Scarlett’s POV
Before I could even find my voice to protest, Leon’s mouth crashed against mine, silencing before I could force out a single word.
It was a brutal, starving kiss, full of possessive rage, like he was trying to take sothing from by force.
I fought him, twisting my head and finally sinking my teeth into his lower lip until I tasted his blood.
But he didn’t pull away. Instead, a dark, guttural growl vibrated deep in his chest, and the iron grip on my wrists tightened. My bite only seed to fuel his desire. He beca even more aggressive, his body pinning so hard against the bookshelf that I could feel every hard muscle he possessed.
While I was still struggling against his mouth, one of his hands left my wrist and moved downward. I felt the sharp pull of my zipper being tugged down. My heart slamd wildly against my ribs. I wanted to scream, to shove him off, to tell him to stop, but my body was betraying in the cruelest way. When his fingers slipped past my lace underwear and touched , a traitorous gasp escaped my lips, and sha hit instantly. I was annoyingly, frustratingly wet.
Leon let out a rough groan against my lips, his thumb finding my clit as a finger pushed deep inside . "You’re so wet for , Scarlett," he rasped into my mouth, his voice thick with a sudden, honeyed sweetness that was more dangerous than his anger. "Forget him. He’s a fool. I’m the one who knows how to make you feel like this."
He began to fuck with his finger, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent lightning through my nerves. He started whispering loving words, calling his beautiful girl, his treasure, even as he worked his hand with a starving force. I was lost in it, my head falling back against the shelves, my moans filling the small space between our lips.
Suddenly, the library doors were shoved open with a violent bang. We had forgotten to lock them.
In a blur of motion, a shadow rushed us. Before I could even process who it was, Leon was ripped away from . I stumbled, my legs shaking, and scrambled to zip up my jeans as I saw Liam pinning Leon against a bookshelf. The impact was so hard that dozens of heavy, ancient books tumbled to the floor around them.
"How dare you touch her!" Liam spat, his eyes glowing a terrifying, predatory gold. His fist was bunched in Leon’s shirt, his knuckles tight.
Leon didn’t back down. He wiped the blood from his lip and bared his teeth. "Why can’t I touch her? She doesn’t belong to you, Liam. You don’t own her."
"She belongs to !" Liam roared, the sound shaking the very air in the room.
"On what grounds?" Leon challenged, his voice dropping to a deadly, low challenge. "Tell , brother. On what grounds is she yours?"
I held my breath, waiting. I waited for Liam to scream it—to say the word. Mate. But he didn’t. Instead, he let out an angry growl and buried his fist in Leon’s face.
Leon spun back but recovered instantly, lunging at Liam with a shoulder check that sent them both crashing into a reading table. The fight was savage. They weren’t just brothers sparring; they were Alphas fighting against each other.
"Stop! Please, stop it!" I scread, my voice cracking with terror.
They didn’t listen. They were on the verge of shifting, their skin rippling and their bones cracking as their wolves fought to break free. The noise drew the guards, who rushed into the library to intervene, but Liam and Leon shoved them away with inhuman strength, sending grown n flying across the room.
Leo rushed in next. He took one look at —my disheveled hair, my swollen lips, and my trembling hands—and then looked at his brothers. He didn’t need an explanation. He knew exactly what Leon had done. His face twisted in a mask of jealous fury, but he stayed rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on mine.
"Soone stop them!" I pleaded, backing away as a shelf snapped under their weight.
But as the violence escalated, the room began to spin. The sll of blood and the sound of snarling triggered sothing dark in my mind. Suddenly, the dream from last night flashed before my eyes like a vivid, terrifying vision. I saw the battlefield. I saw the blood. And then, I saw their dead bodies—Liam, Leon, and Leo—lying cold in the dirt.
The horror of it was too much. My knees gave out, and the world turned black.
As I hit the floor, the last thing I heard were panicked shouts.
"Scarlett!"
I blinked, my vision slowly clearing as the familiar wall of my room ca into focus. My head felt like it had been split open, the images of the dead brothers still burning behind my eyelids.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with tension and the scent of the triplets. As I sat up, I saw them. They were like statues placed in three different corners of the room, as far apart from each other as possible. Their faces were bruised, their clothes torn, and the scent of their mutual hatred was suffocating.
Lila rushed to my side imdiately, pressing a cold cloth to my forehead. "Scarlett! Oh, thank the Goddess. Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?"
"I’m... I’m okay," I croaked, my voice sounding small in the vast silence.
I looked at the triplets. None of them would look at . Liam was staring out the window, his jaw tight. Leon was looking at his boots, his hands balled into fists. Leo was leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor.
Then, Liam finally spoke. His voice was cold, stripped of any warmth. "Scarlett, I need to speak to you. Alone."
"Hell no," Leon snapped, his head snapping up. His lip was still swollen from the fight. "Say whatever you want to say right here. You aren’t taking her anywhere."
Liam ignored him, finally turning his gaze toward . His green eyes were hard, full of a terrifying certainty. "You have to make your decision, Scarlett. It seems my brothers still haven’t grown out of their childish crushes on you, and it’s tearing this house apart."
He stepped closer. "You have to choose, Scarlett. Choose one of us. Now."
The way he spat the words made my heart skip a beat. He was so sure. He looked at with this possessive confidence, certain that I would choose him because we were mates—even though he hadn’t said the word out loud yet.
He had no idea that I felt that sa pull toward Leon. He had no idea that Leo’s scent made my wolf howl.
"Yes," Leo said, his voice quiet but firm as he stepped forward. "Choose. We can’t keep living like this."
"Choose," Leon echoed, his eyes burning into mine. "Pick the one you want, and the others will back off. Forever."
The three of them stood there, each looking so confident, so sure that they were the one I would pick.
"Oh, please! Shut up, all of you!" Lila snapped, standing up and shielding with her body. "None of you deserve her! Look at her! She fainted because you three were acting like animals in the library. You’re traumatizing her!"
Leon turned his dark glare toward his sister. "Lila, shut the fuck up. This doesn’t involve you."
I looked at their faces—the bruises, the arrogance, the desperate hunger. They wanted to choose? How could I choose when my soul felt like it had been ripped into three pieces and handed to each of them?
"I can’t," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"You have to," Liam growled. "Pick one, Scarlett. Who is it going to be?"
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