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ALYSSA’S POV

The next day, I woke up feeling sore and exhausted. The whole night was a lot to take in, but I still had a good time, and was happy that I was able to please them to their satisfaction. The only reason they could have come to my room last night was because Ingrid wasn’t able to satisfy them the way they wanted.

I slowly stepped out of the bed and sluggishly dragged my feet to the bathroom to have a bath. After washing myself up, I rubbed myself clean and dry, then put on an outfit. But just immediately I was done, I heard a knock on the door.

“Who is at the door?” I inquired while staring at the door.

“I’m Anita.” She responded and walked into my room. “The Alphas have asked for your attention and they are in the living room.” She informed me, and I nodded my head.

“Oh, I see. I’ll be downstairs.” I said to her, and with a slight smile, she left my room.

It wasn’t that bad, living in the palace. Even the maids didn’t still have little respect for me, and I had not seen anything that made my heart hurt. I looked at myself in the mirror, and although, I wasn’t happy with the scar on my face, but hopefully, one day, the triplets would see beyond that.

I recalled their warning, so I ensured that my fringe and some part of my side hair covered it up to avoid anger from the triplets.

I walked out of my room with my head lowered a little, and headed downstairs to where the boys were, in the living room. But the first pain I got was when I saw Ingrid in their midst. They were playing with her hair and also laughing with her.

“Hey, you’re here. Get something cooking for us in the kitchen.” Reece ordered me.

I was kind of baffled why he would ask me to make them breakfast because they had maids in charge of that before, but I recalled my promise to them and didn’t say a word.

“Why are you guys telling her to make your breakfast when there are better maids?” Ingrid asked them, looking really displeased with the fact that they asked me to cook for them.

I shook my head a little, unhappy with her attitude. She ought to at least be grateful that she wasn’t the one being treated like a maid, but what can I say? It’s her life.

“Nah. You don’t have to worry about it. We’ll like to taste her cooking skills.” Ryan said, and I saw Ingrid’s dissatisfaction on her face.

Well, I was good in cooking, so it was understandable that she would be a little insecure. Thinking of that, my heart brightened up, and I felt hopeful. Once the boys know how good I am in cooking, they might begin to see beyond my looks and omega status.

I headed to the kitchen and began to use some ingredients to prepare some food.

“Next time, you should go out to the garden to get some veggies rather than using one which another person went through stress to get.” A maid said to me with her arms folded.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that.” I apologized even though I felt the bad vibes she was giving me.

~

I spent about an hour and half in the kitchen and when I was done, I served the triplets their food with a bright smile. I cleaned the sweat beads which were trickling from my forehead to my chin, and stood, waiting to see them taste the food.

“Hmmm. Smells nice.” Reece uttered, then brought out a small bottle of thick brown liquid and poured it into the different plates of food. “But definitely tastes bad.” He said with a mocking smile.

“What are you doing?” I gasped in shock.

But Ingrid and the boys laughed.

“Goodness. So, you had a plan.” Ingrid said, laughing hard.

My heart was smashed into pieces and tears filled my eyes up, threatening to fall.

“This is unfair.” I said in a low tone, and tears streamed down my eyes.

“What the hell did you just say?” Ryan questioned me with a darting look that I dared not confront.

Then he threw the food off the table and the plates broke and food was scattered on the ground.

“Clean it up, bitch.” Ryan ordered me, and I sniffled, holding in my sobs.

I bent down and began to pack up the food and broken plates, trying my best not to cry out like a child. I had spent an amount of time, preparing the food with the best of intentions, enduring the heat and even the pain of the little cuts I had from the knife, and this was all that I could get.

Ingrid looked the happiest. Sometimes, I wondered why she hated me so much when she was the one meant to love me most after mother died. I packed everything up, and went out to throw them out in the trash. By the time I got back to the living room, they were no longer there.

I sniffled again and went back to my room. On getting to my room, I jumped on my bed and cried my eyes out. The mockery and mistreatment I got first thing in the morning after they had slept with me the other night, was painful and saddening.

“Will they never be satisfied with anything I do for them?” I spoke and stuttered as I cried out my eyes.

Then a knock came on my door, and I cleaned my tears again with my bed cover, then glanced towards the door only to see Anita poking her head in.

“Can I come in?” She asked politely.

So far, she seemed to be the only one who has been nice to me, regardless of how I looked or how I was treated.

“Yes please.” I urged and dragged my butt down to the side of the bed and had my seat.

Anita walked in and placed a tray containing bandage, ointment and little scissors.

“Is anyone wounded?” I asked, out of curiosity, wondering if I still had to nurse the boys’ wounds.

“Yes. You.”

“Me?” I repeated in bafflement.

Then she held my hand and that’s when I realized that I was bleeding a little.

“I noticed you had knife cuts in the kitchen and then the sharp broken plates cut you again while you were trying to pick them up.” She explained to me as she poured the ointment on it which made me wince in pain. “Hold still, please.” She urged, then began to blow on my fingers.

I felt grateful and a little happy because she showed care just like my mother would.

“Thanks.” I appreciated her while she made tiny wraps around my bruised fingers.

“You’re welcome. By the way, how did you find yourself here?” She asked and held on to the tray.

“Actually, I’m Beta Rhodes’ first daughter, but I wasn’t worthy enough to become the next Luna, so my younger twin was chosen. But the boys saw me and we realized we were mates, so they decided to take me in as their slave. That was their way of showing me mercy after pleading for them not to reject me.” I narrated to her, and her mouth was gaped in shock.

“Wow. So, you are the Alpha Kings’ mate, but your twin sister was chosen instead.”

“Yes.” I responded in a low tone and looked down at the bed.

“I understand. I hope that this doesn’t continue for too long. If you ever need to speak to someone, you can always speak to me.” She said to me and I nodded my head with a smile before she left.

Her conversation with me, and assurance just left me feeling much better and hopeful that things could still turn out good for me.

“Mother, please help me through this.” I said as I turned to look at the bright sky outside the window.

~

Later that night, I went to the bathroom to have a shower and when I was done, I walked to the door and locked it up. I didn’t want the triplets to have their way into my room easily and if they came, and knocked, I would pretend like I had fallen asleep.

I still needed time to heal from the mockery and pain they made me experience in the morning, so it was best that they stayed far away. I dropped on the bed, and covered myself up until I felt warm and shut my eyes close, then gradually slept off.

About what seemed like almost an hour of sleeping, I felt something poking me, and no matter how much I tried to swat it away, it continued, so I opened my eyes.

But to my horror, I realized that I was tied to the tip of a cliff.