The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 175: No Love Making

Scarlett’s POV

​He led me down the hallway to his suite, his grip on my ass firm and his other hand tangled in my hair as he kept his mouth crushed against mine. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence of the room made the sound of our heavy breathing feel deafening.

​He pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving and his amber eyes searching my silver mask with a terrifying intensity. "Are you in your right mind, Samantha?" he rasped, his voice rough. "Will you regret this tomorrow?"

​"No," I whispered, my heart beating fast. "Will you?"

​"Fuck yes," he growled, his jaw tightening. "I’ll regret it every second for the rest of my life. But I want you so badly I can’t let go."

​He didn’t give me time to respond. He kissed me again—a hard, punishing kiss that tasted of desperation. I moaned, my hands shaking as I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. I knew I was playing with fire. I knew this was a mistake that could ruin everything I’d built. But I didn’t care. I wanted him. I had gotten a taste of Leo, and fuck, I wanted him to get a taste of me, too.

​"Stop," he commanded, his voice vibrating with power. He caught my wrists, pulling them away from his waist. "I’ll take the lead."

​He began to undress me, his movements swift and efficient. A cold shiver of panic raced through me as the silk wrap pooled at my feet. Would he know? Would his hands remember the curve of my waist or the slope of my shoulders? But then I remembered—three years had changed me. I wasn’t the soft, round girl he had lost. I was more slender, my muscles toned from hours of training, and my curves were more mature and defined. To him, I was a stranger.

​He stepped back, his eyes devouring me in the dim light of the suite. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent hiss. "You are fucking sexy."

and sucked hard.

parting my thighs with an Alpha’s

against my clit as he

sobbed, my head

stiffened at the sound of my moan, his fingers stuttering inside me for a second before he pushed deeper. "I can’t make love to you, Samantha," he said, his voice

use. A place to dump his pain. My pride screamed at me to leave, to put my clothes on and walk out of his life forever. But my body was a

about love, Alpha?" I challenged, my voice dripping with fake bravado and real

fully awake now. He

deep and commanding. "Get

the high bed, my knees sinking into the plush duvet. I lowered my chest to the

what

coming off his body was like a furnace, and

everything

dive into me, but it didn’t happen. The silence stretched out, becoming heavy and cold. My heart hammered against my

whispered into