Chapter 2: The Sin The Followed Me

Calla’s POV

Months earlier…

I found my boyfriend cheating.

The boy I believed loved me. The one who swore I was his world, who promised devotion so easily it felt sacred.

I discovered the truth by accident, and it shattered me just as carelessly.

That night, I went to the full moon ceremony with my heart in pieces and bitterness clinging to my skin. I drank far more than I should have, chasing numbness and finding nothing but heat and dizziness in return.

That was when I noticed him.

He stood across the hall, tall and striking, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. There was something dazzling about him, something effortless. I smiled before I could stop myself.

He approached me slowly, as if wary of startling a wild thing.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

I laughed softly, alcohol and heartbreak fueling my recklessness.

“Let’s skip the formalities,” I said. “You want to touch me inappropriately, don’t you?”

His brows lifted in clear surprise.

“Forgive me if I gave you that impression,” he said quickly. “That wasn’t my intention.”

I reached for his hand.

“I want that too,” I admitted boldly. “So what do you say we leave and spend some time together?”

He hesitated. “I’m new in town…”

“Don’t worry,” I cut in. “There’s a hotel nearby.”

Something flickered in his eyes, uncertainty warring with desire. After a moment, he nodded.

We left the ceremony together, and he drove us to the hotel. Once we checked in, I didn’t give myself time to think. I pulled him close and kissed him, desperate and aching.

He resisted at first, restraint fighting instinct, but eventually, he gave in.

That night unfolded in a blur of heat and urgency, like two strangers colliding because the universe had nudged them together. It felt intense, consuming and almost fated in its recklessness.

The next morning, sobriety returned with a dull headache. I remembered everything. I hadn’t been that drunk.

Breakfast had been ordered by him before I woke up. He smiled at me like this wasn’t just a mistake, like it meant something more. I ignored him, dressing quietly, already building my walls back up.

“Look,” he said finally, his voice earnest. “I don’t know if this is fate or luck, but whatever it is, I’m not letting you slip away. Please… be my girlfriend.”

I turned to look at him. Then I scoffed.

Yes. I scoffed.

Aren’t men all the same? My ex had worshipped the ground I walked on too, until he didn’t.

“No,” I said simply.

He stared at me, confusion flickering across his face.

“What?” he asked.

“No,” I said calmly. “This was only a one-time thing.”

The words landed harder than I expected. I didn’t soften them. I didn’t explain myself. I simply walked away, leaving him standing there with unanswered questions.

I didn’t know then that he was a triplet. I found out weeks later when he walked into my school with two other boys who looked exactly like him.

They were transfers.

The resemblance was unsettling. Same sharp features. Same height. Same effortless confidence. Even their scent was identical, so similar it made my head spin whenever they passed me in the hallway.

I couldn’t tell them apart. Worse, I didn’t know which one of them I had been with that night.

They became the center of attention instantly. Girls flocked to them, whispering, giggling, competing for their notice. Teachers watched them warily. Students stepped aside when they walked past.

And then they noticed me.

The bullying started subtly. Mocking smiles. Whispered comments. Purposeful shoulder bumps in the hallway. It escalated quickly, turning cruel and relentless.

My friends began to distance themselves, fear outweighing loyalty. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire.

I went through that period alone.

I never acknowledged them. Never used the truth of that night as a shield. I refused to give them that power. If anything, my silence seemed to provoke them more.

Then, one day, they were gone.

Transferred again, people said. Just like that, they vanished from my life, leaving behind scars I pretended didn’t exist.

***

Back in the present…

The Alpha’s voice carried down the hallway.

“My sons attended school in your pack months ago with their mother,” he said to my mom casually. “Perhaps they already know each other. Calla, I mean.”

My chest tightened. Then he turned to me, smiling proudly.

“These are my sons,” he said. “Riven. Darren. Lucien.”

The names echoed in my head like a sentence being passed.

I forced my expression into polite confusion, masking the storm beneath my skin. I stepped forward, extended my hand, and introduced myself as though I had never seen them before.

As though they hadn’t once made my life a quiet hell. As though fate hadn’t just dragged us back into the same house.

I shut the door behind me, my pulse pounding.

‘What do we do?’ Sue, my wolf, asked through the mindlink.

‘Stay calm,’ I answered.

After my bath, I dressed slowly, steadying my breathing before leaving my room.

Nina continued the indoor tour, guiding me through long corridors and opulent sitting rooms, pointing out libraries, lounges, and private wings of the mansion. I nodded politely, but my attention kept slipping.

I could feel them.

The triplets’ gazes followed me wherever I went, unseen yet unmistakable, like pressure against my skin. I kept my spine straight and my expression neutral, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.

At dinner, I ate quietly, my eyes fixed on my plate.

The Alpha and my mother chatted easily, their laughter filling the long dining table, until he said something that caught my attention.

“I’m considering letting one of my sons inherit the pack,” he said. “But all three are notorious playboys. None of them has found his mate or shown any interest in settling down.”

My mother chuckled softly.

“Whoever finds his mate first,” the Alpha continued, “preferably a good girl who can keep him grounded, will inherit the pack.”

My mother smiled indulgently. “Don’t pressure them. I’m sure they’ll all find their mates at the right time.”

I smirked faintly and continued eating, the irony tasting bitter on my tongue.

“By the way,” my mother added, turning to him, “I’d like Calla to resume school immediately.”

“That’s already been arranged, dear,” the Alpha replied. “She’ll attend the same school as the boys. They’re all in their final year.”

The words landed like a verdict. I said nothing. There was no room to protest.

After dinner, I escaped to one of the balconies, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I stared out at the glittering city below. From up here, everything looked distant, yet beautiful.

When the chill deepened, I decided to return to my room.

The castle was vast, its corridors winding and unfamiliar. One hallway bled into another, doors lining the walls. I turned a corner, then another.

Lost.

I pushed open the nearest door, expecting a guest room. Instead, I stepped into one of the triplets’ rooms.

My breath caught.