The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 134: The Familiar Bangle

Leo’s POV

​The training room was filled with the sound of my breathing—heavy and full of a restless energy that felt like it was clawing at my skin. I had been hitting the heavy bag for two hours, my knuckles raw and bleeding, but I didn’t care. Physical pain was the only thing that could drown out the silence of this empty life.

​The door opened, and the scent of jasmine drifted in. I didn’t even have to look to know it was Bianca. After a year of living in the same house, just the smell of her made my wolf snarl deep in my mind.

​"Leo? You’ve been in here all morning," she said, her voice respectful and careful. She looked at me with that same desperate look she had worn every day for the last twelve months. "My parents are here for the anniversary lunch. Father Lennox is waiting for us in the grand hall."

​I ignored her, throwing a punch so hard the bag nearly tore from the ceiling.

​"Leo, please," she said, stepping closer. She reached out a hand to touch my sweaty shoulder. "It’s been a year. You can’t keep acting like I don’t exist. We are married. We have a pack to lead together."

​Before her fingers could even graze my skin, I spun around. My movement was a blur of anger. I grabbed her wrist, my grip tight enough to make her gasp in pain. I leaned in, my eyes glowing with rage.

​"Don’t touch me," I hissed. My voice was like a serrated blade. "I told you that the day we stood at that altar, and I meant it. You might have a ring on your finger, Bianca, but you are nothing to me."

me," she

of pity. In my head, I saw Scarlett’s face—the way she used to look at me with real love, not this fake, desperate look Bianca was

closer until our faces were inches apart. "Real hurt is being forced to wake up every day to see the woman who helped steal my future. You and your sisters played your games. You used our parents to trap us. Well, you have what you wanted. You’re a Luna. Now, enjoy the life

away from me. She

it because I loved you, Leo!" she cried

what love is. Love is sacrifice.

if he wants to play happy family, he can do it with your parents.

stood there, sobbing quietly, but

talk to them. The sun was high in the sky, and the square was busy with pack members going about their day. As I walked, people stopped to

past a small shop when a silver bracelet caught my eye. I stopped, thinking it would look good on my sister, Jane. I walked over to

the silver jewelry

specific pattern. I slowly looked down at my own wrist. Underneath my leather watch band, I still wore the thread bangle Scarlett had given me years ago. It was one of the few gifts I never had the heart to

knotted was unique—a special tying style I had never

the seller said, stepping forward with a smile. She looked down at my wrist and her eyes