All Chapters of Bullied By My Alpha Triplets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selena's pov.The wind was colder in Blackwood than I remembered. Or maybe it was just me.I stepped through the main gates with two guards flanking me.Their presence wasn’t gentle.It was a reminder—don’t try anything, don’t run, don’t speak unless spoken to. I kept my hands at my sides and my eyes down. I didn’t want to see the faces around me. I already knew what they looked like. Anger. Fear. Disgust.Some still remembered me as one of them. Some only saw a traitor.I didn’t blame them.The moment I returned to Blackwood, the whispers started.“Why is she back?” “She should be locked up.”“She’s working for him.”I heard them all. Each word was another knife, but I let them cut. I deserved it. Every last wound.Ivy hadn’t said a word to me.Not when we escaped the Hollow.Not when she woke up screaming from the nightmares.Not when she saw me standing outside her door, hoping for a chance to explain.She walked past me like I didn’t exist. And honestly, maybe I didn’t anymore.

Alpha Blackwood's POV.Everything is changing.Faster than I ever imagined.The wind smells different. The ground feels less steady beneath my boots. Wolves whisper behind closed doors. And when I walk through the heart of Blackwood, I feel eyes on me—not just with respect. With doubt.They’re wondering if I still deserve this crown.I never asked to be Alpha for glory. I was born into it. Trained for it. Raised to put duty above all else. The pack was my purpose. My law. My family.But now, even that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers.I stand at the window of my office, watching the training fields below. Young wolves spar with dull blades and tired eyes. Their rhythm is off. Their trust shaken.We’ve lost something.Not just strength. Unity.I thought I had time to fix things. I thought tradition would hold us steady. But Magnus has returned, and the old rules no longer work. I feel it in every council meeting, every message from the border, every plea from the families wh

Kieran’s pov.I’ve always been the quiet one. The one who stays in the shadows, watching, listening, never drawing attention to myself. The Blackwood pack has always been my duty, my life, my purpose. My loyalty is without question. I was trained to follow orders, never to deviate, never to break ranks. My place was clear: protector, strategist, enforcer. I did my job, and I did it well. The rules were simple, and I stuck to them.But lately, those rules feel… different. They feel like chains, constricting around me, tighter with each passing day. It’s Ivy. Ivy Gray.At first, she was just another suspect, another name to watch. A threat, perhaps, or a pawn in a game much larger than any of us understood. My job was to protect the pack from her. To make sure she didn’t become a liability. But somewhere along the way, things shifted. I don’t even know when it happened, but it did.I no longer see her as just a charge. No longer just someone to guard with my eyes, to monitor and report.

Ivy's Pov.The moment his eyes met mine across the court, I knew he was watching again. He always did. Quietly. From the shadows. I used to think it was annoying—paranoid, even—but now, it feels different. It feels like something deeper is hiding behind those guarded stares. Something even he doesn’t want to admit.I pretended not to notice him and kept moving, trying to stay focused on the task in front of me. There were still bruises on my wrists from yesterday’s training session with Victor. He didn’t hold back—not that I wanted him to. I needed the pain. It reminded me I was still here, still fighting. Still proving myself.This pack didn’t want me here.Not really.To them, I was still the outsider. The daughter of a man they all hated. The bloodline they feared might ruin everything. They didn’t say it outright. Most of them didn’t need to. Their glares, their whispered conversations, the way they stepped aside like my skin carried a disease—it all said enough.And yet, I wasn’t

Elias’s POVI’ve always been the other one.Not Ronan, the Alpha’s favorite. Not Kiernan, the stoic shadow with all the answers. Me? I was the one who slipped through the cracks. The one people laughed with but never looked to. I kept things light. I joked. I acted like nothing ever touched me.Truth is, everything touches me. And when it does, it goes deep.Like Ivy Gray.The first time I saw her, I thought she was just another mess waiting to happen. A stranger with haunted eyes and secrets that didn’t belong in our territory. I watched her with suspicion, with doubt. Hell, I probably said things I shouldn’t have, made her feel smaller than she already did.I didn’t see her. Not really.But I do now.And I hate myself for not seeing her sooner.She walks through the court like someone who’s been through war and still chooses to keep fighting. She doesn’t flinch at the way people look at her. Doesn’t bend under the weight of their judgment. There’s a fire in her now—burning hotter ea