The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate-Chapter 26: Out Of Control
Leo’s POV
I didn’t want to stop. Every fiber of my being, every drop of my Alpha blood, was screaming for me to tear Silas’s throat out. My wolf, internalizing a rage I hadn’t felt in years, was urging me to finish the job.
But as my father’s command rang out, a cold splash of reality hit me. If I acted a second longer, if I let my wolf take over, the people gathered at the shed would notice. They would see that this wasn’t about me disciplining a warrior. They would see it wasn’t normal. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
I slowly released my grip, and Silas’s limp, bloodied body slumped to the floor like a sack of stones.
"Leo? What is this?"
I turned my head slightly to see Leon and Liam appearing behind my father. They looked completely blindsided, their eyes darting from the bloodied warrior on the floor to Scarlett trembling against the wall. Their gazes locked onto the dark, blossoming bruise on Scarlett’s face, and I felt the air in the shed grow heavy with their sudden, suppressed fury.
Yes, we hated her. We had spent the last two years making sure she knew exactly how much we hated her. But seeing her like that—injured and bleeding at the hands of a warrior—was something entirely different.
During the one year we spent here before leaving for the Alpha Academy, we had made it clear: Scarlett belonged to us. We might have tormented her, but we never hit her, and we certainly never allowed anyone else to lay a finger on her. It was an unspoken law. But looking at her now, it was painfully obvious that while we were away for a year, the "law" had been forgotten. The staff had grown bold. They had treated her like common trash because they thought we didn’t care.
Liam’s jaw was clenched so tight I could hear the bone grind, and Leon’s eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. The triple-bond between us was vibrating with a chaotic, protective hum that we all tried desperately to mask.
"Leo. Follow me. Now," Father said, his voice full of anger. He didn’t look at Scarlett, and he didn’t look at the mess on the floor. He just turned on his heel and walked toward the pack house.
I frowned, the heat in my chest refusing to dissipate. I cast one last look at Scarlett. She looked so small, so fragile, yet her eyes were wide with a terror that made my wolf howl in shame. I wanted to reach out, to demand why she hadn’t fought harder, or perhaps to tell her she was safe—but I couldn’t.
I straightened my tunic, wiped the blood from my knuckles, and followed my father, leaving Liam and Leon standing in the shed.
We entered his private study. He didn’t head for his desk; instead, he paced the length of the room before spinning around to face me. His eyes were hard, the weight of his Alpha aura filling the space.
"Sit," he commanded.
I didn’t sit.
I stood my ground, my jaw tight.
"What was the meaning of that display, Leo? You were behaving like a feral rogue, not a future Alpha."
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "I was teaching him a lesson, Father. He thought he could put his hands on a girl. I made sure he understood he couldn’t."
Father watched me for a long moment, his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to read the thoughts I was fighting to bury.
He finally nodded, though his expression remained stern.
"A lesson was warranted, yes. But you could have assigned him a punishment. You could have asked someone else to handle it. You shouldn’t have done it yourself, Leo."
His voice hardened.
"You lost control. If I hadn’t arrived when I did, you would have killed him."
That was exactly what I wanted.
I wanted to feel his bones snap.
I wanted to hear his last breath for daring to touch what was mine.
Father sighed, the anger in his face softening into a weary concern. "You are going to be Alpha three days from now. The weight of this entire pack will be on your shoulders, and that includes the responsibility of justice. You have to learn how to control your temper, especially when it comes to the staff. You cannot let a servant’s squabble turn you into a murderer."
"I understand," I muttered, though the word felt like a lie. How could I control a temper that was fueled by a soul-deep bond he knew nothing about?
He looked at me then, his gaze lingering on my bloodied knuckles. For a second, he looked like he wanted to say something else—perhaps ask why the daughter of traitors suddenly mattered enough to trigger a bloodlust he hadn’t seen in me since I was a child.
But before he could speak, the door creaked open and Father Levi walked in, his face full of worry. The two Alphas exchanged a look that told me I was no longer the priority.
"Leave us, Leo," my father said quietly.
I didn’t wait to be told twice. I walked out of the room, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The hallway was silent, but my mind was a mess.
I had lost control, and I knew the pack members who witnessed it would be whispering by now. Worse, I knew Liam and Leon. They weren’t fools; they had to be suspecting something. I didn’t know how to face them without the truth slipping through my mask.
I made my way to my quarters, my knuckles still throbbing with a dull ache that reminded me of the way Silas’s face had felt under my fists. I pushed open my door, needing the solitude to get my head straight.
But the room wasn’t empty.
Liam was standing by the window, his back to me.
