Scarlett's POV
The bluntness of the question made my blood run cold. I thought of Ethan's hands on me, then I thought of the way he had just called me a thing he'd paid for. My stomach turned.
"It's none of your business," I spat, my voice shaking with anger and exhaustion.
Leon's expression shifted in an instant. The sluggishness vanished, replaced by a flash of raw, Alpha rage. He lunged forward, his hand snapping around my arm with a grip like iron.
"You are my mate!" he roared, pulling me toward him until I was forced to stand, my face inches from his. "My mate, Scarlett! Do you have any idea what it's like to feel another man's touch on the woman tied to your soul?"
Before I could breathe, he crashed his lips against mine. It wasn't a kiss; it was a collision. It tasted like beer, desperation, and a possessiveness that made me feel like I was drowning. There was no tenderness, no love—just the crushing weight of another triplet trying to claim a piece of me.
