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.

beat. I was called out, and I stepped onto the

my body curving and swaying with a grace that made the men in the front row whistle and shout. But my

​Leonard.

table. I danced and I danced, performing moves that were daring and fluid, praying to get his attention. I wanted him to look up. I wanted

lost in his thoughts, a

were calling out to me, waving bills,

throat, forcing my voice into a husky, breathless tone that

said instantly, his voice cold and

He slowly

and raw. He looked like he was on the

between us turned electric, and for a terrifying second, I thought he knew. My breath hitched

myself, forcing a small, teasing smile onto my lips. "A dance? It

silent, his eyes searching the silver feathers of my mask, drifting down to the line of my throat. My heart raced. Damn... this was a bad idea. What was I thinking? Being this close to him,

whispered, my voice wavering. "I see you

leave, my chest aching with the need to just

​"Wait," he said.

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