The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Trap (2)

​Third-Person POV

Leo’s instincts screamed.

Something was wrong.

That scent—too sweet, too sharp. It wrapped around his lungs, choking him. His wolf thrashed violently inside him, claws ripping against his ribs, desperate to break free.

But his body wouldn’t listen.

"Scarlett..." he breathed, his voice weak, almost broken.

She moved closer, her steps slow and careful. Every movement was perfect. Too perfect. The girl he remembered never moved like this—never so controlled, so... calculated.

"I’m here, Leo," she whispered, her fingers brushing his cheek.

Cold.

Scarlett was never cold.

His brows pulled together slightly, confusion cutting through the haze. "No..." he murmured, his head shaking weakly. "You don’t feel right..."

Her hand paused for a split second.

Then she smiled—soft, gentle, exactly like Scarlett used to.

"Don’t fight me," she said. "You’re just tired."

Tired.

he was so

spinning slowly. His wolf’s voice grew distant, like it was

Fight it!

fingers twitched against the sheets. He tried to push himself up, tried to create distance—but his arms refused

figure leaned closer, her hair falling around them like a curtain, trapping

came back for you," she whispered

a moment... just one moment... he wanted to believe

against his chest, crushing him. The empty nights.

it

if she really came

His resistance faltered.

brushed his, soft and familiar—but something still felt wrong. There was no

Just emptiness.

Leo’s eyes widened slightly.

This isn’t her.

He tried to turn his head, to break away—but his body betrayed him again. His muscles

wolf roared one last time, loud

tried to grab her hands, to push her away, but his grip was weak. He could only watch, paralyzed, as she stripped him

her own vulnerability, and lowered herself onto him. She let out a sharp cry of pain as she broke her own innocence, her body tensing as she

He felt her rhythm, the frantic, stolen intimacy

on the sheets—the evidence of her "purity"—and a smirk touched her lips. She walked to the door and stepped out into

looked

asked, his voice a

Bianca said, her voice shifting back to her own sharp tone. "He’s

he couldn’t watch Leo waste away anymore. He walked into the room, his boots silent on the carpet. He

a lie—and felt a wave of nausea. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop now. He

with the most control. As he walked toward his suite, he felt the shift in the air. The scent of sweet decay hit his nose, and his

​Trap, the beast growled.

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