The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 164: No More Waiting

Ethan’s POV

​I stormed into my suite, the sound of the door clicking shut behind me only fueling the fire in my gut. With a roar of pure, unadulterated frustration, I kicked the mahogany side table. It shattered against the wall, wood splintering and flying across the room just like my dignity.

​What was I thinking?

​Scarlett was right. She had given me every sign, every cold shoulder, and every polite rejection for three solid years, and I had been arrogant enough to think I could outrun her past.

​I told you, my wolf growled, his annoyed voice sounding in my mind. She never wanted you... she wants only them. She always belonged to the triplets. Let her go, Ethan.

​I sucked in a deep breath, the air burning my lungs. This was it. I was done. I was officially letting her go.

​I walked out onto the balcony, the cool Australian night air hitting my face. I pulled out a cigar, my hands trembling slightly as I lit it. I watched the smoke curl into the dark sky and, for the first time in a long time, I actually smiled. It was a broken, bitter thing, but it was a smile. The weight of expectation was finally off my shoulders. I didn’t have to wait for her anymore.

​Suddenly, I felt her mind-link brush against mine, hesitant and soft.

​"Ethan... I’m sorry. For the way I reacted and spoke to you. Can I come to your room? Please?"

​The sound of her voice in my head made my heart clench, but the image of Leo’s marks on her skin was imprinted in my memory.

locking it tight behind a mental wall she

needed to drown the noise in

of the music thumping through the floorboards, the scent of expensive liquor and sex heavy in the air. I sat at the bar and ordered a double of

a monk. I had stayed loyal and faithful to Scarlett, to a woman who wasn’t even mine.

you mind if

bold and hungry. I just shook my head and turned back to my drink. She sat down

purred, leaning in so I could smell her perfume—something floral and irritating compared to Scarlett’s scent. "But God, you

these offers every day, and for three years, I had politely declined them

Why should

looked her in the eyes.

on the carpet. The moment we stepped inside and the door closed,

​"No kissing," I warned.

at me with excitement as she unzipped my

threw my head back and let out a low, guttural moan, my fingers tangling

professional, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with a rhythmic pressure that made my toes curl against the carpet. I didn’t just let her work; I began to fuck her mouth, my hips thrusting upward as I guided her head, forcing her to take more of me than she expected. Every guttural

her to her feet.

pleasure. I walked to the nightstand drawer,