The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 231

Chapter 231: The punishment

​Scarlett’s POV

​I practically sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the cold ache between my thighs and the slick dripping down my legs. The moment I slammed my bedroom door shut, I clicked the heavy lock into place, leaning my back against the dark wood as my heart hammered violently against my ribs.

​My chest was heaving, my mind completely spinning from the sensory overload. One second I was practically drowning in their combined touch, and the next, I was being handled like a piece of meat at an auction block.

​Idiots. Complete, territorial idiots.

​Inside my head, my wolf was pacing restlessly, her fur bristling with a mixture of leftover arousal and pure annoyance. They went too far, she growled, her sharp teeth bared in my mind. We are their mate, not a trophy to be won by whoever can shove the hardest.

​"Exactly," I muttered aloud to the empty room.

​I mean, can you blame me for cutting them off? I wanted them—god, I wanted all of them so badly my body was literally screaming for satisfaction—but I refused to let them turn our bond into a toxic competition. If they couldn’t learn to share nicely, they weren’t getting any of it.

​Suddenly, my mind link exploded.

​Scar, open the door, Leo’s voice growled through the mental link, sounding completely frustrated and desperately hard.

​Scarlett, sweetheart, please, Liam chimed in, his tone tight, practically begging but still carrying that underlying Alpha edge. We didn’t mean to overwhelm you. Just let us in.

​Let us fix this, mate, Leonard pleaded, his heavy rumble vibrating in my skull.

​I squeezed my eyes shut and blocked the link entirely, shutting them out with a heavy mental wall. I wasn’t going to listen to their excuses. Not yet. But as the silence settled over the room, a loud, aggressive growl ripped from my stomach.

I was still absolutely starving. Leo had worn me out, the assassin’s poison had drained my magic, and the mini-riot on the

little, I sent a cold, sharp message to all three of them. I am locking this door. Do not try to open it, and do not use your Alpha commands on me. I am starving. If

could reply, I snapped the link

back into the bedroom, pulled the thick duvet all the way up to my chin, and sat cross-legged in the center of the bed

hour passed. Then

down to the kitchen myself when the faint scent of sizzling garlic, roasted meat, and rich spices began to seep under my door.

soft, tentative knock echoed through the room. It wasn’t the demanding, aggressive thud of an Alpha.

Liam’s voice called out from the other side, completely stripped of his usual dominant arrogance. "We brought the food. Can we come in?

my knees. "Come in," I

clicked, and the heavy door pushed

terrifying Alpha egos were nowhere to be found. They looked completely humbled. Leo was still shirtless, his knuckles a little red—probably from elbowing his brothers

presentation and the specific scents told me they had personally been down in the kitchen, sweating over the stove themselves to make up for what they did. There was juicy, seasoned steak, roasted potatoes, freshly

the mattress

brown eyes searching mine for any sign of forgiveness. "We know you’re drained. We wanted to take care of

trays on the nightstands," I

made of fragile glass. Once the food was set, none of them climbed onto the bed. They didn’t

Alphas in the region sank down onto their

drop to their knees just to get back into my good graces is a sight I will never, ever get tired of. Any other werewolf would probably faint if they saw the fierce leaders of the Full Moon pack

large hands resting flat on his thighs as he knelt before me. "Scar... we’re sorry," he whispered, his voice rough and completely sincere. "We acted like beasts downstairs. We got so caught up in our own jealousy and the fear of almost losing you today

Liam agreed, his green eyes burning with a deep, painful regret. "We swore we would protect you, but we were the ones pushing you and

permission. "We talked down in the kitchen while making the food. We settled it. No more fighting over days, no more shoving each other out of the way. We want to do this right. Whatever rules you set for us... we will follow

air for a long moment, letting them stew in their own suspense. I wanted them to

finally said, leaning forward and reaching for a piece of the perfectly seasoned steak. I took a bite, moaning softly at how incredible it tasted. Their eyes instantly tracked

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