The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 70: The Challenge

Scarlett’s POV

​The words dropped like a heavy weight, silencing the whole field.

Liam stepped forward, his bare chest rising and falling, his green eyes glowing with a dangerous light that promised violence. He wasn’t asking; he was daring.

​I felt the air grow thin. "Liam, this isn’t a good idea," I said, my voice tight with a warning I knew he wouldn’t listen to. The tension between them was already too much; adding weapons and Alpha pride was like lighting a match in a room full of gasoline.

​Liam didn’t even look at me. His eyes were locked on Ethan, his lips curling into a sneer. "What are you afraid of, cousin? Or is the only thing you’re good at getting into a lady’s skirt?"

​The insult was sharp, meant to provoke Ethan before the fight even began. I held my breath, waiting for Ethan to react, but he just scoffed—a dark, amused sound. He turned to me, his hand resting on my waist for one last, possessive second.

​"Give me a moment, baby," he murmured, his thumb brushing my hip. "I think my cousin needs to remember his place."

​I shook my head, my heart racing with a feeling of doom. Ethan was older, more experienced, and carried the quiet confidence of an Alpha who had fought real wars. But Liam was a skilled warrior, driven by years of buried feelings and the painful sight of another man touching his mate.

​They met in the center of the mat, and the fight started instantly.

​It was brutal. There was no slow movement, no testing. It was raw and wild. Liam fought with reckless strength, his strikes fast and heavy. Ethan, however, moved with deadly control. He didn’t waste energy; every move was meant to break Liam’s defense. The sound of their hits—flesh against flesh, the crack of their weapons—echoed loudly.

cut opened over Liam’s eyebrow, covering half his face in blood, while Ethan’s shoulder was torn from a hard strike. They were ripping into each other, their wolves pushing close to the surface. Dust and sweat filled the air

link, but they were too far gone, lost in the madness of an

of

voice boomed, full

rising fast, blood dripping onto the sand. Ethan wiped the blood from his jaw, his eyes never leaving

is enough," Levi said coldly. "We are family, and this is meant to be harmless combat, not war. Ethan, leave. Liam,

look. "Let’s go, Scarlett,"

there, battered and bleeding, his eyes searching mine with a look of such raw, broken longing that my chest ached. Fuck

wing when he suddenly stopped. His head tilted slightly, his brows pulling together as if he was listening through a private link. The calm

he said shortly. "You should go back to

injured, Ethan," I said, reaching for his

colder than I had ever heard it. "My wolf is already healing me.

turned and walked

a cold, clinical distance, made my skin crawl. I stood in the corridor for a long moment, watching his retreating back.

howls so loud and mournful that they vibrated in the back

he had an arranged marriage. It didn’t care that he had stayed silent for two years.

before my brain could argue. I followed his scent—not toward the infirmary, but up toward the Alpha’s private wing. The smell of blood and sage grew stronger

hand

no verbal response, just a heavy, suffocating silence. Then, the handle turned. The door swung open just an inch before a hand shot out, wrapping firmly around my wrist. Before I could even gasp, I was yanked inside. The door slammed