The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 172

Chapter 172: The Dancer

Scarlett’s POV

​I walked up to a man who looked like he was in charge of the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I’d like to be one of the dancers tonight," I said, pitching my voice lower.

​He looked me up and down, his eyes scanning my silhouette beneath the hoodie. "Can you dance?"

​"Yes," I replied, with a confidence I didn’t truly feel but needed to project.

​"Well, lucky me," he grunted, checking his watch. "One of the girls called in sick ten minutes ago, and the headliner is about to go on. Go to the back. There’s a bin of masks and outfits. Pick something and be on stage in five."

​I couldn’t believe it was that easy. I hurried to the changing room, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and cheap perfume. I stripped off my clothes, my hands shaking. Zoe, I called out to my wolf, I need you to go deep. Subdue yourself completely. He can’t sense a single drop of our power.

​I understand, Scarlett, she whispered, her presence fading into a tiny, cold spark at the back of my mind.

​I looked in the mirror after I finished changing. I had chosen a sheer, shimmering wrap that caught the light and a silver feathered mask that covered the top half of my face. I even wore a red wig...

​What I was doing was incredibly risky—Leonard was an Alpha, his senses were sharp—but I couldn’t help it. I had spent the afternoon in Leo’s arms, but the sight of Leonard sitting there, so broken and alone, had pulled at a string in my heart I thought had snapped long ago. I just wanted to touch him. Just once.

heavy, pulsing beat. I was called out, and I

when words failed. I took to the pole, my body curving and swaying with a grace that made the men in the front row

​Leonard.

he wasn’t looking at the stage. He was staring into his glass, his shoulders slumped, his entire aura radiating a grief so heavy it felt like it was suffocating the air around his table. I danced and I danced, performing moves that were daring and fluid, praying to get his attention. I wanted him to

He remained lost in his thoughts,

set ended. It was time for personal dances if the girls wanted the extra tips. Men were calling out to

breathless tone that sounded nothing like the girl he grew

he said instantly, his voice cold

paused. He slowly lifted his eyes

they were bloodshot and raw. He looked

for a terrifying second, I thought he knew. My breath hitched in my throat. Zoe, stay

teasing smile onto my lips. "A dance? It might

silver feathers of my mask, drifting down to the line of my throat. My heart raced. Damn... this was a bad idea. What was

my voice wavering. "I see you are in a

with the need to just run back to my

​"Wait," he said.

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