The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 78

Chapter 78: His Excuses

Scarlett’s POV

​"I was scared of what people would say," he snapped, turning to look at me with eyes that were pained. "I’m the son of the Luna. The Luna who was murdered in cold blood. Every time I looked at you, I saw the girl I grew up with... but the pack? They saw the daughter of the traitors who helped coordinate the assassination of my mother."

​I swallowed hard.

​"How could I be seen with you?" he went on, his voice cracking. "How could I be ’friends’ with the girl whose parents let the killers into our territory? I thought if I showed you even an ounce of kindness, the pack would think I didn’t care about her memory. I thought they’d think I was a traitor, too."

​He reached out, his fingers brushing the stone between us but not quite touching my hand.

​"I chose my reputation over you. I chose the pack’s approval over the girl who was my entire world," he whispered. "Every time I saw you scrubbing those floors or even being abused, a part of me wanted to scream at them to stop. But then I’d hear someone whisper ’traitor’s blood,’ and I’d turn away. I was a coward because I was afraid of the whispers, Scarlett. I was afraid of the shame."

​The honesty was brutal. It stripped away the Alpha mask and showed me the broken boy underneath. Zoe was quiet in my head now, her anger replaced by a deep, mourning sadness. We had both been victims of that night—I had lost my parents to the noose, and he had lost his mother to the knife.

​"So, what changed?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Why now? Are you not ashamed anymore?"

me fully. He reached out and cupped my jaw, his thumb dragging slowly over my lower lip. His touch was electric, burning through the cold mountain

whispered, his voice filled with an honesty that made my chest ache. "In all my life, I have loved only one person, and that is you. I thought I could let you go. I thought I could bury the bond and be

heat from his body was the only thing keeping the mountain

my jaw. "Just a few weeks. Let things settle with the transition and the elders. I will tell everyone

treeline below. A cold

all entangled with the same "traitor’s daughter." It

at

tremble, Leo didn’t hesitate. He reached back and pulled off his heavy black leather jacket. It was warm, carrying the scent of cedarwood, rain, and

his hands lingered. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he

he whispered, his eyes dropping

say, my breath hitching as his fingers brushed the

keep you

He tilted my head back, his hand tangling in my hair, and brought his mouth down to

exist. It wasn’t like the hurried, guilty fumbling with Liam, and it wasn’t the

was howling in my head, a triumphant, wild sound. Ours. Finally ours. Leo groaned, a deep, primal sound that vibrated through my

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