The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 218: Why Can’t You Share Me

​Scarlett’s POV

​Eventually, Leonard gathered my slick, exhausted body into his arms and carried me upstairs to his massive master bedroom.

​Now, I was lying in Leonard’s arms on his huge bed, the sheets tangled around our legs. His large, warm hand was gently stroking my chocolate-brown hair, his fingers trailing down the strands in a lazy, soothing rhythm. I let out a long sigh of relief, leaning my head against his chest and inhaling his rich scent of dark chocolate and burnt wood. The feral Alpha from the pool deck was gone, replaced by a quiet, protective warmth.

​But the peace didn’t last long.

​Leonard’s hand paused in my hair. I felt his chest expand as he took a deep breath, a sudden tension returning to his muscular frame. He hesitated for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, before he finally spoke.

​"Who was it?" he asked, his deep voice vibrating right against my cheek.

​I blinked, shifting slightly to look up at his sharp jawline. "Who?"

​He looked down at me, his dark eyes searching mine with a heavy, painful curiosity. He swallowed hard. "The person who took your first time. Who was it, Scarlett?"

​My heart stopped for a second, and a cold knot tied itself right back into my stomach. The dangerous truth about Nigeria and Leo flashed through my mind, but I forced my face to stay completely blank. I swallowed hard and lied—telling him the exact same lie I had told Liam.

as possible.

for a second before he let out a long, heavy breath. He shook

my fault," he muttered, his voice dropping into a rough whisper. He tightened his grip around me, pulling me closer to his chest. "It’s my fault for not finding you sooner. If I

words made my throat go dry. He was taking the blame for a lie, and the

Leonard kissed the top of my head and decided to change the topic. He cleared his

hungry?"

after everything we

playing on his lips. "Nah. I’m cooking for

escaping my lips.

on, you know I can cook," he said, nudging my

out, raising an eyebrow.

eyes. "Even though I’m

"Okay, fine. But

​"Deal," he murmured.

long legs out of bed and walked over to his closet. He grabbed one of his crisp, white button-down shirts

He just pulled on a pair of low-riding grey sweatpants, leaving his broad, tattooed body completely on display for me. Every muscle in his back and chest flexed as he moved, and my wolf

were ready, I followed him out of the