The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Thought You Were Dead

Scarlett’s POV

​They left, the heavy click of the door echoing their departure. My wolf, Zoe, was practically screaming, a low, murderous growl vibrating in my chest. She wanted to tear through the door and rip the silk off their backs, but I held her back with everything I had left.

​They will pay, I thought, my hand trembling as I touched my stinging cheek. They will pay for touching me, but not tonight. I was too exhausted to fight anymore tonight.

​I crawled onto the bed, the room still tilting slightly from the alcohol, and pulled the covers up to my chin. I forced my eyes shut, trying to drown out the sound of the party downstairs and the high-pitched threats of the Silver Lake sisters.

​But as the darkness of sleep began to pull me under, the image flashed in my mind again.

​The hand.

​The pale, delicate hand I had seen in the woods, clutching Alpha Lennox’s shoulder. It wasn’t just a hand.

​I had seen that hand in the grand hallway. I had seen it in the oil painting that hung above the fireplace in the Alpha’s private study—the one we were told never to touch, the one we were told to respect as if it were a shrine.

Luna

state. But that was impossible. Luna Olivia had been dead for two years. My parents had been blamed for the assassination that led to her death. I had spent my life as a

hand... the

weakly, shaking my head against the pillow.

into a heavy, black

I was woken not by the sun, but by the cold splash of

groaned, the light from the balcony windows feeling like needles in my eyes. I squinted through the

​It was Alpha Ethan.

a deep, anxious line. He wasn’t wearing his formal

breathed, his voice thick with relief. "I’ve been knocking for ten minutes and got no response. I finally had to climb through the balcony only to see you lying there like a corpse. I tried calling your name, shaking you... nothing worked until I had to pour that water on

trying to push back the pounding in my skull. Memory after memory started to flood back—the triplets devouring me, the sisters slapping me, and

eyes landed on the empty bottles of heavy alcohol rolled under the chair, then moved to the red dress crumpled on the floor.

a worried tone to a disappointed one. "Alone? After everything that happened at

a wet strand of hair behind my ear, but he froze. His thumb grazed the edge of my cheek—the spot where Camila had slapped me. Even through the haze

did this?" Ethan’s voice turned dangerously quiet. The worried friend vanished, replaced by the lethal Alpha who had stood up for me in the hall. "Someone hit you. Was it one of the

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