Erica's POV.“What are you doing here?! Someone might come in and see you!” I yelled, walking up to her swiftly than my legs could move, I almost missed a step.She snapped her fingers, and something clicked…she'd locked the door.“Well nobody is gonna walk in without knocking, easy meatball.” She said so casually that I felt like pulling out her tongue.She didn't understand I wasn't the Natasha of those days, a free girl and future Luna of the pack, I was a maid, and I had no right to entertain my own visitors…I had to be permitted by every important person in the mansion, and Denise…Denise would never allow that…It was unbelievable that she still hated me in my second life…this was history repeating itself I guess , except that I didn't really have to sleep with Alpha Rowen for anyone's sake…“Tick tock!” Daisy yelled as she clapped her hands together right in front of my face, just hard enough to make my eyes flutter, and make bells ring in my ears.“Sorry…you were saying?” I aske
Erica’s POV.I stared at my hands, the faint shimmer of healing still curling along my skin like threads of light trying to stitch me back together. Every scar and cut seemed to fade slower now, like my body was holding back on purpose, punishing me for every reckless choice I had made.Whatever I told Reynold back there—it was for the best. I couldn’t allow his face, that frustratingly cute face of his, to keep softening my resolve. Every time I looked at him, something inside me wanted to bend, to loosen, to let go of all the pain I had promised myself I would carry and the revenge I swore to take into action. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet.So I sat still in the kitchen, listening to the sudden storm of footsteps that had shaken the house. The maids had scattered like dry leaves in a gust of wind, their shoes slapping hard against the floors, their voices rising in shrieks and hurried whispers as they fled down the stairs. From the sound of it, you would think someone impo
The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV.)“You really are sick in the head,” Reynold said, patting my shoulder as if he pitied me, then burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. His laughter was sharp and too loud for the quiet corridor.I stood there, my face stiff, waiting for him to stop.Pfft.He never believed me.“You’re a piece of shit,” I muttered through my teeth, even though I already knew my words would bounce off him like stones on water.“Oh, brother…” Reynold said in that lazy voice he used when he was enjoying himself too much. He adjusted my collar like a mother fixing a child before church. His mouth curved into a mocking smile. “This hatred you carry for me—it’s never redeemable, is it?”I slapped his hand off. “Don’t touch me.”“But I care about you, Ronald,” he added quickly, though his tone was soaked in sarcasm. His smile widened. “Deeply…You’re my favorite. Don’t tell Robert.”“You care?” I scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you. You’d laug
The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV).The words still echoed in the room.“I saw someone!”It startled even me—my own voice sounding louder, harsher, more desperate than I’d meant. Reynold stopped in mid-step, the line of his shoulders stiff beneath his suit. Slowly, he turned, his eyes heavy and sharp, the way they always were when he thought I was wasting his time.“You saw someone,” he repeated, his tone flat.I forced a breath out. “Yes.”He tilted his head, his mouth twitching into a faint, dismissive smile. “Ronald, people walk this earth in their thousands. You’ll have to do better than that.”My fingers curled at my sides. It would have been easier to swallow the words, to let them die in my chest, but they pressed harder until they clawed out of me.“I think it was Daisy.”The name cracked the air like a whip.For the first time, Reynold’s face shifted. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flickered. Then he scoffed sharply, but the sound was forced, and kinda brittle.“Don’t,” he sa
The Triplet Alphas (Ronald’s POV.)I smiled slightly—not because I was amused seeing my brother washed pale with embarrassment, but because some part of me thought he deserved it. Reynold always carried himself with that unshakable pride, always the one who acted as though nothing in this world could bend him. But watching her walk away, watching Natasha leave him standing there with nothing but silence in his hands—it left him looking almost human for once…stripped down vulnerable, and kinda unsettled, now that was better.And maybe that was why I smiled. Not cruelly, just quietly.I hadn’t said much for a long time. Being the youngest, words rarely found space around me anyway. With Robert, words turned into discussions, ideas, strategies. With Reynold, words felt like stepping into battle, sharp and demanding. I had learned to stay quiet, to stay in the background. I was nobody’s favorite brother, not Mother’s, not Father’s, and not even among us three. But this—this time—was whe
The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).The moment she turned her back on me, my chest tightened as though someone had pressed a hand flat against it, forcing out the air. Natasha’s steps were measured, steady, her spine so straight it almost taunted me. She didn’t hurry, she didn’t stumble—she simply walked away.And I let her.For a few seconds, I stood frozen, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. The proud, ego-driven Alpha in me wanted to scoff, to call her bluff, to let her know that I didn’t care. That’s what everyone expected of me, wasn’t it? Reynold—the cold, unshaken Alpha. Reynold—the one who never bowed, never bent, never begged.But the truth?If embarrassment was a pool, I had already drowned in it.I hated that my wolf shifted restlessly inside me, pacing and clawing, as if urging me to move before it was too late. I hated the sting in my throat, the burn of words I had swallowed too many times before. And yet, I hated most that she had every reason to walk away