The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 68: The Fight

Scarlett POV

​I wanted to ignore her.

Normally, I would have kept walking, kept my head down, and stayed in the "guest" role Ethan created for me. But the sting on my cheek was still there—burning, reminding me.

She hit me.

And she was going to pay for it.

​I stopped in my tracks and turned slowly to face her. "Deal," I said, my voice dropping into a challenge.

​Her eyes lit up with a cruel, triumphant glint. "Weapons?" she asked, her hand hovering over a rack of gleaming steel. "In human form, or shall we let our wolves settle this?"

​"Weapons," I answered immediately. I wasn’t about to let this entire pack see Zoe. My wolf was a secret I wasn’t ready to share, especially not with the triplets watching from the center of the field.

​Camila smirked, picking up a heavy broadsword. She swung it through the air with a whistle, testing the weight. "In whatever way we play this, I’ll win. You’re just a maid."

​I walked over to the rack and bypassed the swords. My fingers closed around the cool, familiar wood of a long-reaching spear. The weight felt perfect—balanced, lethal, and an extension of my own arm.

​The atmosphere on the training grounds shifted instantly. The sound of sparring died down as warriors moved to the edges of the field, forming a wide circle. I could feel the triplets’ gaze on me. They had stopped their own training, their sweat-slicked bodies standing tall and tense as they watched us.

​Camila’s sisters stood on the sidelines, their arms crossed, smiling as if they were watching a comedy. To them, I was just a traitor’s daughter. They didn’t know that for years, I hadn’t been trained by one person, but by three.

move, how to defend, and how to strike. I was arguably the best female

​Camila attacked first.

scream, striking her sword at me in a jagged downward arc. I stepped back, the tip of her blade missing my chest by an inch. I didn’t counter-attack. I just watched

center," Liam’s voice suddenly boomed in my

him internally. He was always the most disciplined one back then, the one who would make

my distraction and pivoted. Her sword sliced through the air, the tip catching the skin of my

sisters cheered, the sound

both annoyed and worried. "Is that what I taught you? Why are you holding the spear that way? Tighten your

so hard it hurt. "Fuck off," I snapped

her blade slamming into my

and protective. "Get up, Scarlett. Think about what I taught you about

up, spitting a bit of dirt from my lip. The

circle, catching the hilt of her sword in the crook of the spearhead. With a sharp, practiced jerk—a move Leon had spent an entire summer teaching me—I sent her sword flying out of her hand. It landed ten feet away, buried hilt-deep in

heard a low hum of approval from Leo in the

the ground, allowing her to scramble back and retrieve her weapon. Her face was flushed with humiliation. With a scream of pure fury, she tried to attack again, but I was faster. I lunged, the shaft of the spear hitting her

The "perfect" Silver Lake Alpha

the spear steady in my hand, waiting. I wasn’t done

face turning a shade of purple that

bored. "Drop your center, Scarlett. She’s going to swing high because she’s blinded by rage," Leon’s voice rumbled in my head, calmer

I snapped back mentally,

a whirlwind, her sword whistling through the air. She was fast, but she was sloppy. She fought like someone who had been told she was the best, while I fought like someone who had spent two years scrubbing

of steel against the spear’s shaft echoing across the grounds. I stepped into her guard, using the length of the spear to