All Chapters of Mated to Triplet Alphas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My boyfriend Jimmy and my stepmother Amy were absent from my father's funeral. Amy I had at least seen arrive, but she hadn’t come inside yet.Where did they go?I struggled to open up my swollen eyes, staring at the mobile phone that kept sending busy signals, wondering why they didn't answer my calls.I was so worried that something might happen to Jimmy on the way that I could hardly breathe, I had to tug at the collar of my black coat and take a few deep breaths.Looking at my father's cold and stiff body surrounded by flowers, I shed tears and hoped that he would arrive as soon as possible. Even if my relationship with Amy wasn’t great, I still wanted her here too.I couldn't lose any more people. I needed them badly right now.Jimmy promised to marry me when I came of age, and my stepmother Amy promised to be our witness. I was so thankful that I could have a home again after losing my father.I was grateful that my father's former colleagues came together to honor him. They offe

King Alpha moved closer until he was standing directly in front of me. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, and an emotionless mask covered his face."I think you'd better come home with us, Beryl," he said slowly. "If you are obedient, I will give you your father's property when you graduate."Before I could answer, Amy rushed out of the house with a suitcase. It looked like she was here to pack her bags. She was going to move in with Jimmy? I doubted it, considering they were slapping each other in the parking lot not too long ago."Of course, we'll go with you," Amy simpered to Armand, her long acrylic nails grazing his bicep. "It's very kind of you to offer to take care of us.""I thought you had left," he said coldly, not returning her gaze.She pouted, her heavily made-up face contorted into a mask of sorrow. Her lower lip quivered dramatically. "That's not true. I loved Edmund. We loved each other." Her voice became sharp and insistent."But Jimmy! He blackmailed me! He man

I was sprawled out on the tile floor of my bathroom, desperately trying to cover myself with a damp towel. My cheeks burned as they entered without my permission, and I frantically tried to scramble back onto my feet. But the floor was slippery, and my flailing legs sent me tumbling back down again.A cold sweat ran down my spine as the towel slid from my grasp, leaving me completely exposed. I tried to cover my body with my long, curly rose gold hair, but to no avail. The strands were soaked and stuck to my naked body in clumps.I was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything else but look up in horror at the three figures standing before me.I looked up in shame to see all three of them—Cheney, Nicholas, and Brian all staring at me—their eyes devouring every inch of my uncovered flesh. Cheney's chest rose and fell faster than usual as his gaze swept over all of my bare skin and settled quickly on my face. A smirk played on his lips when he finally met my eyes."Fuck," Cheney drawled menac

The impact of my words seemed to reverberate throughout the room, silencing any response from them. It was clear they weren't used to being spoken to in such a way, but if they wanted me as their mate, then that would need to change.I wasn't some doormat for them to walk all over. If they believed I was their mate—if they wanted to make me their mate—they would need to learn. My body tensed and I pulled the towel tighter around me, a reminder of why I deserved respect."You broke into my bedroom while I was bathing. You touched me without my permission. You destroyed my room!" I said through clenched teeth, gesturing to the surrounding chaos, my voice rising with every sentence. "You obviously want something, so let's hear it."They stared at me, momentarily speechless, before disbelief and irritation clouded their faces. Nicholas recovered first, his features icy. He stepped forward, towering over me. “You’re singing stupid songs? You’re bothering us,” he accused harshly. “We require

I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow over my head, but the walls were too thin to muffle the moans. Lucky for me the sounds on the right were echoed on the left."Oh, Cheney! Fuck me, please baby."I heard Cheney's voice, low and rumbling with want, followed by another plea for him to fuck her. It was echoed on the other side.I wanted to close my ears against it, to block out the sound of them together, but all I could do was lay there and feel a deep ache in my heart. Why was it even bothering me?“Oh, god—that feels amazing!” one of them shouted.My heart raced as I felt every thrust, every moan and sigh reverberating off the walls like a ghostly orchestra playing a symphony of sorrow and regret. An intimate duet sung in the dark, one I had no part in.One I wanted no part in.The green glow of the digital clock on my bedside table illuminated the bedroom—it was almost midnight. Hadn't they said the rule was no sound after eight?My knuckles turned white as I gripped the cool