The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 111: Only Condition

​Scarlett’s POV

​The manipulation was perfect. It was a cage built out of my own feelings. If I stayed, I would be the reason they killed themselves. If I left and faked my death, I was their savior—but I would be dead to the world, a secret kept in a Swiss mountain house while they moved on to other women.

​I looked at my mother, who was wiping a stray tear, and my father, who looked like a stranger in his royal crest. They had already made their choice. They had chosen the "greater good" over their only daughter a long time ago.

​"And if I agree?" I asked, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. "The witch... she mutes the bond? They’ll feel me die?"

​"It will be a sharp, sudden snap," Sir Levi said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Painful, yes. But clean. They will believe you are really dead. And eventually heal."

​More tears fell on my cheeks, hot and stinging. For two years, I had hated the triplets for what they did, but now the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. They hadn’t killed my parents... they were just pieces in a game created by the people in this room.

​I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like for them to die. Then, I imagined what it would feel like for them to feel me die. It would break them. Losing a mate was the deepest pain there was.

​I looked at Sir Lennox, my voice trembling. "What body will you use? Are you going to kill someone just to prove I’m gone?"

woods. We will leave traces of your blood near the border—which means we’ll need to draw some from you—and pieces of the clothes you are wearing now. We will make it seem like you were ambushed, killed, and your body was carried off. There will be no body to find, only the scent of your

the bile rising in my throat. They had

of grief. "Scarlett, I am so sorry... so, so sorry. I know this is hard.

sound echoing off the cold walls. "Don’t say that. You fucking don’t know how I feel! You weren’t the one being spat on for two years! You weren’t the one who had to choose between your

my wolf was quiet. She didn’t growl, she didn’t fight; she just let out a long, pathetic whine. She was heartbroken. She was mourning

again. The blood. The

are marked

they are settled, the prophecy is dead. You can live your

and closed my eyes, my mind drifting back to when I was a little girl. I thought about how I used to follow them around when we were kids, my heart already divided into three equal parts. I had spent my entire

in my marrow. I was about to give them exactly what they wanted. I was about to let them kill the Scarlett that existed

going to be their puppet anymore. Not

it," I whispered, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the

thought they had won. They thought they could just tuck me away like a shameful secret in a mountain house

I added, my eyes