The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 131: Hidden Ability

Scarlett’s POV

​I traveled under a fake name, clutching a passport Ethan’s men had handed me before I boarded the private jet. I didn’t have much—just a small bag of clothes and my sketchbook.

​As the plane soared over the ocean, I looked out the window. Every mile was another layer of distance between me and the life that had tried to kill me. Zoe was quiet now, her head resting on her paws in my mind. She was exhausted, and so was I.

​When the plane finally touched down in Nigeria, the first thing I felt was the heat. It wasn’t the soft, gentle sun of France. This heat was heavy... powerful... like it was sinking deep into my bones.

​A man was waiting for me on the tarmac. He was tall, with skin the color of deep mahogany and a smile that reached his eyes. He didn’t look like a soldier or an assassin. He looked like a father.

​"You must be Scarlett," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I am Alpha Samuel. Ethan told me you were coming. Welcome to the Silver-Back Pack."

​"Thank you, Alpha," I whispered, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

​He led me to a dusty but sturdy jeep. As we drove away from the airport, the scenery changed from busy city streets to lush, green forests and tall mountains. The air smelled different here—it smelled of earth, rain, and wildflowers.

​"My pack is old-fashioned," Samuel explained as he drove. "We stay away from the politics of the Western packs. Here, family and the land are everything. You are safe here. My house is your house."

​We eventually arrived at the packhouse. It was a beautiful, large building made of stone and wood, nestled at the base of a great mountain. As soon as I stepped out of the car, a woman rushed out. She was beautiful, wearing a colorful wrap around her waist.

​"Oh, you poor thing," she said, pulling me into a hug before I could even say hello. "I am Amara, Samuel’s mate. You look like you haven’t slept in a week. Come inside. We have food, and your room is ready."

​For the first time in two years, I didn’t feel like a secret or a problem. I felt like a guest.

we walked into the packhouse, I felt

people there had deep, rich

out of place, like I had stepped into a world

my gaze slightly, suddenly

tightened slightly around

because she

new. They’ll get used to you...

in my

floor. It had a balcony that looked out over the mountains. The sun was starting to set, painting

now, Scarlett," she said

balcony. The sounds of the African night were loud—insects chirping, the

Zoe," I

here," Zoe replied, her ears twitching. "The magic

appeared on my screen, I didn’t feel like crying. I just felt numb. England was thousands of miles away.

​But I was alive.

to a blank page. I didn’t draw Liam, Leon, or Leo. Instead, I drew the outline of

Scarlett," I whispered to

men and the sound of gunshots. I woke up suddenly, not because of a dream, but because of

were voices—panicked, loud

me again. I jumped out of bed, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I stood by

is slowing down!" a woman

is spreading too fast!" That was