All Chapters of MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MELISSA. “Wakey, wakey!!” Bella’s voice rang out, sharp and insistent, slicing straight through my sleep like an alarm I hadn’t set. I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, the fabric muffling my next words. “Can’t you just let me sleep…” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. My body felt heavy, limbs sluggish as I curled in on myself, drawing my knees to my chest and rolling from one side of the bed to the other like a restless child refusing to wake up. Sleep clung to me stubbornly, warm and tempting, and I wanted nothing more than to sink back into it. “Dummy,” Bella scoffed, completely unimpressed by my struggle. “It’s the Alphas’ coronation today. Wouldn’t you want to take a closer look at your lovers?” That did it. The moment the words Alpha triplets slipped from her mouth, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I shot upright as though invisible strings had yanked me from the mattress. Sleep evaporated instantly. Panic flared hot and f

Melissa. Caleb’s voice tore through the crowd, “You are our mate!” The word mate did not come with awe or reverence. It came wrapped in a growl, heavy with contempt. He stepped forward as he said it, boots striking the ground with purpose, his eyes locking onto mine, not with recognition, not with longing, but with naked disgust, as though the bond itself offended him. Before I could even breathe, Cypril scoffed. “How hilarious, brothers,” he said, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “This weak thing was mated to us.” His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately, as if measuring how unworthy I was. Then he laughed, sharp and mocking. “Does the Moon Goddess take us as a joke?” His glare cut deep, pinning me in place. It felt like every flaw I’d ever had was suddenly visible, magnified beneath his stare. My chest tightened as my eyes flicked from one face to the next—Cain, Cypril, Caleb, the others—each expression reflecting the same emotion. Revulsion. Disbelief. Shame… f

Melissa.I was placed on the table in front of our house, my body stretched out like an offering meant for slaughter. The wood beneath me was cold and unforgiving, pressing into my skin as rough hands secured me in place. I could feel every splinter, every uneven edge, as if the table itself was preparing me for what was to come.My father was already seated a few steps away, his posture rigid, his expression carved from stone. He did not look at me as a daughter. He looked at me as a sentence waiting to be carried out.My gaze drifted despite myself.Amelia clung to Fredrick, tucked into his arms like a fragile child seeking comfort. He held her tightly, one hand resting protectively on her back. They both looked at me, Amelia with wide, glistening eyes that reflected nothing but cold triumph beneath the surface, Fredrick with open disdain. Neither of them looked away.“Start!” my father ordered.The word had barely left his mouth when the first whip cut through the air.The sound ca

Melissa.Bella’s hands were firm but gentle as she supported me along the corridor. Each step was agony, each movement sending shocks of pain through my already battered body. My legs wobbled beneath me, trembling like they might give out at any moment. I leaned heavily into her, trusting the strength of my wolf to keep me upright, to guide me forward when my body refused to obey.“Sorry, Melissa.” Bella’s voice was soft, laced with genuine sorrow. Her brow furrowed as she glanced down at my bruised and bloodied form. “I wish I could help you. Those jerks of an Alpha are clearly useless. Who the hell beats their mate?”Her words made my chest tighten even more. She didn’t understand, not fully, but she felt the raw injustice of it. I wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault, that none of this was, but my voice barely came out, dry and weak.“Ssshhhhhh!” I hissed, gripping her arm lightly to make her lean in closer. “They might hear you.” My heart raced at the thought of someone overhear

MELISSA.“Hey, Melissa… Did you just seduce my brother?” Caleb’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade, low and taunting, yet dripping with false innocence.His eyes dragged slowly over my face, locking on my lips, swollen, split, smeared with a faint trace of blood. The sight told a thousand stories, none of them in my favor.Heat flooded my cheeks, shame spreading through me like poison.“I…” My throat tightened. The word scraped painfully out of me, barely a whisper. “I…”I choked on the sentence, tongue thick and uncooperative.What could I possibly say?Explain?They wouldn’t believe me.Defend myself?They’d twist it.I opened my mouth again, desperate to speak, but the sound died as footsteps echoed down the hallway.Cain strode in, Amelia nestled in his arms as though she belonged nowhere else. Her body rested fully against him, her arms draped possessively around his neck, his hand gliding lazily around her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.Their closeness s