All Chapters of The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What kind of things?""Violent, dangerous things." His hand slid from my cheek down to my jawline. He tilted my face up to meet his intense gaze. "Highly possessive things. When Thad was choking you earlier today, I did not just want to stop him. I wanted to tear his throat out. I wanted to kill my own flesh and blood simply because he put his hands on you."My blood ran cold. I should have been terrified. This was Kaelen Vane. He was the cruelest, most calculating of the three heirs. He was the man who had ordered my beatings and watched me starve with total indifference. Now, he was touching my face like I was something incredibly precious. He was acting like I was something worth going to war over."Alpha," I whispered in the quiet room. "This is incredibly dangerous. If the Luna finds out you are down here...""My mother does not control my instincts." His voice hardened into steel. "I am the future Alpha of this territory. What I decide is absolute law. And I have decided that n

Morning arrived, but it brought absolutely no comfort. I returned to the main estate with my head held high and my heart wrapped in thick, protective layers of caution. Whatever strange dynamic had shifted between Kaelen and me in that cramped bedroom, I could not afford to trust it. Trust was an expensive luxury I had never been able to afford. Eighteen brutal years of survival had taught me that hope was usually just disappointment wearing a prettier mask.My new duties had been officially assigned at dawn. I was now a personal assistant for household operations. It was a massive promotion from scrubbing stone floors on my hands and knees, but it still kept me firmly below anything resembling equality. The new role allowed me access to different wings of the estate. I could observe different people and gather different information. Whether this sudden promotion was Kaelen's direct doing or simply a natural result of Evelina's downfall, I could not be certain.The servants' dining ha

"I heard all the gossip about what happened yesterday," Sera said. Her voice dripped with fake, sugary sympathy. "The Alpha heirs dragged you into their private study. They finally decided your official punishment. Thirty bloody lashes at the post. A very fitting sentence for a rat who disrespects her betters.""Some people are spreading that rumor," I replied with a completely even tone. "Others are saying the punishment was permanently cancelled due to procedural irregularities.""Procedural irregularities?" Sera let out a sharp, mocking laugh that grated against my ears. "Is that what they are calling it today? I wonder what kind of dirty irregularities those were. Did they involve you spreading your legs on the Alpha's desk?"Multiple people in the room gasped out loud. Even for a bully like Sera, that accusation crossed a massive line. The implication was clear, entirely vulgar, and specifically designed to humiliate me in the most public manner possible.For one brief second, I

"Tell the council," I continued relentlessly, keeping my voice soft but laced with pure steel. "That you thought you could physically abuse me because you are weak. You watched this pack treat me like garbage for eighteen years. You thought you could add your own petty cruelty to the pile without facing any consequences."Sera's carefully constructed facade of arrogance was completely destroyed. Her makeup was running down her cheeks. "I was only trying to put you in your place.""I hear that phrase constantly." I pulled the torn edges of my dress together and held them tight with one hand. "Everyone who has ever taken sick pleasure in my suffering claims they are just putting me in my place. But if I am truly beneath you, Sera, then why are you so deeply threatened by my existence? If I am truly nothing, why do you feel the desperate need to tear my clothes and humiliate me?"Sera could not formulate an answer. She was choking on her own tears."You target me because you are terrifie

The massive study doors loomed before me like a judgment seat. The heavy oak was carved with the ancient Vane family crest—a snarling silver wolf rampant against a field of midnight blue. I had stood trembling before these exact doors countless times over the last eighteen years. I had always arrived as the accused, always expecting a brutal physical punishment. But today, for the very first time in my life, I approached the study not as a broken supplicant begging for mercy, but as a player on the board.The emerald silk dress Jaren had provided fit perfectly, as if it had been tailored specifically for my frame. The heavy silk whispered against my skin with every step. It was a constant, physical reminder of the violent shift in my circumstances. Just hours ago, I had been wearing a torn, humiliating gray cotton rag. Now, I stood outside the Alpha study wearing material worth more than a servant's annual salary.Was this actual progress? Or was this simply a much more expensive, psy