The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 113: More lies

The Seer’s words hung in the air like a thick fog. "No!" Liam roared, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the Great Hall. "You’re lying! You’re old, and your visions are failing!"

​The Seer didn’t flinch. She simply looked at him with eyes that seemed to see right through his soul. "The signs are there, Alpha. You feel the cold in your chest. You feel the silence. You are just in denial. Accept my sympathy... that was her destiny."

​She turned and walked away, her staff clicking softly on the stone floor, leaving them in a world that had suddenly stopped turning.

​One by one, the powerful young Alphas of the Full Moon Pack collapsed. Liam hit the floor first, his knees giving out as a sob tore through his throat. Leon followed, his hands clawing at the rug as he screamed her name into the empty air. Leo simply slid down the wall, his head in his hands, trembling violently.

​They thought of her smile... the way she smelled. They thought of the future they had secretly planned—how they were going to make it up to her... make her happy.

​"Scarlett!" Liam yelled, his voice breaking. "Come back! Please!"

​But there was only silence. Even their wolves were in agony, curling up into balls of misery deep inside them. It was becoming difficult to even draw breath, as if their ability to breathe had left with her.

​Each brother looked at the others through blurred, teary eyes. Liam saw Leon’s face twisted in pure torture and thought, He loved her too. He’s feeling my pain because we are triplets. Leon looked at Leo’s broken form and thought, He must be sharing my grief. We’ve always been connected. They still had no idea that each brother was their drowning in the pain of his own individual mate bond. They were three men mourning the same woman, each trapped in his own private hell.

​The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall swung open. A group of warriors walked in, their faces grim and covered in dirt. In the hands of the lead warrior was a thick, heavy bag made of dark cloth.

​It was dripping. A ​slow, steady drip... drip... drip of dark red blood hit the floor.

turning into a sharp, terrifying focus. "What is that...?" Leon asked, his voice a ghost of a

and dropped the bag on the floor

shaking. "We didn’t find the rogues... but we found these. These are... these are pieces of Scarlett’s body. The

voice failing him. He crawled forward on his hands and knees, his eyes locked on the bag. "No, that’s not her.

reach it. His hands, usually so strong and steady, were shaking so violently he could barely grip the ties. He didn’t want to open it. Every instinct in his

pulled the bag open just an inch, and the smell hit them all at once. It was the smell of the woods, of blood, and beneath it all, the unmistakable, faint scent

sound that wasn’t human. It was a high, broken keen of a wolf who had lost everything. He fell back, his face going pale. He couldn’t speak.

He looked into the bag for only a second before he turned away and retched. "I’ll kill them," he gasped, his voice thick with a sudden, terrifying madness. "I’ll hunt every rogue in this territory. I’ll burn the forests. I’ll tear the world apart until there’s nothing

the triplets like this. The room was vibrating with their combined power—an Alpha energy so dark and heavy

out and touched the blood-stained bag, his fingers tracing the shape of what was inside. "We failed her," he whispered, his tears falling fast

He saw Leon’s violent shaking and Leo’s desolate state. In his mind, he thought, They are dying because I am dying. My pain is so great it is breaking my brothers. He reached out, grabbing Leon’s hand and Leo’s shoulder, pulling them into a tight,

the words finally becoming real. "Our

who had been erased. None of them knew

on the table. He was waiting for Elara, ready to tell her face-to-face that their bond was over, when a sharp, urgent mind-link from his uncle Lennox

I need to see you. Where are

for Elara. What’s going on?" Ethan replied, sensing the tension

Scarlett. Come to

else. Panic flared in Ethan’s chest. He didn’t care that Elara was likely pulling into the parking lot at that very moment. He rushed out of the shop, jumped into his car, and drove like a madman. In less than ten minutes, he reached the town square