The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 201: Another Vision

Scarlett’s POV

​Ma’am Olivia stepped fully into the guest room, shutting the door behind her. The click of the lock felt loud, cutting off the rest of the mansion and trapping the two of us inside. I didn’t move from the edge of the bed. I kept my posture rigid, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched her every move. The last time I had seen this woman, she had looked at me with cold, calculated determination—the look of a mother willing to sacrifice anything, or anyone, to alter the threads of fate. Today, she looked older. The sharp elegance she usually carried around like armor seemed slightly frayed at the edges.

​She stood near the door for a long, heavy moment, her eyes sweeping over my face, scanning the changes five years of independence had written on features she used to know. There was a strange flicker of emotion in her eyes, a mixture of disbelief and something that looked like guilt, before she finally cleared her throat.

​"Scarlett... can I talk to you?" she asked, her voice surprisingly soft. It lacked the sharp, authoritative edge of a former Luna, sounding hollow instead.

​I stared back at her, my expression completely unreadable. The Scarlett from five years ago would have trembled under her gaze, desperate to please the mother of the pack. But I had built a life with my own two hands in the human world. I had faced down assassins without blinking. I was no longer a pawn to be moved around on their chessboard.

​"What is it you have to say?" I replied. My voice was a flat, even line that echoed coldly against the plain walls of the guest room.

​She winced slightly at my tone, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her expensive wool coat. She took a small, hesitant step forward, though she carefully kept a respectful distance between us, sensing the invisible wall I had put up.

​"I wanted to ask... how your life has been," she began, her eyes searching mine for any sign of vulnerability. "Where you have been for the past five years... how you survived out there in the world alone."

​"I have been fine," I said shortly, cutting through any attempt at small talk. I had no intention of sharing the details of my art studio, my quiet apartment, or the peace I had fought so hard to maintain in Shanghai. None of that belonged to her. It didn’t belong to this pack.

arrange for me to see you. I wanted to check on you, Scarlett. I asked him many times over the years to bring me to you, but he always told me the same thing. He said you never wanted to see

her dead in the eye without a single shred of hesitation. "He was right. I never wanted to see you. There is nothing for

to hit her like a physical blow, stripping away the last remnants of her composed Luna facade. She looked down at the floorboards, her shoulders slumping into a posture that

you hate me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she looked back up at

Olivia. I have nothing against you. You are

another step toward the bed, her hands reaching out slightly as if she wanted to grasp mine. "Scarlett... can you ever forgive me for what I did? For forcing you away? For making you feel like you had to

said instantly, the word dropping between us like

she forced herself to accept the boundaries I was drawing. I could acknowledge her reasons

drifting toward the window where the gray mountain clouds were rolling in over the pack lands. "I got another vision last

I forced my expression to remain a mask of pure indifference. The last time this woman had a vision, it had completely ruined my life and torn me away from my

I said sharply, rising from the bed to stand tall in

half a step as if my sudden movement had startled her. "I understand. I’m sorry," she whispered. She turned toward the door, her hand reaching out for the brass handle as if she were preparing to

night, it meant whatever was coming was already in motion. It meant the danger that followed me to Shanghai was tied directly to whatever rewrite of fate

it?" I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet room

around. The expression on her face wasn’t the calculating look of a prophet—it was the expression of a woman completely consumed by a

"It never changed, Scarlett. Everything we did... every sacrifice you made, every arrangement I put into place... it was all

My heart began to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs as