Todos os capítulos de The Alpha Triplets’ Scorned Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kira’s POV
I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself to keep walking. If I pretended not to hear him, maybe he’d leave me alone. Maybe he’d go back to that lady and forget I had ever been there.
But I knew better.
His firm hand caught my wrist, yanking me back so fast I gasped. My body collided with his, and suddenly, I was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. The scent of sweat, sex, and something distinctly him filled my senses, making my head spin.
I refused to look up.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Running away, little thief?” His voice was a murmur, but there was something dangerous underneath it, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I gritted my teeth. “I wasn’t running. I was leaving.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix of amusement and something else—something hungry. “Leaving?” He leaned in, his lips just beside my ear. “Then why were you watching?”
My entire body stiffened. “I wasn’t.”
He laughed softly. “Liar.”
His fingers brushed my jaw, forci

Dane's POV 
“What are you thinking about?” Lola, one of my sex buddies who was wrapped in my arms, asked. We had just had sex a few moments ago, but my mind wasn’t at rest. Tomorrow was Kira’s birthday; she would officially be eighteen, which meant she would be aware that I am her mate—a bond that was a curse. How could I be mated to a woman whose parents were responsible for the death of my mother and my little sister in her womb?
Years after turning eighteen, I realized she was my mate, but I kept it away from everyone, even from my brothers. It was a shame, a big disgrace, to be mated to Kira, mated to a traitor’s daughter. I wondered what games the Moon Goddess was playing. How could she be so cruel to me?
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled away from Lola’s warm, eager body. She whined in protest, trying to pull me back, but I was already on my feet, reaching for my pants.
“Dane,” she huffed, sitting up, the sheets pooling around her bare body. “You haven’t

Kira’s POV 
“Mate,” my wolf howled again.
My heart stuttered, then raced as her words sank in. Could it be? Was my mate here, in the pack house?
The thought sent a rush of excitement through me as my wolf urged me to go check, but I didn’t want to go in my wolf form. So I shifted back into my human form, and this time, the pain wasn’t as unbearable. I quickly went to my closet, searching for a dress, as the one I wore had been torn during my shifting. I picked the first dress my hand touched and got dressed. 
Taking one last glance at my reflection, I stepped out of my room, following the intoxicating scent that was pulling me forward.
The scent was leading me toward the garden. My heart pounded in sync with my wolf’s excitement. Could it be that one of the guards was my mate? The closer I got, the stronger the scent became.
The mansion was quiet as everyone had retired to sleep. It was past 12 a.m.
As I stepped into the garden, my breath hitched. The air was thick with crisp pine

Kira's POV 
“Mate!”
My wolf howled, her reaction identical to the way she had responded to Darius and Damien.
My eyes widened, but I didn’t get the chance to process what was happening before my wolf took control, forcing my feet forward. I moved instinctively, drawn by the intoxicating scent that sent a thousand questions buzzing in my mind.
What was happening?
Another mate?
Is this some kind of joke?
Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me?
And who is this…
The thought was cut short as I stopped in front of the library door. The scent was stronger here. Whoever my mate was… he was inside.
Swallowing hard, I reached for the doorknob. My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
And then, the moment my eyes landed on him, it felt like my soul left my body.
Seated on the couch, a book resting casually in his hand, was Dane.
The last of the triplets.
My breath hitched. My heart pounded. My mind spun.
I was mated to the triplets. All three of them.
“Mate," my wo

Kira’s POV 
With trembling limbs, I pushed myself off the bed. I had been unwell since the early hours of the morning, and now it was getting worse. But I knew this wasn’t an illness—this was the weight of rejection, the crushing reality that I was mated to three men who despised me. The thought alone shattered my already fragile mental state and weakened my wolf.
I had nearly collapsed in the kitchen this morning, forcing the butler to insist I return to my room. Since then, I had curled up in bed, drowning in sickness and pain—until he suddenly barged in.
Sighing heavily, I moved toward my small wardrobe, pulling out the first dress my fingers touched. Not that I had much to choose from. My wardrobe held only a few things—the servants’ uniform and four worn-out dresses. That was all. That was all I owned.
The mansion staff received generous monthly salaries, but me? I was never paid. Because I wasn’t a worker—I was a slave. An omega. Paying for the sins I knew, deep down, my par