The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

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.

the assassin’s poison had drained my magic, and the mini-riot on the study couch

and do not use your Alpha commands on me. I am starving. If you want any chance of me ever letting

them could reply, I snapped the

warm, damp towel, and quickly wiped the sticky remnants of our encounter from my inner thighs. Once I felt clean, I marched back into the bedroom, pulled the thick duvet all the way up to my chin, and sat

passed.

own rule and storm down to the kitchen myself when the faint scent of sizzling garlic, roasted meat, and rich spices began to seep under my door. My nose twitched, and my wolf instantly perked

room. It wasn’t the demanding, aggressive thud of an Alpha. It was

voice called out from the other side, completely stripped of his usual dominant arrogance. "We brought the

slow breath, smoothing down Leo’s oversized shirt over my knees. "Come in," I called

lock clicked, and the heavy door pushed

in a single-file line, and their proud, 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 in the study—but his eyes were downcast, looking at the

Leonard were carrying massive, heavy silver trays piled high with food. They hadn’t just ordered the staff to cook; the distinct, slightly messy 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 baked bread, and even a

the edge of the mattress and stopped, staring

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

trays on the nightstands," I ordered, crossing

absolute care, treating the plates like they were made of fragile glass. Once the food was set, none of them climbed onto the bed. They

of my eyes, the three most powerful Alphas in the

sight I will never, ever get tired of. Any other werewolf would probably faint if they saw the

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

green eyes burning with a deep, painful regret. "We swore we would protect you, but we were the ones pushing you and fighting over your

didn’t dare touch me without 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

long moment, letting them stew in their own suspense. I wanted

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 the movement of my