The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate-Chapter 67: His Warnings

Scarlett POV

​The triplets were already there, seated on one side of the long mahogany table. They looked exhausted, their formal robes replaced by training gear, as if they had just come back from a brutal run. Across from them sat the three sisters—Camila, Bianca, and Talia—looking radiant in their morning dresses.

​But it was the head of the table that made me stop in my tracks. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Levi, and Alpha Louis were all present, their faces grim. Lennox’s eyes snapped to mine the moment I entered, his gaze sharp and calculating.

​Ethan pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down, my knees shaking under the table. I looked down at the white lace tablecloth, but I could feel Lennox staring at me from the head of the table. He was leaning back, his hands steepled under his chin, watching me with an intensity that told me he knew exactly what I had seen in the woods.

I felt the triplets’ gazes burning into the side of my head, a mix of possessive fury and shock, but I kept my eyes fixed on the porcelain plate in front of me.

​The silence in the room was heavy enough to choke on until Ethan finally spoke. His voice wasn’t the kind, worried tone from my bedroom; it was cold and furious.

​"Camila, Bianca, Talia," he started, his voice cutting the suffocating silence. "Do you care to explain why you went to my fiancée’s room last night and attacked her?"

​My heart stopped. My fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against the china. Fiancée? Did he just call me his fiancée? I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but his expression was like granite, his jaw set in a hard line.

​The sisters’ lips parted in unison, their smug expressions shattering into pure horror. Camila tried to stammer out a denial, but Ethan didn’t give her the chance to breathe.

​"I don’t know what lies you’ve been told about Scarlett, but that was her past," he continued, his silver-grey eyes flashing with annoyance. "Right now, she is my fiancée. My wife-to-be. She is Alpha Ethan Damien Luciano’s future Luna, and you will remember that."

​The girls’ eyes widened in shock.

​Ethan glared at them, then turned his head slowly toward the triplets, his gaze sharp. "Caution your fiancées," he warned, his voice dropping into a low, vibrating threat. "The next time such a thing occurs, I will not come to this table. I will ask my men to return the favor a hundredfold."

Then, just like that, he turned back to his plate, picking up his knife as if he hadn’t just declared war.

​"What did you girls do?" Liam’s voice came out as a low, vibrating snarl. The silverware on the table trembled slightly under the weight of his Alpha aura.

His eyes were locked on the sisters.

​Camila stammered, her face pale. "Liam, we—we only went to talk to her about the ceremony and—"

​"I asked what you did," Liam interrupted. "Because if you laid a hand on her—"

​"Liam!" Sir Louis cut him off. "Mind your tongue. These are your fiancées. They are the future Lunas of this pack."

​Louis turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over the servants and maids standing stiffly against the walls, their eyes wide with terror.

​"If you want to caution her, then do it indoors, not in front of the staff," Louis said, his voice dropping into a stern warning. "We do not air the dirty laundry of the High Alphas in the dining hall."

​Liam gritted his teeth so hard I heard the bone pop in his jaw. He looked as if he wanted to roar, to flip the table and demand the truth, but the heavy weight of his father’s command held him in place. His gaze flickered to my cheek—to the faint, rising bruise Camila had left—and I saw his pupils blow wide with a feral, protective rage.

​Beside him, Leon and Leo were just as tense. Leon’s fork was bent nearly in half in his hand, and Leo’s scent—usually like fresh pine—was sharp and acrid with fury.

​I ignored them all.

​I picked up my knife and fork with trembling fingers, forcing myself to cut a small piece of sausage as if my heart wasn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. I could feel the sisters’ hateful glares and the triplets’ suffocating possessiveness, but I refused to let it get to me.

​Once the meal was over, Ethan leaned in close. "I’m heading to the training grounds for the morning combat session," he said, his voice returning to that warm, grounding tone he used only with me. "If you’re feeling up to it, you should join me. It’s better than sitting in this house all day."

​"I’d like that," I whispered. Anything to get away from Alpha Lennox’s unnerving, silent stare.

​I followed Ethan down to the vast training field behind the mansion. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, sweat, and raw Alpha pheromones. It was a chaotic symphony of power: warriors in mid-shift, their bones cracking and fur sprouting as they lunged at one another, while others fought in their human forms, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing across the grass.

​Then, I saw them.

​The triplets were in the center of the fray. They were shirtless, their bronze skin slick with sweat that glistened under the morning sun. Their muscles rippled and flexed with every strike, every parry. They looked feral, beautiful, and—god—so incredibly hot. My heart did a traitorous little flip. I felt Zoe pacing in my mind, her tail wagging. Our mates, she purred.

​I forced myself to look away, my cheeks heating up.

​"Ready to see what I can do?" Ethan asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He began to unbuckle his belt and pull his shirt over his head.

​My breath hitched. In the werewolf world, nudity was as common as breathing—shifting required it, and we were comfortable with our bodies—but watching Ethan strip down made my heart race in a way it never had before. Luckily, he didn’t take off his jeans; only his shirt.

​My eyes ran over his chest. His chest was broad, marked by a few scars that only made him look more formidable.

​He caught me staring and winked before heading toward a waiting warrior.

​I stood at the edge of the field, trying to catch my breath, when a shadow fell over me.

​"You look a little out of your league, maid," a sharp, familiar voice spat.

​I turned to find Camila standing there. She had traded her morning dress for tight leather training gear, her black hair pulled into a severe ponytail. She looked at me with pure hatred, her eyes glancing at the bruise on my cheek that she had caused.

​She gestured to the open space in front of us, a cruel smirk spreading across her face.

​"What do you say, Scarlett? You want to duel me? Or are you going to hide behind Alpha Ethan’s skirts all day?"