The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 127: Finally Happening

Scarlett’s POV

​I stood in front of my canvas, the smell of oil paints and turpentine filling the studio. My brush moved in rhythmic strokes, trying to capture the light of a French sunset, but my mind was miles away. Paris was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.

The truth was... home had never been a place.

It had been them.

​As I worked, a strange energy shifted in the room. The quiet hum of the art class was replaced by urgent whispers. I noticed students huddled together, staring at their phones, their eyes wide with shock.

​I ignored them. It was probably just some silly school gossip or a new celebrity scandal. I dipped my brush into a pool of red paint, focusing on the texture.

​"Scarlett? Mon Dieu, Scarlett, have you seen this?"

​I turned to see Chloé, a bubbly French girl who had become my closest friend at the academy. She was holding her phone, her eyes wide with excitement.

​"Qu’est-ce qu’il y a, Chloé?" I asked in my best French, trying to keep my voice steady. "What’s wrong?"

​"The news... it’s all over the international blogs," Chloé replied, switching to English as she noticed my hands beginning to tremble. "The popular Alpha triplets of the Full Moon Pack... back in England... they are tying the knot today with the princesses of the Silver Lake Pack."

​My heart didn’t just skip a beat; it felt like it had been physically ripped from my chest. My brush clattered to the floor, leaving a scattered red streak across the canvas.

​"Scarlett?" Chloé stepped closer, her voice full of concern. "Those are your Alphas, right? You’re from the Full Moon Pack... why didn’t you go back for the ceremony? It says the wedding is happening right now."

​The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe. My wolf, who had been quiet for so long, let out a piercing, agonizing wail inside my head. It was a sound of pure mourning, like a death knell.

​"I... I..." I struggled to find my voice.

​"Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Chloé reached out to touch my shoulder.

ate something

to respond. I bolted from the studio, my heels clicking against the marble floors. I pushed past students in the hallway, my vision blurring with hot, stinging

the restroom and slammed into the furthest stall, locking the door with shaking fingers. I sank to the cold tile floor, clutching

knew a day like this would come. I had spent countless nights in this city preparing myself for the moment they would move on, but I never imagined

it was real. They were really marrying

gut. They really believed I was dead. To them, I was just a

into my mind

packhouse library—sunlight spilling through the tall. I had been sitting on the edge of

something," I had said, trying to sound serious, even

already suspicious. "That

proudly. "I’m going to marry all

was a second of

Then chaos.

immediately, his voice

scoffed, crossing his arms. "In your dreams. She clearly meant

me. "Scarlett has taste. She’d never choose either of you

their voices overlapping, each one trying to prove why

choose!" I teased, grinning. "I said all

though I caught

back playfully.

made

just a little. "Neither

say anything, but the look

hot and uncontrollable, splashing onto the cold tiles of the restroom floor as the memory replayed

face with freezing water, trying to numb the puffiness of my eyes, and

a daze, got into my car, and drove through the busy streets of Paris back to my apartment. The city was full of

sank onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and leaning against the sofa. With trembling fingers, I took out my phone.

I couldn’t help