Novel & Cerita Bullied By Navy Triplet Stepbrothers

He asked, wondering if Tessa had gotten married while she was away. “We don’t have a daddy, Mr handsome. Can you be our daddy?” Willa said adorably while Reagan and Nia shared a look. They didn’t object because the man looked like them and he was also powerful. Those who were bullying them were scared of him. They thought if the man was their daddy, they wouldn’t get bullied anymore. Reagan looked up seriously, “Hello Uncle. We are triplets and we like you very much. Can you be our daddy and protect us every day?”

he said softly. I nodded in reply as I tried to get into Mason’s head; he blocked me. As I looked up at Brody I felt my heart rate increase as I realised something; I was about to go meet one of my triplets. The one who tried to murder the other. The one who took the pack, and Alpha title, from the other.

he said sarcastically. I looked up. His eyes met mine. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked again, my knuckles turned white with how tightly I held my fork. “Kian,” Joey interrupted, “ you are no longer a child, so quit acting like one. I do not know what happened in school. What I do know is that you both are siblings now. So start behaving like one!” Kian only smiled again, lifting his hands in a mock surrender. “Natalie, this is your home. Act like it. We must put up a united front for the outsiders and I will not tolerate any carelessness that will cost me my reputation!” he whispered to me, his chair scraped against the floor as he stood up.

"How are you two even connected? The last time I checked, you hated his guts and wanted nothing more than to aim for his balls.” I chuckled at her last words. I’ve got better things to aim for in life than Landon’s balls. But I do hate his guts, so bad. “It’s a long story. Landon is now my stepbrother, and I went in there to check on him, that’s all.” Upon hearing my words, she paused, her pretty blue eyes wide in shock and filled with trepidation. “You didn’t tell me about that when we were on the call about Jason’s mess!”

He had a way of understanding me that Mom never quite did. Then there were my triplet stepbrothers. We didn't talk much. They barely called, and most of the time, it felt like we lived in completely different worlds. Hans, the eldest, or at least the one who constantly reminded everyone he was the eldest, worked as a firefighter. Mitch, the middle triplet, was a hockey captain. And Devon, the youngest, was an MMA fighter, which I thought was pretty cool. The last time I'd seen them was after Mom and Anthony got married, right after I graduated high school. Back then, things had been easy. We'd joke around, hang out, and actually talk.

In that moment, surrounded by my family's laughter and love, I realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be. This was my home, my sanctuary, where I had found the acceptance and unconditional love that I had sought for so long. As the years passed, our family continued to expand and thrive, with each new milestone demonstrating the tenacity and strength of the links that held us together. The triplets grew into vivacious, confident young people, their individuality showing brightly and never failing to astound us. Emilia, with her limitless energy and ferocious determination, rose to the position of unquestioned pack leader, her sharp wit and unyielding sense of justice gaining her the

Besides the fact that it was like she switched places with me, there wasn't much difference. I had to successfully put her in the Friend zone just like he had done to Brooklyn, and when she saw Blaze, she went up to confront him, just like Brooklyn did to me. It's just that Brooklyn took this way more aggressively by sending me threat notes. Would she have gone through the threats? I stared at my friend, wondering if she would ever do that to someone else because I changed my interest. This love triangle I found myself in was extremely exhausting, and it just got more complicated.

For as long as I can remember, my parents were rarely home. They dedicated almost their entire lives to pharmaceutical development and medical research. They would often leave home for months, sometimes years at a time. Besides our housekeeper, it was my triplet brothers—twelve years my senior—who raised me. In elementary school, whenever I felt sad missing my parents, Matthew always noticed my dejection and gave me a puppy for companionship. In middle school, when classmates bullied me because my parents weren't around, Daniel rushed to school without hesitation, risking arrest to beat up those who tormented me.

Their action made me feel loved and protected, also, other people who bullied me stopped since the triplets were now involved. Despite the fact that they defended me in public, while we were at home, Ricky, Jules and Cole gang up to bully me. I didn’t take this to heart, moreover, if they hadn’t start defending me against Eric, who knows how many scars I would have earned from him. One evening, just before dinner time, I decided to speak to the brothers. When I got to the sitting room, they were watching a TV program. I didn’t want to leave without fulfilling my mission so I cleared my throat to get their attention.

I was a lowly slave in the pack, and he was next in line for the title of Alpha of the Black Claw Pack. Since he had not found his mate, I was hopeful that the moon goodness would alleviate my suffering by granting me my request to stay by his side. Only recently did the nasty quadruplet discover my feelings for him. I'd been bullied my whole life. With them discovering my secret, it worsened a thousand times over. "See you soon, dump," said Kelly as she walked away with her sisters. I stared at them from my position on the ground, my vision going blurry. Blinking back my tears, I struggled to my feet. Thunder rumbled overhead, followed by a sudden downpour.