All Chapters of THE TRIPLET ALPHAS AND THEIR REJECTED MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Shannon’s POV The weight of the students’ judgment weighed down on me as I stood there in the aftermath of my stepbrothers’ intervention. But unable to withstand the scrutiny any longer, I clutched my burger and fries still wrapped in fast-food packaging, abandoning the untouched milkshake on the table. Bowing my head in shame, I walked across the cafeteria, feeling like a lone wanderer in a hostile territory. Their eyes burned into my back as I walked out. The interference of the brothers to claim me as their own and publicly, had only widened the gap between my status as a low life and them. Out in the corridors, I walked on ignoring whispers and judgmental glances. The lingering trace of humiliation clung to me like an invisible cloth. A peasant among wolves, a freak in their eyes – the names seemed endless, and I couldn’t escape the suffocating awareness of their hate towards me. As I reached the field outside, a quiet spot away from the prying eyes, I found solace on an isolat

Shannon’s POVAs I walked toward where I could get a cab, the sound of tires squealed behind me. The brothers’ SUV pulled up, and this time, Ricky was at the wheel. His voice sliced through the air as the car slowed up beside me. “Shannon, you’re supposed to be riding home with us, get in.”I turned my face away, increasing my pace, determined to distance myself from their oppressive presence.Cole’s mocking laughter resonated from inside the SUV. “Look at her, ignoring us. What a stubborn little wolf.”Jules chimed in, “You’d think she’d be grateful we’re even offering her a ride.”Ignoring their attempts to bait me, I muttered to myself, “I’d rather take a cab.”Ricky, who had slowed the car to match my steps, sighed with evident frustration. “Shannon, Dad instructed us to take you home. Just get in.”I shook my head, refusing to acknowledge their control over me. “I’m not interested. I’ll get a cab.”Cole’s voice turned taunting, “Oh, come on, Shannon. We won’t bite… much.”Jules

Shannon’s POVDays passed in a tense silence since Robin’s promise to find me a protector. The anticipation weighed heavily on my mind as I eagerly waited for a trace of hope to materialize in the form of someone to defend me. Meanwhile, the brothers would continue in their relentless torment.My days remained a dreaded routine. On our way to school, they seized the opportunity to get at me. Today was no exception as we stopped at a quiet park.As the car halted near a large tree, my heart sank. I knew what awaited me — motivated by Robin’s lashing at them and their resentment for me, they meant to unleash another wave of humiliation.“Look who we got here without Mommy or her protector to save her now, our favorite plaything,” Cole sneered, the anticipation of their cruel intentions clear in his eyes as they all stepped out of the car.My heart thudded at the sound of Cole’s voice. The park had tall trees lined at the edges beside the familiar path we took to school. In the breezy fi

Shannon’s POVA few hours later as I walked toward the cafeteria, the weight of the brothers’ angry gazes bore down on me. I could feel their resentment lingering like a cloud all day after they had witnessed my introduction to Brendan just like every other student.However, the prospect of joining Brendan and Leila for lunch stirred my spirits. The newfound friendship between us offered a relief from the brothers. For the first time in days, I had stopped worrying about them for a few hours.Yet, as I approached the cafeteria, the trio suddenly appeared in my front, circling me like just as always. The air thickened with tension as they began their onslaught.“Cute little bonding session with Brendan, huh?” Cole sneered, his tone laced with mockery.Ricky shot a disdainful glance. “You really think you can replace us with some outsider?”I stood my ground, determined to defy their attempts to control my life. “Brendan is kind to me, and he treats me well. Unlike you three.”Ricky, th

Shannon’s POVThe next day at school, I still wore the face of worry, and Leila sensed my distress and approached me. Concern drawn on her face, she asked, “Shannon, what’s going on? You seem really stressed.”I debated internally whether to confide in her, ultimately deciding to share a vague version of my struggles. “Family issues, you know? It’s complicated.”Leila offered a sympathetic smile. “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”“Yes, I know, my dearest friend.” I said, faking a smile.As the hours unfolded in school, Brendan, Leila, and I formed a resilient trio. Our friendship became an escape from all the chaos. Even as the brothers continued their psychological warfare, I did not fail to find moments of comfort with my new allies.Yet, the threat hung in the air. The brothers were relentless in their plans to break my spirit, and they went on to plan embarrassing incidents at school and at home. Brendan’s presence and Leila’s friendship became my anchors, but