The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 74: Regret

Scarlett’s POV

​I woke up with the sun hitting my face. Ethan was still there, his heavy arm draped over my waist, but he was already stirring. As he opened his eyes, the soft, drunken warmth from last night was gone. It was replaced by a sharp, painful look of regret.

​"Scarlett... about last night," he began, his voice rough and full of regret. "I was drinking. I shouldn’t have—"

​"Don’t," I cut him off. I didn’t want to hear an apology for something I felt so good about. I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chest. "Just don’t."

​I heard the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them on. He was moving fast, like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. The man who had whispered that I was his world was gone. In his place was a guilty Alpha who couldn’t even look his "fiancée" in the eye.

​He made it to the door, his hand on the handle.

​"Alpha Ethan?" I called out, my heart sinking.

​He froze. He didn’t turn around. His shoulders were so tense they looked like they might snap.

​"Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked. I was thinking about his drunken words: I wish it was really you. "About what happened... or about why you were drinking?"

so heavy I could barely breathe. I waited for him to say it. I

voice was cold. "Not now, Scarlett. I have

door clicked shut, and I was alone. I felt hollow.

of him off me. I wanted to scrub the feeling of his fingers out of my skin.

again," Leo growled through the mind

I snapped out loud. My voice echoed off the bathroom tiles. I

dressed in a simple shirt and pants. I didn’t want to look pretty today. I didn’t want to be noticed. When I finally made it downstairs, the house was too quiet. The dining

room and sniffed the air. The spicy, forest scent of the triplets was there, but it was fading. They

on Ethan’s back as he walked out the door. He was hiding something. Something big. And

the moment I stepped inside, the smell of burnt toast and expensive

dressed in a tight white dress that highlighted all her

she stopped the second she saw me. Her eyes traveled down my messy hair, my tired

had forgotten to

put down her coffee cup with a loud clack. "You look like you had a very busy night, Scarlett. Or should I say... a

just here for breakfast, Camila," I said. My voice was flat. I moved toward the pantry, trying to ignore the way she was staring at

mocked. She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the stone floor. "The triplets are out at the North Ridge. It’s the First Hunt, you know. Only the strongest wolves go. I suppose that’s why you’re