All Chapters of Owned by the Triplet Alphas : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

218Delilah’s PovI sat in my room, thinking about the new change which had occured in the pack and that was none other than the new bitch which Alpha Desmond brought to the pack. Although, it didn’t seem like he was planning to make her one of his, but with the way he kept protecting her and urging that she should be made comfortable, I felt restless.I’m the last concubine and having someone after me is what I have always dreaded. If Alpha Desmond decided to make Alyssa his concubine, i won’t be able to do anything against it.“Or do I act before that happens?” I said under my breath.Using my blood as a light threat to Alpha Desmond could work. Ever since he helped me, and took me away from where I usually lived, also due to the history of my blood, I have also been paying him back by putting my blood to use. But if I tell him I might feel uninspired to use my blood in case of any situation, because of Alyssa, would he reconsider? Pondering on this only brought me back to my past.

220Delilah’s PovAfter a long silence, Neon looked at me with adoration and respect in his eyes. “I have to tell you the truth since you decided to help me” Neon suddenly said, and I looked at him, wondering what truth he wanted to tell me“What is it?”I asked, and he breathed out, sitting down on one of the sofas, I imitated him sitting down across from him.“I approached Matthew because I wanted to break into the werewolf world, I wanted to find the mastermind behind the werewolf transformation. This thing has caused much worse than good, it affected countless lives and took people away from their families” Neon said with hope in his eyes when he looked at me. I sighed.“I also need your help Neon,” I said and Neon shot me a look “I need you to help me so that I can fight against the werewolf forces behind me, I need enough strength to do that, I can’t do that if I don’t have enough strength,” I said and Neon nodded his head“ I’m going to help you, I don’t care about whatever it t

222The sun was bright but not too hot. A soft breeze moved through the garden of Spring Pack, rustling the leaves and carrying the smell of fresh flowers and trimmed grass. It was a peaceful afternoon—one of those rare times when nothing seemed urgent, and everything felt just right.Ingrid sat on a thick blanket spread out beneath a tall tree, a soft smile on her face as she watched the three Alpha brothers; Reynold, Reece, and Ryan, argue over who made the better fruit skewer.Reece held one up proudly. “Mine has the best balance. Pineapple, then grape, then watermelon. That’s how it should be.”Reynold scoffed. “That’s a mess. You should’ve started with something light and ended with something juicy. Like this.”Ryan didn’t even look at them. He had made his own plate and was sitting beside Ingrid, casually feeding her slices of orange. “You two are clowns,” he said, smirking. “She only likes the ones I give her.”Ingrid giggled softly. “You’re all trying too hard.”“We just want

224The garden was softly aglow with golden lanterns and twinkling lights draped across the trees. A gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying the scent of fresh roses and jasmine. Ingrid stood there for a long moment, unsure what to say. It was breathtaking; the flowers, the music playing somewhere faintly, the way the triplets smiled at her like they had been waiting their whole lives for this one moment.“What’s going on?” she asked, blinking at them, still dazed.Reece stepped forward first. “Tonight is just for you,” he said simply.“No talks about the past, no stress,” Reynold added as he took her hand. “Just us, and you. Together.”Ryan grinned and gently kissed the back of her other hand. “You deserve to feel everything. All of it.”Before she could ask more questions, Reece pulled her gently toward the table under the biggest tree. It was beautifully set, three silver-domed plates and a fourth seat just for her. Crystal glasses shimmered in the light, and a bottle of chilled wi

226Alyssa’s POVI screamed with everything I had, hoping, praying that someone, anyone would hear me. My voice echoed off the wooden walls, desperate and panicked. The man’s grip on my wrist was like iron as he dragged me across the creaky floor toward the back of the house.“Stop it!” I cried, kicking and twisting, trying to tear myself free. “Let me go!”But he was stronger than me. Far stronger. No matter how I scratched, punched, or kicked, it was like trying to fight a wall of stone. He grunted and cursed under his breath, his breath reeking of alcohol and something even fouler. My notebook lay forgotten on the floor where I’d dropped it. My heart slammed against my ribs.“You little brat,” he hissed. “You come to my house acting all high and mighty. I’ll teach you not to look down on people like me.”“No! Please!” I screamed again, my voice raw with fear.He kicked open a door and shoved me inside what looked like a bedroom. The stench of mold and sweat filled my nose, and the