The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 239: Who Are You?

Scarlett’s POV

​The heavy clicks of her high heels against the floor sounded like a warning bell. I didn’t move an inch. I kept my back to her, praying she would take the hint and leave.

​But of course, she didn’t.

​"Don’t you have any shame?" Camila’s voice echoed through the quiet bedroom, filled with disgust. "Fucking married men. Sleeping in my husband’s bed... while I am pregnant with his child."

​Seriously, the joke was completely on her. Did she really think I was stupid? Did she actually believe I didn’t know about the lies she and her sisters, Talia and Bianca, had been spinning? They had been playing games under this roof for too long, but their time was officially ticking down.

​Slowly, I rolled over and sat up, fixing her with a cold, dead-eyed stare.

​"You tricked the triplets into marrying you and your sisters," I said, eyeing her. "And soon, this entire fake marriage will be over. As for your pregnancy? If you are really pregnant, why don’t you go tell your husband instead of whispering it to me?"

​Camila’s face turned bright red, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She tried to speak, her fingers twitching at her side, but the bedroom door flew open before she could get a single word out.

​Liam walked in. The second his green eyes landed on Camila standing near his bed, his entire chest expanded and a terrifying, deep growl ripped from his throat. The walls practically shook.

​"What are you doing in here?" he snarled, his Alpha aura flaring so hard the air in the room instantly turned heavy.

​Camila jumped, but she tried to pull her shoulders back, playing the part of the proud wife. "I am your wife, Liam! I have the right to be in your room. The real question is, what is this whore doing here?"

​That was her biggest mistake.

​Liam went completely feral. In a split second, he blurred across the room. Before Camila could even blink, his hand shot out and grabbed her tightly by the hair, tilting her head back.

call my mate a whore to my face, or even behind my back,

let out a sharp whimper, all her fake bravery melting away into pure terror. While keeping a tight grip on her hair, Liam dragged her to the entrance, forced the door open, and threw her out into the hallway like a piece

for a moment, chest heaving as he sucked in a deep breath, forcing his inner wolf back under control. When he finally turned to

couldn’t stay in this room anymore. The air felt

come with you," he

of the residential wing, heading straight out into the warm afternoon air toward the pack’s main training

best to distract myself from thinking about Leo and Leonard. My finger was practically itching to open the mind link again, but I forced myself to hold back. Distracting them while

my unease. He watched the way my eyes kept darting toward the western border, my body tense and

Liam said, a soft, challenging smile

at him

capable of. Liam still thought I was that same weak, fragile girl he used to train years ago—the one who could barely take a hit without bruising. He thought he was just going to give me a light, easy

in for a

dropped into a loose, easy stance, putting his hands up. "Go ahead, Scar. Give me what you’ve got. Don’t worry about

could even finish his sentence,

widened in pure shock as I slipped right past his guard. I hooked my foot behind his ankle, drove my palm hard into his chest, and used his own massive

silent. Warriors stopped mid-swing, turning their heads to stare

a second, looking up at the sky like he had just been hit by a truck. Then, a massive, booming laugh escaped his chest. He pushed himself up onto his feet, standing tall as he began to clap for me, his eyes burning with

he breathed, wiping the dirt from his chin. "Where the hell did you learn to move like

more fighting," I smirked, bouncing lightly on the balls of my

blow, feeling the wind of his

echoing through the open air. Every time he thought he had me cornered, I used my smaller frame to slip away, countering with lethal precision. By the time

around our ring to watch us, their murmurs of respect filling the air. They were looking at me

all. He stared at me, his heart beating wildly, completely mesmerized by the fierce warrior standing in front of

​"Fuck," he growled low.