Scarlett's POV
The packhouse was buzzing with activity. Maids, servants, and staff moved around quickly, preparing for the coronation happening tomorrow morning. From the balcony, I watched them rush back and forth, arranging everything. Tomorrow… The triplets would officially become Alphas.
A small, bittersweet smile touched my lips.
We used to dream about this day.
Not just them… me too.
I remembered how they used to argue about which of them I would end up with—who I would choose, who I would belong to. I even joked once that they could share me.
But they all refused.
Strongly.
They could never accept it.
I didn't mind sharing them… but they never wanted that.
Not even once.
A soft sigh left my lips. Those were the good old days… Before everything became complicated… before I became nothing.
The room suddenly felt too small. Too heavy. I couldn't breathe.
So I decided to take a walk just for a little while. Everyone was busy anyway. No one would notice.
