MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL.
My grip tightened just enough to silence her completely.
No one—no one—knew about my secret admiration for the Alpha triplets except Bella, and it had to stay that way. It had to.
Slowly, memories crept in, unwelcome and sharp. Amelia. My twin sister. Beautiful, adored Amelia. She had always been possessive of the Alphas, as if they were something she owned. I could still remember the way she had bullied girls who dared to openly confess their feelings for them, how ruthless she had been, how cruel. I had already endured enough living in her shadow, always compared, always lacking. I wouldn’t survive her wrath if she ever found out about my feelings for the Alpha triplets.