The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 67: His Warnings

Scarlett POV

​The triplets were already there, seated on one side of the long mahogany table. They looked exhausted, their formal robes replaced by training gear, as if they had just come back from a brutal run. Across from them sat the three sisters—Camila, Bianca, and Talia—looking radiant in their morning dresses.

​But it was the head of the table that made me stop in my tracks. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Levi, and Alpha Louis were all present, their faces grim. Lennox’s eyes snapped to mine the moment I entered, his gaze sharp and calculating.

​Ethan pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down, my knees shaking under the table. I looked down at the white lace tablecloth, but I could feel Lennox staring at me from the head of the table. He was leaning back, his hands steepled under his chin, watching me with an intensity that told me he knew exactly what I had seen in the woods.

I felt the triplets’ gazes burning into the side of my head, a mix of possessive fury and shock, but I kept my eyes fixed on the porcelain plate in front of me.

​The silence in the room was heavy enough to choke on until Ethan finally spoke. His voice wasn’t the kind, worried tone from my bedroom; it was cold and furious.

​"Camila, Bianca, Talia," he started, his voice cutting the suffocating silence. "Do you care to explain why you went to my fiancée’s room last night and attacked her?"

​My heart stopped. My fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the china. Fiancée? Did he just call me his fiancée? I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but his expression was like granite, his jaw set in a hard line.

​The sisters’ lips parted in unison, their smug expressions shattering into pure horror. Camila tried to stammer out a denial, but Ethan didn’t give her the chance to breathe.

​"I don’t know what lies you’ve been told about Scarlett, but that was her past," he continued, his silver-grey eyes flashing with annoyance. "Right now, she is my fiancée. My wife-to-be. She is Alpha Ethan Damien Luciano’s future Luna, and you will remember that."

girls’ eyes widened

the triplets, his gaze sharp. "Caution your fiancées," he warned, his voice dropping into a low, vibrating threat. "The next time such a thing occurs, I will not come to

that, he turned back to his plate, picking up his knife as if

Liam’s voice came out as a low, vibrating snarl. The silverware on the table trembled slightly under the weight

eyes were locked on

face pale. "Liam, we—we only went to talk to

Liam interrupted. "Because

off. "Mind your tongue. These are your fiancées. They are

sweeping over the servants and maids standing stiffly against the walls, their eyes wide with

you want to caution her, then do it indoors, not in front of the staff," Louis said, his voice dropping into a stern warning. "We do

looked as if he wanted to roar, to flip the table and demand the truth, but the heavy weight of his father’s command held him in place. His gaze flickered to my cheek—to the faint, rising bruise Camila

nearly in half in his hand, and Leo’s scent—usually like fresh pine—was sharp and acrid with

​I ignored them all.

fingers, forcing myself to cut a small piece of sausage as if my heart wasn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. I could feel the sisters’ hateful glares and the triplets’ suffocating possessiveness, but I refused to let it get to

the meal was over, Ethan leaned in close. "I’m heading to the training grounds for the morning combat session," he said, his voice returning to that warm, grounding tone he used only with me. "If you’re feeling up to it, you should

to get away from Alpha Lennox’s unnerving, silent

training field behind the mansion. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, sweat, and raw Alpha pheromones. It was a chaotic symphony of power: warriors in mid-shift, their bones cracking and fur sprouting as they lunged at one another,