The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 65: Attack

Scarlett’s POV

​I ran.

​My lungs burned, the alcohol in my system blurring my vision, but the adrenaline forced me to keep running.

I could hear the heavy thud of footsteps behind me—powerful, rhythmic, and closing in. I knew it was him. Alpha Lennox was a warrior; he could catch me in seconds if he truly wanted to.

​But then, the footsteps abruptly stopped.

​The silence of the woods swallowed the sound of my own frantic breathing. I didn’t look back. I kept my head down and pushed through the brush until the dark silhouette of the packhouse loomed ahead. I burst through the side entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs.

​I forced myself to slow down, smoothing my hair and wiping the sweat from my forehead as I passed a few lingering omegas in the hall. I pretended everything was fine, nodding stiffly as I climbed the stairs. The moment I reached my room, I threw myself inside and bolted the door.

​I leaned against the heavy wood of my door, the click of the bolt echoing in the silence of the room. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as I tried to pull in air. Sweat slicked my skin, making the soft fabric of the nightwear Ethan had bought me cling to my body.

​My mind was a chaotic mess of alcohol and adrenaline.

​The image of Alpha Lennox in the woods flashed behind my eyes like a lightning strike. He had been so desperate, so lost in that kiss. Who was she?

viewed the three Alphas—Levi, Lennox, and Louis—as men carved from stone. They had practically worshipped her. They were the legendary trio who would have laid down their lives for

so "well." He was the one who threw himself into training the warriors, the one who never spoke her

mourning. It was the kiss

a secret lover—especially tonight, of all nights—the scandal would be cataclysmic. But more than

stumbled toward the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to sober up. My wolf, Zoe, was pacing again, her tail tucked. She wasn’t just tired; she

whispered in the back of my mind. The

closed my eyes, trying to remember. Through the haze of Lennox’s powerful

could process the familiar scent from the woods,

the bathroom sink. Was it Sir Lennox? Had he followed me? Had he

didn’t stop. It became louder, more

was hitching in my chest as I reached for the handle, but I stopped, leaning forward

momentarily replacing my fear. It wasn’t Lennox. It wasn’t even

the three Silver Lake sisters:

elaborate engagement gowns. Their faces weren’t filled with the

didn’t wait for an invitation.

I snapped, trying to find the "guest" persona

my space first. The cloying scent of heavy floral perfume rolled off her, making my

aren’t here for small talk, maid," Camila hissed, her voice vibrating with a suppressed

pillows. "Liam, Leo, and Leon. They didn’t even look at us during the ceremony. Their eyes were glued to the front