The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 125: The Conditions

Leo’s POV

​The door creaked open, and the three of them filed in like they were walking a red carpet. Talia, Camilla, and Bianca. Their eyes were red, and fake tears tracked down their cheeks. They looked like fragile victims—the perfect picture of ruined royalty.

​I felt a surge of pure, unfiltered disgust.

​"Get out," I barked at the guards. They hesitated for a split second before bowing their heads and retreating.

​I didn’t stop there. I paced to the door, locking it with a heavy click. I leaned my head against the wood, closing my eyes and extending my hearing. I filtered out the sound of the crying babies outside and focused on the hallway. I heard the receding footsteps of the guards and the heavy, distant breathing of our fathers at the end of the corridor.

​Once I was certain no one was eavesdropping, I spun around. The girls were still standing there, clutching their robes.

​"Stop the pretense," I spat, my voice vibrating with Alpha authority. "No one is here. Drop the act before I lose what’s left of my patience."

​Almost instantly, the trembling stopped. Camilla wiped a dry cheek, her expression shifting from heartbreak to a cold, triumphant smirk. Talia and Bianca stood taller, their fear vanishing like mist.

couch, his voice low and filled with anger. "You have everyone wrapped around your fingers. Our fathers,

They just stood there, watching us with the

Alpha. Men are drooling over you from every corner of the North. Why go to these lengths for men

chillingly calm smile on her lips. "Because you men are special," she purred. "You are the best—the strongest, the most powerful. My sisters and I want nothing but the best. You are the most renowned Alphas

think, I blurred across the room. My hand shot out, catching Camilla by the throat and slamming her back against the

finally filled with real fear as she struggled for breath, her hands clawing at my

up. "Not now! We can’t give

raw power of a wolf she had tried to provoke, before I released her. She slumped against the wall, gasping for air. I didn’t look at her; I focused

​Silence.

tightened, rage burning in

you, and you

hands together. But I

in title only. You will never have our bond, and

flinch. They didn’t care about the bond or the love—they were just

you love us or mark us," Talia said, tossing her chocolate-brown hair. "As long as we are the Alphas’ wives, the rest doesn’t