The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 202: Trust Them

Scarlett’s POV

​I looked down at her hands gripping my arms, completely confused. My mind raced, trying to parse her words through the thick layer of suspicion that had been protecting my heart for years. How was I supposed to help her? What did she mean?

​"Scar, they will die," she begged, her grip tightening as she shook my arms. "Please help me."

​I frowned, my empathy instantly turning back into a cold, protective shield. I yanked my arms out of her tight grip, forcing her to take a step back.

​"There is nothing I can do, Ma’am Olivia," I said, my voice hardening. "I am not the Moon Goddess. I can’t just rewrite their fate on a whim. I have done enough. I have sacrificed five years of my life, my home, and my peace, and right now, I am not doing that again. I am done running, and I am done hiding."

​Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, stepping firmly into her space.

​"Let’s just allow destiny to take its control," I said, looking down at her. "Believe in your sons. Believe in their brotherly bond. They are powerful Alphas, Ma’am Olivia. If you want this nightmare to end, you have to trust them to survive it. I can’t do anything else for you... unless you want to kill me."

​Olivia froze entirely. She shook her head violently, her eyes widening in absolute horror as if I had just struck her across the face. "Why would you think that?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why would you think I would want to kill you to end the prophecy?"

I countered, my voice deadpan, my eyes tracking her every micro-expression. "And since you seem completely desperate to save them, it’s exactly what a desperate mother would do. You want

hand flying to her chest as if she couldn’t breathe. "Is that how you see me? A monster? A monster that would

kept my

now. "Neither would my husbands, or your parents. Just as we love the triplets, we

found that

that she and her husbands were my prime suspects. Someone had been hunting me for three long years. Someone had hired highly trained, masked werewolves with military-grade weapons to storm a secure estate in Shanghai just to put a bullet through my chest. If

grief in her eyes, I couldn’t be entirely sure anymore. Either she was

with the back of her trembling hand, and looked

voice laced with deep regret. "I know I pressured you to use that witch’s spell and run. But I did it because I truly believed that separating you would keep everyone alive. I wanted

stepped closer again, no longer panicked, but completely

at the prophecy together. There must be something I am missing in my visions. A hidden detail, a clause, a choice we haven’t made yet. If the fated bond is still completely active after all this time, then

words felt heavy in the room, but I couldn’t let myself soften. I had spent too many years on the run, always looking over my shoulder, to drop my guard just because

is nothing I can do," I said, my voice dropping into a quiet,

could say another word or try to grab my arms again, I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom, closing the door