The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 192: Shot At

Scarlett’s POV

​I set the phone back on its base and stared at it for a long, quiet minute. My hands were shaking.

​I could still hear Liam’s deep, angry roar ringing in my ears. I could still hear Leonard’s broken cries. Even through the speaker, their Alpha power had made the air in my small office feel heavy. But they were on the other side of the world now. They couldn’t reach through the phone line and drag me back into their dark, dangerous world.

​For five years, I had been running. But I was tired of running. I was tired of using fake names. If they wanted to find me, let them try. China was huge, and I was not that helpless little girl under the oak tree anymore.

​"Everything okay, Scar?"

​A soft, smooth voice broke the silence, pulling me out of my thoughts.

​I looked up and smiled as Chen stepped into my office. He was wearing a neat gray suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and he carried two cups of warm green tea. Chen was a wealthy local businessman who had helped me set up my art studio when I first arrived in the city. He didn’t know anything about werewolves, Alphas, or prophecies. To him, I was just a talented, mysterious woman who painted her soul onto canvas. And around him, I felt completely normal. Safe.

​"Yes," I lied softly, taking one of the warm cups from his hands. "Just an old phone call from back home. It’s nothing."

​Chen looked at me closely, his eyes full of care. He could clearly see the tension in my shoulders, but he was too polite to push me for answers. Instead, he smiled gently and took a sip of his tea.

​"You have been working too hard on that Safe Haven piece," Chen said, stepping a bit closer to my desk. "The auction is over, and it sold for a record price. You should be celebrating, not hiding in your office."

I’m just tired," I murmured,

to his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little nervous—a rare sight for

me take you out tonight," Chen said, his voice dropping into a hopeful tone. "There is a beautiful new restaurant by the river. No paint, no business talk. Just good food, music, and... me. What do you say, Scarlett?

small smile. "A nice dinner by

with a bright, happy grin. He was always

Chen liked me. He had been very open about his feelings for over a year now. Every time he brought it up, I always told him the same thing—that I wasn’t ready for a relationship. But Chen was patient. He wasn’t giving up on me, and a small part of me really appreciated how safe he made

of safety

growling softly. A sharp wave of danger hit my chest. My wolf instincts were alerting me

restaurant. Across the street, a sleek car with completely tinted windows was idling by the curb. I focused my senses, sniffing

​Werewolves.

How did the triplets find me so quickly? It had been less than two hours since the phone call! It takes way longer than that to fly a private jet from the home pack to

across the table, his brow furrowed with worry. "Scarlett? Are

keep

kindly. "I’ll excuse myself to the restroom first, and then

restaurant, my eyes snapped back to the tinted car outside. The door swung open,

gun, pointing it directly through the glass

​Bang!

think. My wolf reflexes took over, and I dove out of my chair, hitting the hard floor just as the glass shattered completely above me. Shards of glass rained down like