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.

tried to move his head away, but he couldn’t. His body was a prison. He felt her hands

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

cool air hit his skin as she freed him from his clothes. He groaned, a sound of protest and confusion. He tried to grab her wrists

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 finish before he lost consciousness

wide, staring up at the ceiling as he fought for

lips as she took him in. She was tight—untouched. She winced, her breath coming in painful hitches as she forced herself to sit all

now," she whispered, leaning down to kiss

physical sensation of the woman on top of him. He tried

dressed quickly, her hands shaking. She looked down at the bed, at the bloodstains on the white sheets—the proof she needed. She

in the shadows of the hallway. He looked

her voice no longer sounding like

do, but he was also a father who was terrified that his

remember the plan, Camilla," Lennox said, his voice cold. "Remember what you will say when he wakes up. You stay

her

pulled the duvet halfway over him. He took several empty beer bottles from a bag and dropped them on the floor, making them clatter

regret crossing his face, before he turned and

crawled into the bed beside the unconscious Alpha. She lay