Claimed By The Three Alpha Princes

Barbara's PovThe students clustered together in circles too tight for a newcomer to enter, their eyes dark and quick as they darted over me.It was as though they could see down into the panicked fluttering of my heart. To me, it seemed that they all looked alike, not in any obvious way but in their shared perfection.Every girl’s hair shone, whether worn down in a cascade past her shoulders or tied back in a prim, sleek bun. Every guy looked self-assured and strong.Everybody wore the uniform, with the sweaters and skirts and blazers and trousers in all the acceptable variations: gray, red, plaid, black. The SilverMoon crest marked them all, and they wore the symbol as though they owned it. Confidence radiated from them, and superiority, and disdain. I could feel the heat leaching from me as I stood on the outskirts of the room, shifting from foot to foot. Nobody said hello.The murmuring welled up again within an instant. Apparently gawky new girls weren’t worth more than a few mom

Barbara's Pov Tristan's grip tightened around my throat but not enough to choke me, just enough to remind me he could.The cold brick wall pressed against my back as his gray eyes burned into me. Up close, they were even more terrifying like storm clouds about to break.“Barbara BlueMoon,” he repeated slowly.Who the hell is Barbara BlueMoon? My name is Barbara Wilson.Before I could correct him, Geoffrey barked out a laugh. “Well, that's interesting.”Jeremiah leaned casually against the wall beside us, his golden hair shining under the sunlight. Unlike Tristan, his expression was rather than murderous. “Looks like our brother finally lost it,” Jeremiah said lazily. “Her name's not BlueMoon, Tristan.”Tristan didn't even glance at him. His eyes never left mine. Something strange flickered across his face. Confusion? Anger? Recognition? I couldn't tell.“You smell different,” he murmured.My heart slammed violently in my chest.I smell different. Of course, he could tell. He was a w

Barbara’s POVBy the time I finished the last question, my fingers ached. It was not just from writing, it was from everything.From sitting too still for too long, from thinking too hard, from pretending I wasn’t aware of him moving around the room like I wasn’t there and yet somehow always there.I set the pen down slowly, staring at the final line of his assignment.I was finally done. A quiet breath slipped out of me, heavier than I expected and for a second, I just sat there, shoulders slightly slumped, eyes unfocused.I didn’t realize how tense I had been until that moment until it was over.“Well? Are you going to sleep all day or leave?”His voice cut through the silence. I stiffened instantly. Of course he was watching, even though he acted like he wasn’t but I knew he was.I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze. Tristan was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.“I am done with it.” I said softly.He pushed himself off the wall and walked to

Barbara’s POVBy the time Lily and I stepped out of the dorm building, the morning felt… off.It was not quiet, not calm. It felt very wrong like something was waiting.I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, trying to ignore the lingering unease sitting heavily in my chest. That strange pull from earlier hadn’t gone away. If anything, it felt stronger now.More… aware and more present.“You’re zoning out again,” Lily said beside me, nudging my arm lightly.I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. “I’m not.”“You are,” she replied flatly. “You’ve been doing that all morning.”I forced a small shrug. “Maybe I just didn’t sleep well.”“Maybe,” she said, clearly not convinced.We walked in silence for a moment, the sound of other students filling the air around us. They were people laughing, having conversations and just doing the basic normal activities of the day.But it all felt so distant like I was watching it from outside.“Barbara.” Lily asked.I glanced at her. “What?”S

Barbara’s POV The silence in the classroom stretched longer than it should have. It wasn’t just quiet, it was deliberate and heavy like he was letting it sink in. I hated it with each passing second of time, desperately waiting for him to let me go. This was basic torture no one deserves. Maybe it’s a crime to be a human afterall? And to make it worse, I’m mated to three of the most powerful Alphas in the pack. Such a nightmare. I stared down at the notebook in front of me, my fingers still resting on the pages, but my mind was no longer on the words. It was on him, on everything that had just happened. This wasn’t the assignment I did. This wasn’t even his. So why the hell would he drag me just for it to be a lie? “You figured it out. That’s very clever of you.” He finally said something after minutes of awkward silence and stares. His voice cut through my thoughts. Unlike what I expected, his response was calm. Too calm. I slowly lifted my head trying to make eye cont