The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Confused

Scarlett’s POV

​The morning light was too bright, falling across my eyes and making me frown. My head felt heavy... and my body felt like it had been run over by a freight train. Every muscle ached with a strange, lingering heat.

I blinked several times, my vision finally focusing on a figure sitting in the armchair by my window.

"Lana?" My voice was weak, barely recognizable.

She smiled at me, though her eyes looked unusually tired. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"You’re back!" I sat up too quickly, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I ignored it, sliding out of bed to throw my arms around her. "I missed you so much these last two weeks."

Lana hugged me back, but she was careful—almost too careful—as if she was afraid I might break. As my skin brushed against hers, a jolt of sensitivity shot through me. My breasts felt tender, rubbing painfully against the fabric of my cardigan, and there was a strange, dull throb between my thighs that I couldn’t explain.

I pulled away, frowning. I felt... sensitized. Like every nerve ending was on high alert.

"Are you okay, Scar?" Lana asked, her voice tight. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

I rubbed my temples, trying to piece the fragments together. "I... I went to the lake with Leo. We talked..."

Of course, I couldn’t tell her we made out.

"Then we came back here. He begged to stay in my room because he was worried, and I finally gave in and told him he could sleep on the rug. After that... it’s a blur."

shifting to the floor for a second. "I got back early—my flight was ahead of schedule. I came to check on you around 4:00 AM and found you trapped in a massive nightmare. You were burning up with a fever, Scar. I asked Leo to

dream clawing at the back of my mind. It was the same one. The battlefield. The blood. The dead bodies of the

what I would do without you. I just... I feel so strange

Lana said quickly, standing up to smooth out the covers on my bed.

pressure on my hips—like the ghost of large, heavy hands. I looked down at my reflection

collarbone, a flicker of an image passing through my mind: three shadows, the scent of pine and rain, and a sensation of

out, my

"Yeah?"

else come in here last night? I feel like... I feel

expression calm. "Just the two of us, Scar. Why? Did you

a cold pit in my stomach. "I don’t know.

small laugh. "You always

on the shower, the scent of the soap couldn’t quite mask a lingering smell in the room. A scent I knew all

my head, gripping the edge of the sink. It was impossible. My mind was just playing tricks on me because of the fever and

my hips, the sensitivity—it had to be the aftershocks of the heat we’d shared in the water. I touched the faint

excited. "We’re going shopping. I need a serious hit of retail therapy after that flight, and you look like you need to get out of this

"Coming!" I yelled back.

the hot water stinging my oversensitized skin. Even as I washed, the discomfort between my legs remained—a heavy, used feeling that made my breath hitch.

on a pair of high-waisted light-wash denim jeans and a cropped, soft white knit sweater that hid the marks on my neck

lip gloss, my thoughts drifted to Alpha Ethan. Ever since the incident, since the yell and the public humiliation, he hadn’t come to

in my throat, pushed the heartbreak down, and left the room, heading to Lana’s. She was already set, looking radiant in a

for a moment, the

of the lower levels hitting my face. Lana hopped into her sleek, red jeep and I slid into the passenger

cafes. As we walked through the first store, Lana was

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