The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 123: Turned Against Us

Liam’s POV

​"We’re scared?" Leo’s voice cracked through the silence of the room, sharp and disbelieving. He began to pace, his movements like those of a caged tiger. "Leon, Liam—look at us. We are the largest pack in the North. Our warriors are the strongest. The Silver Lake Pack shouldn’t even be able to get close to our borders, let alone threaten us. We could fight. We could crush them before they even see our gates!"

​He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, his eyes glowing a fierce, golden amber. "I am an Alpha! I was born to fight, not to crawl at the feet of some King who uses his daughters as pawns. We could win this war, and you both know it."

​Leon stood by the window, his back to us. His shoulders were tense, his frame rigid. "You’re right, Leo," he said, his voice a low, heavy rumble. "We could win. We would tear them apart."

​He turned around, and the look in his eyes stopped Leo in his tracks. It wasn’t fear; it was a deep, crushing sadness.

​"But at what cost?" Leon asked. "Yes, we would win. But no matter how strong we are, lives will be lost. Good men—fathers, sons, brothers—will die for our sake. They will bleed because we couldn’t keep our pants up for one night, even if it wasn’t our fault. Can you look at the warriors’ wives and tell them that their husbands died because we didn’t want to marry these snakes? Can you carry that on your conscience for the rest of your life?"

​"I can’t do it," Leo whispered, his voice breaking. "I can’t marry her. I can’t mark any of them. Marking is for a mate. It’s supposed to be the soul’s choice, not a ransom payment for a peace treaty."

noise started to drift up from below. It wasn’t the sound of war; it was

balcony that overlooked the main

were just standing there, looking up at our balcony

trembling but loud.

How did they know so quickly? It had barely been twenty-four hours, and the news had spread through the pack like a wildfire in a dry forest. Someone had leaked this—someone

balcony. "You have taken their purity! You have dishonored royalty,

pride!" a man shouted from the back. "We won’t let our sons die because you three couldn’t stay

had eyes full of judgment and accusation. It didn’t matter that we had led them through winters and raids. To them, we

that felt like it was trying to

​"ENOUGH!"

crowd, slamming their mouths shut and forcing several people to bow

leaning over the stone railing. "We were trapped and raped in our own home! Do you truly think so little of us? Do you think we would

to look ashamed. I expected them to realize the truth. But as I looked at them, I saw something worse than anger. They didn’t care if we were drugged. They didn’t care if we were the victims. All they cared about was the impending war. Even knowing our