The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 128: It Was Supposed To Be You

Leon’s POV

​I stood in front of the tall mirror in my dressing room, but I couldn’t bear to look at the man staring back. I was dressed in a suit that cost more than some pack members made in a year, but it felt like a burial shroud.

​My hand trembled as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled photograph. It was one of the most important things I possessed; it followed me wherever I went. In the picture, Scarlett was laughing, her eyes bright and full of a life that I had failed to protect. I traced the outline of her face with my thumb, my heart squeezing so hard I could barely breathe.

​"I always dreamed of this day, Scarlett," I whispered, my voice cracking in the empty room. "I dreamed of standing at that altar, watching you walk toward me in white. I dreamed of the moment I would finally be able to call you mine in front of the whole world. I dreamt of a wedding, but it was supposed to be with you. Only you."

For a second, I saw it.

Scarlett in white... walking toward me, her fingers clutching her dress slightly, that shy smile she always tried to hide trembling on her lips.

​A tear escaped and hit the photograph. I quickly wiped it away, feeling a surge of bitterness. Today, I was going to give another woman the title that belonged to her. I was going to fake a bond that should have been our reality.

​"I’m sorry," I choked out. "I’m so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to find another way."

my pocket, right against my heart, and picked up the small vial of Wolfsbane sitting on the table. It looked like

drug pulled him under. The silence that followed was terrifying. It was

room and toward the cathedral,

expectation. The smell of expensive flowers and heavy incense filled the air, but all I could taste was the bitter, awful taste of the poison in my veins. I felt weak and cold, my

To everyone else, this was a beautiful day—a new beginning. To me, it was a funeral. Every word he spoke felt like another

I looked at Talia. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that shimmered under the lights, and she was smiling as if she truly loved me. She was a great actress. She looked into my eyes, and for a second, the mask slipped. I saw the triumph in her gaze. She wasn’t looking at a husband; she was looking at a crown she had stolen. She

I said. My voice

words to the other sisters. We were like three robots, programmed to destroy our own

moment everyone

the flickering of the candles. Our fathers were sitting in the front row, their chests puffed out with pride. I could see the look of pure relief on my father’s face. They didn’t care that our eyes were dead;

love, but from fear that the plan would fail. I saw the tiny, skin-colored patch on her neck, hidden just under

mouth and sank

hard. I didn’t want to break her actual skin and trigger the very bond I was trying to kill. I felt my teeth hit the synthetic patch. Suddenly, the Moon-Lily ink inside the patch burst. It felt wet and cool against

was so strong that even the people in the back rows

out a soft, fake gasp of pain and then a sigh of pleasure, acting like the mark was sending magic through her body. She leaned her head back, showing off the neck where the ink was already turning into a dark, angry bruise in the shape of my teeth. To anyone watching,