The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Playing Me

Scarlett’s POV

​With a final, mocking pat on my cheek, she turned and walked away, her laughter echoing in the quiet kitchen. I stood there, frozen. My mind was a mess. Was Ethan doing something behind my back? Was he seeing someone else? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. No. Camila was a liar. She just wanted to cause a rift between us. She wanted me to build thoughts in my head, and I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of believing her.

​I pushed her words into a dark corner of my mind and set to work. I made a late breakfast for myself—simple eggs and toast—and then I made a second plate, piled high with the things I knew Ethan liked. I walked up to his room with the tray of breakfast in my hand and knocked on his door.

​"Alpha Ethan?" I called out. No answer. I knocked again, harder this time, but the room stayed silent. He wasn’t there.

​I sighed and carried the tray down to the training field, thinking maybe he was getting some extra practice to clear his thoughts. The sun was hot on my neck as I scanned the grass, but the only people there were a few warriors cooling down. I walked up to a tall guard I recognized as one of Ethan’s personal unit.

​"Excuse me," I said, holding out the plate. "Is Alpha Ethan around? I brought him some breakfast."

​The guard wiped sweat from his forehead and looked at me with pity. "Alpha Ethan went out a while ago, Scarlett. He said he had private business in the main village and wasn’t to be disturbed."

I repeated. My chest tightened. "I... I see. Thank

it. I don’t want it

breathe. I decided to take a stroll around the pack lands—it had

walk alone. At least one of them was always tucked by my side, like a shadow. I recalled the time I fell and twisted my ankle near the creek; each triplet had taken turns carrying me on their back all the way home, arguing about who was doing it

tell the triplets. The next time I saw those boys, they would have swollen eyes or bruised ribs, and they would avoid me like I was a plague. I used to think it was sweet. I used to think it was protection. I used to think they were my princes

far I had walked until I

familiar black car was parked outside a coffee shop. Standing next to

with rage. She was shouting, her face red, and then—my heart jumped into my throat when she reached out and slapped him right

a distance. I waited for him to explode. I

reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her hard against his chest. He crashed his lips onto hers. It wasn’t a soft kiss; it was passionate, desperate, and hungry. And Elara didn’t pull away. Her hands flew into

my world dropped out

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