บททั้งหมดของ Bullied By My Alpha Triplets: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Ivy's POVI had lost. As much as it bruised my pride to admit it, there was no sugarcoating the truth—I’d been outmatched. Ronan had bested me in the duel, fair and square. I tried to blame it on the mate bond that had happened out of nowhere, and untriggered too, but it didn't make sense. As Ronan had already won two rounds before the mate bond happened. It didn't matter how hard I had fought, or how much anger and determination had fueled me. He was stronger, faster…and I was still just me.The terms were clear: if I lost, I would remain in the pack house.And so, I stayed.At first, I thought it would feel like a prison. That I'd feel caged, watchedz stripped of my freedom like a wild creature behind bars. But the truth was…it didn't feel that way. Not entirely. I was allowed to go about my days like any other pack member. I could train if I wanted to. Eat with the others. Walk around the grounds. Sleep in my quarters. No one chained me or locked me away.But there was a catch.I w

Ivy's POVThe door slammed shut behind Selena, and for a moment, I could still feel the weight of her lies clinging to my skin like smoke. I had never been so upset in my entire life, and no one was happier that her lies were exposed than I was. The room remained frozen, tense, and charged, as if even the walls were waiting for something else to explode. No one moved. No one spoke. The silent tension tore through my skin like melted glass. I was silently observing the room from the corner of my eyes, I could look, I couldn't move, I could speak. I was too overwhelmed.Then, slowly, the triplets turned their gazes on me.Tiger gazes felt so judgmental that I had braced myself for more judgment, more cold stares, more accusations. My heart was still thudding wildly in my chest, and my wrists throbbed where I'd caught the edge of the table. I wanted to run, to disappear, to have the ground swallow me whole, to not have every eye in the room pin me in place like I was some dangerous creat

Ivy's POVThe air in the room was thick, like breathing through a veil of smoke. Everything felt louder, and nerve wrecking—the hum of the lights, the rustle of shifting bodies, the pounding of blood in my ears, the dizziness slowly creeping up. But somehow, when Kiernan stepped forward, all of that noise ceased, and I maintained my composure. His glare was lethal, locked onto Selena like a predator circling its prey, he stared at her like he was searching for the truth, deep within her soul. Like he could literally see through her.I barely felt the pain in my wrist anymore. Not because it wasn’t there—it pulsed with every throb of my heartbeat—but because every ounce of me was focused on what was happening in front of me. I wasn’t sure if I was terrified or hopeful. Maybe both. Maybe neither. I just knew this was it. Whatever happened next could decide everything.Kiernan’s voice sliced through the silence like a whip. “Did you scratch yourself, Selena?”His tone was low and cold, a

Ivy's POVThe room stood frozen, the silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest. I fought hard to maintain my balance and composure. Selena’s face had gone pale, her earlier arrogance slowly bleeding out as her eyes flickered from the Alpha to me and back again. For a moment, she didn’t say a word—she didn’t need to. The crack in her mask was enough. She thought that just by being the Alpha's daughter, her words mattered more than others. But she had no idea that the Alpha was unjust, and wouldn't favor her just because she was his daughter.Meanwhile, my wrist throbbed in dull, sharp waves. I tried to adjust my grip on it, tried not to look weak, but it was hard to pretend I wasn’t still trembling inside. I could feel my guts failing me. My gaze stayed locked on the Alpha, willing him to see the truth, begging the goddess silently that—for once—someone would believe me, I couldn't stand Selena's bitchiness, just because she was the Alpha's daughter.The

Ivy's POVThe silence in the guest quarters was suffocating.Ivy sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her injured wrist cradled against her chest. The dull throb had become a rhythm, steady and maddening, pulsing up her arm and into her skull. The room was modest—simple bed, wooden dresser, a small table with a flickering oil lamp—but no matter how soft the bedding or how warm the fire, it felt like a prison. A prettier cage was still a cage.She glanced at the door for the third time in under a minute.Where was the healer?Each second that passed weighed heavier than the last. Her thoughts spiraled—what if Selena had already concocted another lie? What if the Alpha changed his mind? What if the maid recanted her statement out of fear? Ivy wasn’t safe. Not really. Not yet.A soft knock finally came, and she straightened, her heart leaping with hope. The door creaked open, and she forced herself to sit still, bracing for the healer.But it wasn’t the healer.Kiernan stepped inside w