The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 119: The Trap

​Third-Person POV

​The air in the room was thick with a strange, sweet smell that Liam couldn’t fight. His body felt like it was pinned under a mountain. Every time he tried to lift a hand, his muscles gave out.

​"Scarlett?" he whispered again, his voice cracking. "Is that you?"

​The figure stepped into the room, her long chocolate hair falling over her shoulders just the way he remembered. She sat on the edge of the bed, her weight dipping the mattress.

​"Yes, my love," she whispered, her voice soft and airy. "I’m back. Did you miss me?"

​"I... I missed you every second," Liam breathed, his mind a hazy mess of grief and the drug. He reached out a trembling hand, but his fingers barely grazed her arm before falling back. He frowned, his wolf stirring weakly in the back of his mind. "You smell... different, Scarlett. Like flowers and... something sharp."

​"My scent changed over time, Liam," she murmured, leaning over him. "Death changes a person."

​He tried to push himself up, his Alpha instincts screaming that something was wrong. "No, I need to see... I need to see your face clearly."

​But the female figure placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back down into the pillows. She was surprisingly strong, or perhaps he was just that weak. Before he could protest again, she leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss.

was a prison. He felt her hands moving

wasn’t just a drug; it was a powerful spell fueled by his own blood, stolen from

the cool air hit his skin as she freed him from his clothes. He groaned, a sound

time; she knew the clock was ticking. His Alpha blood was already fighting the toxin, trying to burn the impurities from his veins. She had less than ten minutes before his system overrode the charm—but the strain of the internal battle would drop him into a dead sleep. It had taken months of dark magic to prepare this; she only had one shot, and she had to

staring

escaped her lips as she took him in. She was tight—untouched. She winced, her breath coming in painful hitches as

down to kiss his

began to move, her rhythm slow and desperate. Liam’s mind was screaming, with images of the real Scarlett clashing with the physical sensation of the woman on top of him. He tried one last time to buck his hips to throw her off, but his

few minutes later, the woman stood up. She dressed quickly, her hands shaking. She looked down at the bed, at the bloodstains on the white sheets—the proof she needed. She looked at Liam’s unconscious, pale face and

the room, where Sir Lennox was waiting in the shadows of the hallway. He looked at her,

her voice

her do, but he was also a father who was terrified that his sons would wither away into nothingness. He believed he was saving Liam’s life by forcing this future

his voice cold. "Remember what you will say when he wakes up. You stay here. I will handle

nodded, her

into a more natural position and pulled the duvet halfway over him. He took several empty beer bottles from a bag and dropped them on the floor, making them clatter against the wood. It had to look like Liam had stayed up drinking, had brought Camilla to his room in a moment of weakness, and had passed out

his son, a flicker of regret crossing his face, before he turned and walked out,

the room, Camilla stripped off her dress and crawled into the bed beside the unconscious Alpha. She lay close to him, staring