Mated to The Triplet Stepbrothers Bullies

Liya's POV

"This tastes like shit!"

I jolted at the Alpha Wade's sudden thunderous voice that boomed, sending fear down my spine in the form of heavy shudders.

Throwing my eyes down to gawk at the floor while cowering by a corner, I noticed his dark gaze on me and it was every bit as distasteful as his tone depicted.

I had spent almost all evening in the kitchen, preparing dinner, rather than remaining in my room, resting from another detested day at school.

I wasn't sure if to feel extremely saddened by it or just ignore it. But I can be sure that right now, I can only lower my head and remain silent, even trying to breathe as lightly as possible. Once I make any sound, it will only bring about more dreadful consequences.

Without even lifting my head, I know that at this moment, my mother, just like me, is beside him, bowing her head. It was always like this, Alpha Wade'd say what he wanted to me and she wouldn't even move a muscle.

I figured she felt that doing all that would help her pretend like she wasn't witnessing anything, and that might help ebb the guilt.

And I also have to learn to face everything on my own, even if all efforts go in vain, to try not to let my heart shatter, and most importantly, to refrain from shedding tears.

"Get out of here!"

The roar sounded like my pardon. Without a second thought, I hurried out of the room, walking as fast as I could to my own room.

I gently closed the door and leaned against it, placing my hands on my chest, patting to soothe myself. It was only here that I dared to take deep breaths. 'It's okay, Liya. It will be over soon, just relax."

My life wasn't always this dreary, I was one the revered princess of Crimson lake pack, the daughter of the great Alpha Douglas.

But all that came to a harsh end on the night of my parent's anniversary.

(Flashback)

An attack was wedged by Alpha Wade and his triplet sons, and it took everyone by surprise.

My father died in battle, defending the one thing he loved and adored–his family.

I didn't play damsel in distress as per the wish of my father before he went out to fight, I had chosen to fight for my dying people and so had my mum.

I am Alpha's daughter, and it's impossible for me to be so weak that others would die for me while I survive!

But unlike fairy tales, bravery cannot conquer everything! I am just a girl who hasn't even acquired the traits of a wolf, not a match for seasoned soldiers.

Soon, I was knocked down, lying in a pool of blood.

At that moment, I had accepted my fate. At least, I would die in battle, a worthy Alpha heritress, making my father proud, right?

But the fate arranged by the Moon Goddess for me was far more tragic.

"Is she dead like this?" A young voice echoed above me, slightly shocked, as if mocking my weakness.

Another, deeper voice said, "Whether dead or alive, take her back. She's the best trophy."

Yet another, more frivolous voice chimed in, "Of course, a natural born whore."

Three voices, similar yet distinct. Soon, I realized they were the triplet Alphas.

They approached, and hands quickly reached for my neck to confirm my life or death.

What should I do? They were going to capture me!

Just then, an unexpected voice came from nearby, "MATE!"

It was that damned intruder Wade's voice!

His second chance here? But... we had already relocated all the female tribe members. Only my mother and I remained.

Could it be...

No! Impossible!

"Ah, no! Let me go!"I don't dare think about it, but soon I heard my mother scream.

My god, how could this happen?!

The bastard's voice came, "You three, take that girl with you, come back with me!"

"No! Let go of my Liya!" This was my mother's last attempt to protect me, but her command was useless. The triplets wouldn't see her as a stepmother, only hating her for replacing their mother, just like I hated their father!

But I had to swallow that hate, as I couldn't vent like them.

(Flashback Ends)

In this damn place, I was worse than a servant. Even my mother, she remained in eternal silence, ignoring all my pain.

I was worse than an orphan...

My room was my sole safe haven, a place where I could relax and let all the tension, anger and animosity roam free in the form of tears.

Stripping myself of my clothes, I grabbed my towel and headed into the shower, choosing to ignore my dreary reflection. I was incredibly pale with a few bruises and scars from all the bullying the triplets ensured I went through, both in school and at home.

My ginger hair was rough, lacking the shine it used to and my sea-green eyes were dull, having lost the vibrant edge they used to have.

I turned on the shower and stood under it for as long as I could with arms wrapped around my body, letting the sobs slip.

Only the four walls here understand my pain, only the warm water here can wash away my pain, my yearning for father.

"It's okay, Liya! We're leaving soon, very soon." I kept repeating this sentence, just like I did every day. But my tears were uncontrollable, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't understand why it had to be me! Why did the goddess punish me!

Long-forgotten fragile emotions invaded my mind and heart, causing me to lose track of time. I even didn't realize my hands had turned white and wrinkled from being soaked in water for too long.

It shouldn't matter, but here, everything I did was wrong. Even taking a longer bath was not allowed.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Hey! If you don't come out, we'll come in!" Harassing voices came from outside, it was Gunter, the second among the triplets.

Damn it! They were here again!

I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel, wiping my body dry. "No! Don't come in, I'll be out soon!"

As soon as I shouted, the youngest Ryder's loud laughter came from outside. "Bro, you really understand women!"

They always enjoyed teasing me, never getting tired of it.

Opening my bathroom door, even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt my heart stop for a terrifying second.

Their eyes landed on me, the mischief swimming in them triggered my fight or flight.

I made to dash back into the bathroom but a strong arm around my waist stopped me and flung me against the bed in the next second.

My towel unfastened from my body from the effect of the forceful collision with the bed and my hair sprawled all over my face.

I scared looked up and found all three of them grinning at me with their eyes darkening as they dragged their orbs down my almost naked body.

I made to completely cover myself with the loosened towel but Ryder had leaned down and caught my hands while Gunter slid the towel away from my body, leaving me completely exposed to them.

"Damn, I could go all night staring at this." The hoarse voice of Gunter as he leaned down to sniff my skin, had my body shuddering.

"So fucking sexy." Ryder's strained tone caught my attention as I saw him keel in front of me, trying to pry my legs open.

"NO!" I struggled a little, despising how his touch lit my body ablaze and I would rather die than give him the satisfaction of knowing his touch affected me.

However, my struggle was in vain. I looked at the eldest of the triplets, Hunter, leaning against the door. He didn't come in but watched us with a serious expression, as if he was observing a serious fight.

He was always like that, never absent but never involved. At first, I thought he was different, believed he would save me, but that only proved how naive I was.

"What, you want Hunter's cock?" Gunter grabbed my chin, turning my face towards him.

I shook my head slightly, not wanting anyone. But now, I didn't know what to do; I was afraid of angering them.

Ryder, on the other side, echoed and mocked, "You think highly of yourself. Why would Hunter let a whore like you touch him?"

"Don't worry. We can fulfill your desires." Gunter said, and with that, he spread his legs, kneeling above me. His gray eyes were filled with desire, attempting to undo his sweatpants.

In an instant, fear engulfed me!

Why was this happening again? I was so close to being free! My savior was still waiting for me! I've truly had enough!

"Ah!!" I screamed with all my might, hoping that someone would hear and save me! "Help! Mom! Save me!"

I desperately wished for my mother to appear in time and shield me. Even that bastard Wade showing up would be better!

But there was no one.

"Stop them! Hunter! PLEASE! I'm begging you!" There was no choice; I had to appeal to the man at the door.

However, my voice seemed nonexistent to him. He just raised his eyebrow as if my plea was unbelievable.

It was useless. No one would save me.

I should have known...

Liya's POV

Gunter, on the other hand, enjoyed my struggles and popped his thick cock out. I closed my eyes quickly, rubbing my thighs in an attempt to fight the arousal the image of his big fat cock, gifted me.

Ryder had fixed himself beside me, noticing how distracted I was by Gunter's cock, seized the opportunity to latch on my left mound.

I gasped, almost moaning at how electrifying his warm mouth was.

I had no idea when I had let my guard down till I felt my legs get hooked around Gunter's neck and his warm kisses drag down to my dampened core.

"Ah!!" I moaned, unable to grasp where exactly the electrifying jolt of pleasure was coming from.

Gunter swiped his tongue over my clit before saying, "Ryder, you see what I'm saying? She's a born whore."

Damn it! I was getting wet again! I really don't know how I'm getting comfortable with their touch! I'm even questioning myself!

He then invited Hunter, who was in the doorway, "Bro, sure you don't want a taste?"

The room was quiet for two seconds, and apparently Hunter refused.

This turned Ryder on even more, "I'll enjoy it first then."

His tongue teased my buds as he sucked, massaged and licked each breast while massaging the other. His skillful tongue and Ryder's wicked display on my core made me into a moaning mess.

I closed my eyes, unable to watch them any more, ashamed at how my body was giving in to them. It was always like this.

My body convulsed and my legs shook, my heart rate increasing as my back arched. I could feel my orgasm approaching and a scream was about to tear through my lips till both Gunter and Ryder abruptly stopped, raised their heads to get a glimpse of my deprived face and gradually moved away from me.

My body was on fire. They played with me till I could feel my orgasm, but never brought it to me.

I gasped when I felt Gunter's cum on spurt onto my face but he didn't seem the least bit bothered.

"That cum splattered on you really shows the slut you are." Gunter remarked with dimmed eyes on me.

"How does it feel to be our cum bucket? Virgin or not, there's no difference between you and a professional slut. Perhaps next time my brother's and I will get rid of your so-called virginity. it would be so much fun to watch you scream, unable to do anything else but enjoy having your innocence stripped from you." Ryder flashed me a promising grin.

"Stop! I don't want to fuck a WHORE!" Gunter scoffed, letting his disgust show.

Hunter, who was standing in the doorway, then stood up straight and ordered them, "Alright, come out."

Gunter grabbed my legs and slid me down the bed, I gasped at the suddenness of his actions and winced when I felt his strong grip on my chin force my eyes to meet his, "tell anyone about this and you'll FUCKING regret it."

After that they left and I was like a used condom thrown in the trash, lay in deafening silence while the tears slipped.

***

The next morning.

Pah-

I sprang awake at the icy coldness of the water that met my body, dampening my bed.

"Ah!" I suddenly woke from a dream, looking up to find Ryder glaring at me, his gray eyes betraying no emotion.

"Breakfast won't make itself, bitch."

I immediately jerked out of bed, ignoring his presence as I scrambled to pick out my things while cursing at myself for choosing today of all days to wake up late. I had a chemistry exam due today!

Seeing me frantically preparing, Ryder thought I was repenting for breakfast, so he left my room satisfied. I quickly jumped into the bathroom, taking the quickest shower of my life. I ran out and immediately got dressed, damning to hell my wet hair as I pulled it into a lousy braid.

I rushed out of my room with my backpack sling over my bag and tossed it on the kitchen counter. We only had one chef and he came only in the afternoons every school day, as per the orders of the triplets, and this was also one of their ways of making fun of me.

I prepared fried bacon and scrambled eggs as fast as I could, set up the dining table with speedy hands and legs, served the food and went ahead to squeeze out fresh orange juice for them, all the while hoping that I still had enough minutes to spare.

Gunter was the first to trudge down the stairs, followed closely behind by his clones. They took their seats round the table, not bothering to wait for the alpha and my mother to arrive before digging in.

"What the hell is this?"

My ears perked up at Ryder's irritated tone and before I could comprehend the reason for his words, hot bacon slapped my right cheek, making me hiss in pain at the burn.

His eyes bore a hole into my head, "Are you so stupid that you can't remember this? I DO NOT like mine crispy."

"Sorry, I'll remember next time," I said.

There will never be a next time, I thought to myself.

But today, I didn't want any confrontation with them. Every second was crucial, and I had other important matters on my mind.

Seeing that I apologized and didn't resist, Ryder stood up and left.

After everyone was gone, I retrieved an ointment from the first aid kit and applied it to my bruised cheek.

Sniffling, I forced the tears away and skedaddled out of the house.

I drew in a deep breath and began running as fast as I could. I was going to endure everything today, I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of my tears, I was stronger than this.

Just one more day and I'd be far away from here!

Liya's POV

School

Ding-Ding-

I could hear the glory bells setting off in my ears as I had rushed into the classroom. I was a sweating, panting mess but I didn't care, I was just glad I made it just in time.

I wished I had not rushed in so blindly because I had ended up colliding with Connor.

His icy blue orbs that had once lit up in excitement at seeing me, almost immediately darkened when I noticed Tiffany slithering around him while twirling her brunette locks between her fingers.

My eye twitched at the mere sight of Tiffany and I was just seconds away from sneezing at her obnoxious perfume. I had no idea why she loved such heavy perfume but I definitely knew it was more irritating than disgusting.

"Damn it!" I heard Connor mutter a curse word underneath his breath before taking a step away from me.

He was the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack that had allied with Wade's pack and a heartthrob for many girls. His beach blond hair that had wavy tendrils graze his forehead and icy blue eyes, along with a defined jawline was worth swooning over.

Sadly, he belonged to me and it was a secret that has existed between the both of us for about a year.

"Connor. you certainly don't want this filth rubbing off on you, do you? You don't want to be the guardian angel of this slut, do you?" Her sultry voice purred as she slid her finger down his chest.

Oh how ironic coming from a very famous slut! Talk about hypocrisy at its peak.

My eyes twitched yet again at the sight and so did Connor's. He was a germaphobe, who was extremely cautious of how he was touched, but apparently Tiffany wasn't getting the message and it was irritating me.

"Hey, hey, hey. looky what we have here."

My blood froze when I heard approaching steps accompany that awfully familiar baritone. I didn't need to look up to know it was them.

They towered over me before moving towards Connor, "what's in your arms, Connor?"

Connor arched a brow at them, "do I look like I'm hugging her? I don't like getting myself stained with dirt and you know that."

I peeked at them through my lashes, battling the heartbreak I was currently experiencing. I hadn't expected Connor to say that and it definitely stabbed my heart to see no iota of care no regret etched on his features.

"It doesn't look like it." Gunter sneered, eyeing me like I was garbage drenched in mud.

Connor didn't need them to say more.

The triplets were known to be very domineering, intimidating and dominating. Their father's hierarchy only added to their ego. so going against them was never a good decision.

Especially Connor, his father and the triplets' father are allies on the surface, but in reality, he is constantly suppressed. He cannot afford to offend the triplets, as it would bring catastrophic consequences to his pack. I know it, I understand it, although it really pains me.

Afraid of putting Connor in a difficult position, I immediately signaled him with my eyes to quickly push me away.

Casting a cold gaze down at me, Connor shoved me as hard as he could and I whimpered in pain when I stumbled backwards and my head collided with the wall behind me, making my head spin.

I was yet to recover from the effect of the collision when the teacher walked into the classroom, making everyone shuffle towards their seat.

The teacher arched a brow at the sight of me crawling towards my seat that was on the second row, because I couldn't stand up.

"Liya, if you're sick, just go home and never come to school again," the teacher threatened me with a cold tone.

The classmates in the classroom echoed, "Yeah! People like her shouldn't be in our class!"

I endured the pain, biting my lip to hold back the tears. No one helped me, so I stood up on my own and returned to my seat.

I turned when I felt a tap on my shoulder, sniffling at the raven-haired girl that passed me a piece of paper with a blank look on her face.

I collected it and gently began unfolding it with shaky hands, wondering what new insult it contained.

But my eyes widened in confusion when I saw Connor's neat writing.

[ I'm really sorry, I had to do it. Please don't remain mad at me and meet me behind the cafeteria after school, I have somewhere I want to take you tonight. I love you. ]

The corners of my lips lifted slightly. Of course, I knew he loved me. I never blamed him; the ones at fault were those three bastards!

Ding-Ding

Soon, in my anxious anticipation, the school bell rang, echoing through the vast space.

"Times up." The Teacher's stern tone had everyone groaning, with the exception of myself. I had finished a few minutes earlier.

The teacher began going around, collecting the scripts and when he got to my turn, I handed it to him, grabbed my bag and walked away as fast as I could, eager to get away from the gazes that bore into the back of my head.

I scurried down to the back of the cafeteria, wedging myself in the little space Connor and I used to hang out in school.

After a few minutes, he appeared with a guilty look on his face and immediately threw me into his arms, apologizing over and over to me, "I'm sorry, baby! I still can't protect you!"

His hoodie muffled my cries and his warmth offered me great comfort.

"Let's go, baby." He kissed my forehead and led me into his car.

Silence dominated the car as we drove.

I had my head leaned against the window, letting the breeze run through my hair, enjoying the soft music playing through the radio. I caught sight of trees lined up, the familiar smell of ocean breeze wafting through my nose.

Connor parked in a empty space and got out of the car. He jerked my car door open and I quietly slipped out. He pulled me into his arms, planting a kiss on my head as he led me towards a burger stand. We ordered two burgers and moved towards another stand to order two chocolate milk smoothies.

He took my hand in his and led me closer to the waters,and I could tell he was struggling to find the right words to say.

I detached my hand from his and lowered myself onto the wet sand with a sigh.

Connor sat beside me, tilting my head to lean on his chest. I had no idea when I let a tear slide down my cheeks, "I hate them so much, I just want to get away from here. I can't stand them."

Connor sighed and leaned into me, "I'm more with them than you are, and their fuck buddy, that fucking Tiffany. I envision myself wringing their fucking necks."

I shook my head negatively at him because I could feel his rage bubbling to the surface, "No, Don't do that. I just want to leave this shitty land. Take me away, honey."

Not long ago, Connor told me that he wanted to leave with me. He expressed his exhaustion at having to fake his actions just to maintain a position of power. We both decided to leave tomorrow evening.

"Of course, my dear. I haven't forgotten our vows. Everything is ready! We're about to start a new life!" His commitment instantly reassured my heart.

I smiled and nodded, making the same promise, "Uh-huh! Let's go start a new life!"