The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 169: Behind Their Backs

Leo’s POV

​"Yes, he’s here," I whispered, gripping her shoulders to keep her focused. "But don’t worry. He’s only here for a business deal. He has no idea you’re in this hotel."

​Scarlett’s chest heaved with panicked breaths as she tried to calm down. "He can’t see me, Leo. You know the plan. You know why I need these two years." She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine with desperate intensity. "Do you think they’ll have children? Your brothers... do you think they’ll have children with their wives?"

​I let out a harsh, dry laugh. "No, Scarlett. Just as I hated every second I spent with Bianca, they hate their wives. We’ve all been counting the days until we can file for divorce. None of us have touched those women."

​Scarlett’s face went pale, her eyes wide with sudden panic. "No... no, Leo, you shouldn’t let that happen! You men have to stay with them!"

​"Why are you so worried about them?" I growled, my wolf stirring at her concern for the women who took her place. "We don’t want them. We never did."

​"The prophecy, Leo!" she cried, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. "The elders said if I come back and your brothers aren’t in love with their new mates—if they haven’t started families—it will be a disaster. You’ll fight over me. You’ll destroy the pack!"

​"If that prophecy says I’ll kill my own blood over you, then that prophecy is trash," I snapped, pulling her flush against my chest. "Yes, we’ll fight. We’ve been fighting since we were in the womb. But I would never kill Leonard or Liam. I’ll make sure everything is okay."

​"How?" she pushed, her hands trembling against my chest. "How can you be sure?"

mess of fear and "what-ifs." I couldn’t listen

silenced

was pure, raw surrender. Her fingers dove into my hair, pulling me closer as the panic melted into heat. Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to erase every doubt and every other man from her mind. I kissed her deeply, my tongue claiming hers, as I slid my

I slid my hand inside the waistband of her pants, my palm hot against her skin. I moved lower, my fingers brushing against the silk of her panties before finding

was already soaking

back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. "This is wrong... behind your brothers’

rasped against her skin, my fingers finding her clit and giving it

out a shattered moan that vibrated against my tongue. The sound

her upright. The scent of her arousal—the real scent, the one that smelled like home and honey—began to bleed through the fake floral chemicals, filling my senses until

my teeth grazing her lobe. "Tell me you want me

hips bucking against my hand in a desperate search for

her hoodie and pulling it over her head in one fast motion, tossing it blindly onto the floor. My eyes devoured her—the curve of her waist, the rise and fall of

bed, love," I rasped, my

back, her eyes never leaving mine, and collapsed onto the mattress. She didn’t hide herself. She spread her legs wide, inviting me into her world, her heat glistening and swollen, dripping with the evidence of how much she wanted me. I stood at the edge of the bed for a heartbeat, my hands shaking as I stripped out of my own clothes. I kicked my jeans aside, my cock springing free, heavy and throbbing with a dark, relentless

body hitting me. I didn’t enter her yet. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to drown in her. I lowered my head, my tongue flicking out to taste the