The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

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.

was

room spinning slowly. His wolf’s voice grew distant,

Fight it!

himself up, tried to create distance—but his

closer, her hair falling around them like a curtain,

for you," she whispered

moment...

his chest, crushing him. The empty nights. The silence.

if it was

she really

His resistance faltered.

lips 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 locked, heavy

roared one last time, loud

grab her hands, to push her away, but his grip was weak.

last forever. She lifted her dress, revealing her own vulnerability, and lowered herself onto him. She let

was a battlefield. He wanted to scream, to roar at the injustice of it, but he was trapped in a body that wouldn’t move. He felt her rhythm, the frantic, stolen intimacy that felt all wrong. By the time she reached

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

drawn. He looked like a man who

he asked, his voice a

back to

the betrayal pressing down on him. He loved his son, but he couldn’t watch Leo waste away anymore. He walked into the room, his boots silent on the carpet. He arranged Leo’s limp body, scattering empty liquor bottles around the

a lie—and felt a wave of nausea. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop now. He turned and walked out, leaving Bianca to crawl back into the bed and wait for the morning to

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

​Trap, the beast growled.