The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 181: Mate

Ethan’s POV

​I stood in the center of the training field, sweat soaking through my shirt as I hammered the heavy bag. Every punch was a way to drown out the noise in my head. There was a sense of frustration and anger in the air today... perhaps it was because of who was arriving.

​Kev, my Beta, walked onto the field with a tablet in his hand. "Alpha," he called out, stopping a few feet away. "They are here. But Princess Rebecca hasn’t arrived yet—only her handmaidens. She sent them ahead to prepare her chambers while she arrives tomorrow."

​I stopped mid-swing and scoffed, wiping sweat from my brow. "We aren’t even married yet, and she is already acting like a queen demanding a royal welcome. Fine. No problem. Show her maids to her quarters."

​Kev nodded and left, leaving me alone in the quiet yard. I sighed, leaning my head against the cool leather of the bag. I had finally given in. A political marriage with the daughter of Alpha Corny from the Whitesnow Pack in Spain seemed like the only logical step. We hadn’t seen each other—not even a picture. It was a cold deal. I just wanted an heir and a stable pack. Love and romance? Those were for other people. In this life, I wasn’t destined for that.

​I picked up a can of water, taking a long, deep drink. Suddenly, my world tilted.

​MATE!

​My wolf, Jax, screamed the word so loudly I nearly dropped the can. I choked on the water, coughing as a scent hit me like a physical wave. Roses. Sweet, intoxicating, fresh roses. My entire body went into overdrive. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my organs felt like they were vibrating.

A second-chance mate?

on the grass. I turned around, and the world slowed down. Standing a few feet away was the most beautiful blonde I had ever seen. Her eyes

again, pushing me

step. She took a step. We were like magnets being pulled together. I took another step, and suddenly, she was running. She threw herself into my arms, hugging me with a desperation that stole my breath. Fuck. The feeling of her skin against mine sparked a fire I thought had died years ago. Every

wet with tears. "I thought... I thought I would never be blessed with a mate," she choked out, her voice the most melodious sound

right here in the dirt. Then, I looked

brow, my voice slightly raspy. "You... you are Princess

scarred knuckles and sweaty chest. "And you... you are a

her mistress tomorrow. But the words died in my throat. If I told her now, it would crush her. She

smile playing on my lips. "I’m

as she checked me out. "You look... hot," she whispered, then

chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. I reached out, cupping her face and forcing her

for the first time in my life, I felt actual butterflies in my stomach. It was a dizzying, terrifying feeling. Was

didn’t care about Spain. I didn’t care about the Whitesnow Pack. I only cared about the beautiful maid in