The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 68

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.

apart, the triplets had taken turns training me. They were the ones who taught me how to move, how to defend, and how to strike. I was arguably the

​Camila attacked first.

I stepped back, the tip of her blade missing my chest by an inch. I didn’t counter-attack. I

center,"

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

tip catching the skin of my upper arm.

cheered, the sound loud and

into my mind, sounding both annoyed and worried. "Is that what I taught you? Why are you holding

so hard it hurt. "Fuck off,"

me again, the flat of her blade slamming into my side

up," Leon’s voice growled, dark and protective. "Get up, Scarlett. Think about what I taught you about momentum. Stop playing

spitting a bit of dirt from

tight, blurred 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.

approval from Leo in the back of my

a scream of pure fury, she tried to attack again, but I

Silver Lake

stood over her, the spear steady in

spitting sand out of her mouth, her face turning a shade of purple that matched the bruises I intended to give her.

going to swing high because she’s blinded by rage," Leon’s voice rumbled in my head, calmer now, sliding into that familiar instructor tone he’d used since

snapped back

me like 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 floors and hauling wood—every muscle in my body was lean, functional,

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