The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 127: Finally Happening

Scarlett’s POV

​I stood in front of my canvas, the smell of oil paints and turpentine filling the studio. My brush moved in rhythmic strokes, trying to capture the light of a French sunset, but my mind was miles away. Paris was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.

The truth was... home had never been a place.

It had been them.

​As I worked, a strange energy shifted in the room. The quiet hum of the art class was replaced by urgent whispers. I noticed students huddled together, staring at their phones, their eyes wide with shock.

​I ignored them. It was probably just some silly school gossip or a new celebrity scandal. I dipped my brush into a pool of red paint, focusing on the texture.

​"Scarlett? Mon Dieu, Scarlett, have you seen this?"

​I turned to see Chloé, a bubbly French girl who had become my closest friend at the academy. She was holding her phone, her eyes wide with excitement.

​"Qu’est-ce qu’il y a, Chloé?" I asked in my best French, trying to keep my voice steady. "What’s wrong?"

​"The news... it’s all over the international blogs," Chloé replied, switching to English as she noticed my hands beginning to tremble. "The popular Alpha triplets of the Full Moon Pack... back in England... they are tying the knot today with the princesses of the Silver Lake Pack."

​My heart didn’t just skip a beat; it felt like it had been physically ripped from my chest. My brush clattered to the floor, leaving a scattered red streak across the canvas.

​"Scarlett?" Chloé stepped closer, her voice full of concern. "Those are your Alphas, right? You’re from the Full Moon Pack... why didn’t you go back for the ceremony? It says the wedding is happening right now."

​The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe. My wolf, who had been quiet for so long, let out a piercing, agonizing wail inside my head. It was a sound of pure mourning, like a death knell.

​"I... I..." I struggled to find my voice.

​"Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Chloé reached out to touch my shoulder.

​"Stomachache," I lied, tears gathering. "I think I ate something bad. I... I have to go to the restroom."

​I didn’t wait for her to respond. I bolted from the studio, my heels clicking against the marble floors. I pushed past students in the hallway, my vision blurring with hot, stinging tears.

​I burst into the restroom and slammed into the furthest stall, locking the door with shaking fingers. I sank to the cold tile floor, clutching my stomach as the first sob broke free.

​I knew a day like this would come. I had spent countless nights in this city preparing myself for the moment they would move on, but I never imagined it would happen so quickly. Or that it would hurt this much.

​So, it was real. They were really marrying them.

​The thought felt like a cold blade twisting in my gut. They really believed I was dead. To them, I was just a memory, a ghost who had vanished two years ago.

A memory slipped into my mind before I could stop it.

We were in the library—the packhouse library—sunlight spilling through the tall. I had been sitting on the edge of the table, swinging my legs while they stood around me like I was the center of their world.

"I’ve decided something," I had said, trying to sound serious, even though I was fighting a smile.

Leo had raised a brow, already suspicious. "That look means trouble. What is it, little fox?"

I had tilted my chin up proudly. "I’m going to marry all three of you."

There was a second of silence.

Then chaos.

"You’re marrying me," Liam said immediately, his voice calm but firm, like it was already decided.

Leon scoffed, crossing his arms. "In your dreams. She clearly meant me."

"Please," Leo laughed, stepping closer to me. "Scarlett has taste. She’d never choose either of you over me."

I burst out laughing as they started arguing, their voices overlapping, each one trying to prove why he was the better choice.

"I didn’t say I’d choose!" I teased, grinning. "I said all three of you."

"That’s not how it works," Liam said, though I caught the small smile he tried to hide.

"It could," I shot back playfully. "Who made the rules anyway?"

Leon stepped closer then, his eyes soft in a way that made my heart skip. "Even if it did... I wouldn’t share you."

Leo nodded, his teasing fading just a little. "Neither would I."

Liam didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes said enough.

More tears flowed, hot and uncontrollable, splashing onto the cold tiles of the restroom floor as the memory replayed a thousand times in my head.

I stayed there until my chest stopped heaving, then forced myself to stand. I washed my face with freezing water, trying to numb the puffiness of my eyes, and decided to go home. I couldn’t paint today. I couldn’t do anything.

​I made it to the parking lot in a daze, got into my car, and drove through the busy streets of Paris back to my apartment. The city was full of life, but I felt like I was moving through a graveyard.

​Once inside my apartment, I didn’t even turn on the lights. I sank onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and leaning against the sofa. With trembling fingers, I took out my phone. For two years, I had been disciplined. I had refused to search for them, refused to keep tabs on the Full Moon Pack. It was the only way I could stay sane.

​But today, I couldn’t help myself.

​I typed their names into the search bar, and a thousand results flooded the screen. I clicked on the main headline and stared at their pre-wedding photos. My breath hitched. The three sisters were beaming, their smiles triumphant and bright. But the Alphas... Liam, Leon, and Leo looked like statues. Their faces were stony, their eyes vacant and dark. They didn’t look like men in love; they looked like men being led to their execution.

​I scrolled down to the comment section, my heart racing.

​User99: Rumor has it the marriage is so sudden because the princesses are already pregnant.

​I choked on a sob, a fresh wave of tears blurring the screen. Pregnant. The word felt like a death sentence. If there were children involved, does that mean they have finally moved on?

​"This is for the best," I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling. "It has to be."

​I closed my eyes, trying to find some peace in the pain. I told myself that once they married and marked the sisters, my secret bond with them would finally be severed. The prophecy that had haunted us—the one that predicted they would fight and kill each other over me—would be destroyed. They would have their own mates now, and they wouldn’t have to spill each other’s blood for my sake.

​I was protecting them. By staying "dead," I was giving them a future. But as I sat there in the dark, listening to the muffled sounds of Paris outside, I wondered if I had done the right thing... maybe I should have told them, given them a choice... well, it’s too late now.

​"It’s not too late, Scar," my wolf urged. "You can do something."

​I scoffed through my tears. "Like what? Mind-link them? I can’t... the spell cast on me is still active," I whispered, my eyes tearing up. "I am blocked from accessing the triplets until... until the fifth year, which is three years from now, or until they truly belong to another."

​"But they don’t belong to them yet!" my wolf, Zoe, snarled in my mind. She was pacing, her red fur bristling with a restless, wild energy. "The ceremony isn’t over. The mark hasn’t been set. Can’t you feel it?"

​I gripped my hair, pulling at the roots as if I could yank the thoughts out of my head. "What am I supposed to do, Zoe? Fly to England? Burst into the cathedral and stop a royal wedding based on a prophecy that says they’ll kill each other if I’m near?"

​I looked back at the screen of my phone. The live blog was updating in real-time.

​LIVE UPDATE: The Alphas and the Princesses have reached the altar. The High Priest is beginning the Invocation of the Moon.

​The High Priest. That meant the marking was only minutes away. In our world, the marking wasn’t just a bite; it was a soul-seal. If they sank their teeth into those women with the intent to claim, the universe would rewrite itself. My place in their lives would be erased forever. I would become a true ghost, a glitch in a destiny that had moved on without me.

​"If I go back, they die," I sobbed, my forehead resting on my knees. "If I stay here, I die. Just slowly. Day by day. But I’ll take it."

​"They aren’t happy," Zoe countered, her voice dropping to a low, mournful howl. "Look at their eyes in the photos, Scarlett. Do those look like men who have moved on? They look heartbroken... who knows what must have happened behind the scenes."

​My wolf was right; something might have happened, but again, it was for the best.

​Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in my chest. It wasn’t emotional; it was physical. It felt like a cold shiver running down my spine, followed by a strange taste in my mouth.

​"What is that?" I gasped, clutching my throat.