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 to his waist, her fingers working on his belt

was muffled, as if it were underwater. This wasn’t just a drug;

his belt and unzipped his trousers. He felt the cool air hit his skin as she freed him from his clothes. He groaned, a sound of protest and confusion. He tried

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

wore nothing underneath. Slowly, she positioned herself over him. Liam’s eyes were wide, staring up at the ceiling as he fought

gasp of pain escaped her lips as she took him in. She was tight—untouched. She winced, her breath coming in painful hitches as she forced herself to

to kiss his sweaty

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 strength faded completely. Then, he felt the darkness

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

shadows of

her voice no longer sounding

also a father who was terrified that his sons

voice cold. "Remember what you will say

her eyes

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

one last look at his son, a flicker of regret crossing his

into the bed beside the unconscious Alpha. She lay close to him, staring at