The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 107

Chapter 107: It’s You

Scarlett’s POV

​The air felt different when I woke up. It was heavy and still. But the smell was what hit me first. It was that expensive, spicy scent that always followed Ethan. My eyes snapped open. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then I felt the heat of a bare chest against my cheek and the solid weight of an arm around my waist.

​I didn’t just wake up—I jerked away.

​The movement sent a sharp, stabbing pain through my head, and my stomach flipped. I scrambled backward, my hands tangling in the sheets as I tried to get away from him. I tried to stand, but my legs felt weak, like they might give out under me. I had to grab the heavy bedpost just to keep the floor from rising up to hit me.

​"What are you doing here?" I choked out. My throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.

​The memories came back in painful, ugly flashes. The maid with the bowed head. The bitter, metallic taste of the tea. The way the world had tilted until I was staring at the floor. I remembered the screaming—the triplets. I remembered the heat of Leo’s skin and the way he begged me to breathe.

​So why was Ethan the one holding me?

Ethan said, sitting up slowly. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his hair was a mess. He looked like

at his bare shoulders, then looked at the rumpled pillows where Leo had been just hours before. A

them leave," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a low, flat tone. He started to slide out of the bed,

the word sharp enough to make him flinch.

head against the cold wood of the bedpost, my breath

for me. I know I’m just a commodity you bought. But please, Ethan... I can’t do this right now. I want to be

tracked down his cheek, disappearing into the stubble on his jaw. I stared at him, my mind reeling. What is wrong with him? He had clearly asked me to stay away from him... he broke my

toward the bathroom, my hand fumbling for the handle.

weak. I didn’t wait for the water to get warm. I stepped under the showerhead and turned the handle all the way to the side. The freezing spray hit my skin, knocking the breath out of my lungs, but I welcomed it. I wanted to wash away the scent of

time, my forehead pressed against the wet tiles, listening to the water hiss. I was

felt the steam-chilled air

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