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.

training me. They were the ones who taught me how to move, how to defend, and how to strike. I was arguably the best female spear-wielder the pack had ever seen, but I

​Camila attacked first.

tip of her blade missing my chest by an inch. I didn’t counter-attack. I just watched

center," Liam’s voice suddenly boomed

tripped in surprise. I hadn’t realized our mental link was still that open. I scoffed back at him internally. He was always the most disciplined one back then, the one who would make me repeat a thrust

the tip catching the skin of my upper

cheered, the sound loud

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

eyes so hard it hurt. "Fuck off,"

blade slamming into my side and sending me sprawling

Leon’s voice growled, dark and protective. "Get up, Scarlett. Think about what

stood up, spitting a bit of dirt from

twisted in a confident, ugly sneer, I didn’t move until the last possible second. I spun the spear in a 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.

of approval from Leo

scream of pure fury, she tried to attack again, but I was faster. I lunged, the shaft of the spear hitting her square in the chest before she could swing.

Lake Alpha

spear steady in my hand, waiting. I

of purple that matched the bruises I intended to

across my shoulders, looking 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 now, sliding into that familiar instructor tone he’d used since

back mentally,

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

the grounds. I stepped into her guard,