Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bullied but Fated to Her Alpha Twins: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Rita’s POVThe rain poured over me, the cobblestones reducing my knees to bloody pulp.I had been forced to kneel now for a full day and night, bleeding and shivering, all for a crime I didn't commit.Caspar and Cedric, my twin brothers, snapped at me through the mindlink.“Confess your wrongdoing, Rita,” Caspar commanded.“I didn’t do it!” “Running your mouth won't save you,” Cedric tutted. “If you could see Olive right now, you’d just own up to it.”I knew that wasn’t the case, and I didn’t need to see Olive to know I didn’t do anything wrong.I was once the only younger sister of the Alpha family, and my twin brothers treated me like a princess.But everything has been wrong since my biological mother—a call girl—suddenly appeared.My mother revealed that I had been swapped at birth. That Olive was the true Lopez heiress and not me!Olive had grown up with this woman, suffering greatly from abuse and neglect. Of course, the twins were heartbroken by the story.Once the DNA tests we

Rita’s POVMy birthday was today, and no one seemed to remember.The twins had stopped giving me birthday cards when I turned fifteen—the year that Olive’s birthday celebrations overshadowed mine. I should have come to accept it by now, and it shouldn’t have hurt me so much anymore after three years of no birthdays, but it still did.At least this was my eighteenth birthday. At any point in the next day or so, I should be able to meet my fated mate—the moment that all young werewolves dreamed of—and then the three years of suffering would end.I would finally find someone who loved me, deeply and truly, and I could leave the Lopez family behind for good.That flicker of hope was what kept me going through the painstaking birthday party preparations.Olive was turning eighteen, too. The twins, of course, had decided to throw her a lavish party before the new school term would begin.Most of the other servants had been dismissed from the task due to the twins’ exacting standards, howeve

Third Person POV“I wish…”Olive shut her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and blew out the candles on her massive multi-tiered birthday cake.The crowd cheered, raising glasses of champagne in celebration. Olive opened her eyes to see the sea of shimmering guests around her, all here to congratulate her on her eighteenth birthday.“Someone should cut the cake,” Caspar said, stepping forward and clapping his hands together. “Rita!”There was no response. Olive bit back a sigh; of course the lazy little wretch would slink off right before the most important part of the night. She was probably still licking her wounds over her humiliation during the speech earlier.“Rita?” Cedric called out through the mindlink. “Where did you go?”Still no answer.Suddenly, someone near the exit gasped. “Oh my Goddess! Someone is drowning in the pool!”Cedric and Caspar didn’t hesitate. They both rushed out into the courtyard and cursed when they saw a figure in a dark dress floating facedown in the pool.

Third Person POVIt was after midnight by the time the party finally began to wind down and the guests gradually started to leave.Caspar and Cedric, however, were far from tired.One drink had turned into another. Then another. Each one was downed in an attempt to erase the disturbing episode with Rita from their minds, but nothing quite seemed to help. The twins kept thinking back to the moments when Rita’s slender hands had slipped beneath the water, and the taste of her delicious juices on their tongues.“There you are!” Olive came rushing over as the crowd thinned out, slightly stumbling in her heels from a few too many drinks of her own. She clutched both twins’ arms and sighed, pushing her lower lip out in a pout. “My wolf didn’t appear tonight, and neither did my fated mate.”Cedric put his arm around Olive and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. “It’s alright. Maybe next year.”Olive pouted. “But most people find their mate at eighteen!”“You’re just a late bloomer

Rita’s POVMy hair was the one thing I loved the most about myself. It was long and as black as night, and I had worked hard to keep it smooth and soft, having to comb it with my fingers and steal little bits of leftover animal fat from the kitchen to condition it. It was my one glory, the one thing I had that still made me truly feel like a girl.But that didn’t matter to them. The Beta returned with a pair of scissors a moment later, and the twins grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to remain still. All I could do was hang my head and flinch as the scissors began to snip.As the severed strands drifted down around me, a memory, unbidden, surfaced in my mind. I recalled having sprained my ankle when I was younger in this very foyer, when the twins were still attending the academy.In this very spot, even, I recalled them kneeling to gently massage my foot, stroking my hair to comfort me. Their affections had been warm and gentle.And now, only the taste of my own bitter tears was warm.