The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 101: Fighting Each Other

Scarlett’s POV

​Before I could even find my voice to protest, Leon’s mouth crashed against mine, silencing me before I could force out a single word.

It was a brutal, starving kiss, full of possessive rage, like he was trying to take something from me by force.

I fought him, twisting my head and finally sinking my teeth into his lower lip until I tasted his blood.

​But he didn’t pull away. Instead, a dark, guttural growl vibrated deep in his chest, and the iron grip on my wrists tightened. My bite only seemed to fuel his desire. He became even more aggressive, his body pinning me so hard against the bookshelf that I could feel every hard muscle he possessed.

​While I was still struggling against his mouth, one of his hands left my wrist and moved downward. I felt the sharp pull of my zipper being tugged down. My heart slammed wildly against my ribs. I wanted to scream, to shove him off, to tell him to stop, but my body was betraying me in the cruelest way. When his fingers slipped past my lace underwear and touched me, a traitorous gasp escaped my lips, and shame hit me instantly. I was annoyingly, frustratingly wet.

​Leon let out a rough groan against my lips, his thumb finding my clit as a finger pushed deep inside me. "You’re so wet for me, Scarlett," he rasped into my mouth, his voice thick with a sudden, honeyed sweetness that was more dangerous than his anger. "Forget him. He’s a fool. I’m the one who knows how to make you feel like this."

​He began to fuck me with his finger, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent lightning through my nerves. He started whispering loving words, calling me his beautiful girl, his treasure, even as he worked his hand with a starving force. I was lost in it, my head falling back against the shelves, my moans filling the small space between our lips.

​Suddenly, the library doors were shoved open with a violent bang. We had forgotten to lock them.

​In a blur of motion, a shadow rushed us. Before I could even process who it was, Leon was ripped away from me. I stumbled, my legs shaking, and scrambled to zip up my jeans as I saw Liam pinning Leon against a bookshelf. The impact was so hard that dozens of heavy, ancient books tumbled to the floor around them.

his eyes glowing a terrifying, predatory gold. His fist was bunched

He wiped the blood from his lip and bared his teeth. "Why can’t I touch her? She doesn’t belong

to me!" Liam roared, the sound

his voice dropping to a deadly, low

scream it—to say the word. Mate. But he didn’t. Instead, he let out

with a shoulder check that sent them both crashing into a reading table. The fight was savage. They weren’t just brothers sparring; they were Alphas

Please, stop it!" I screamed,

of shifting, their skin rippling and their bones cracking as their wolves fought to break free. The noise drew the guards,

next. He took one look at me—my disheveled hair, my swollen lips, and my trembling hands—and then looked at his brothers. He didn’t need an explanation. He knew exactly what Leon

I pleaded, backing away as a shelf snapped under their

as the violence escalated, the room began to spin. The smell of blood and the sound of snarling triggered something dark in my mind. Suddenly, the dream from last night flashed before my eyes like a vivid, terrifying vision. I saw the battlefield. I saw the blood. And then, I saw their dead bodies—Liam, Leon,

much. My knees gave out, and

last

​"Scarlett!"

wall of my room came into focus. My head felt like it had

with tension and the scent of the triplets. As I sat up, I saw them. They were like statues placed in three different corners of the room, as far

pressing a cold cloth to my forehead.

voice sounding small

looking at his boots, his hands balled

stripped of any warmth.