Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 20 - thank you

20

~Lisa’s POV

By the ti I stepped back into the palace, my body felt like it had been dragged through fire and my stomach twisted with emptiness. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, barely drank anything either. The hunger burned at the edges of my patience, making my head light and my steps slower. I dragged myself toward the kitchen, praying there would be sothing left, anything. Just a piece of bread. Even crumbs would do.

As I pushed the kitchen door open, the sound of splashing water and clinking dishes greeted . The kitchen was alive with activity, maids scrubbing plates, wiping down counters, and stacking trays. But the sll of food had already faded. Whatever they cooked was long gone.

One of the maids, Tessa, I think, glanced up from where she was scrubbing a large pot and scowled. "Well, look who finally showed up," she said loudly, making sure her voice carried through the kitchen.

A few heads turned imdiately. Then the rest followed, one after another, eyes locking on like I was sothing dragged in from the mud. Their faces lit up. not with welco, but with smug amusent and thinly disguised cruelty.

"Where were you?" another maid asked, elbow-deep in soapy water. I think her na was Mara. "Having a picnic outside the palace gates?"

A few snorts, then laughter.

Laughter that wasn’t warm. Laughter that was sharp, cutting, ant to dig under my skin and settle there like a splinter.

I stood still by the door, holding my hands behind my back, trying to hide how badly they were still shaking. My stomach was growling loudly, my head buzzing from hunger and exhaustion, and I hadn’t even spoken a word yet, but sohow, they’d already decided I didn’t deserve kindness.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood.

"Took your sweet ti getting back," another one muttered, stacking dry plates with more force than necessary. "If I disappeared for hours, I’d be flogged."

Soone else chid in, "Well, she’s special, rember? The Alphas’ mate." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and when the others laughed again, it was louder this ti. aner.

I looked down at the floor, my worn-out shoes wet from where soone had spilled water.

"I..." I hesitated. "I went to see my father. He ca to the palace gate."

They ignored my words completely.

"So you think you’re special now because the Alphas’ claim you as mate?" Tessa sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. "You think you can leave work and co in when you like?"

"No," I said quickly, stepping forward, "I...I just... I was wondering when the maids get to eat breakfast."

Another round of laughter.

"You hear that?" the sa maid said to the others. "She wants to eat breakfast like the rest of us."

My stomach gave a soft, angry growl.

"Sorry to break it to you, your highness," Tessa continued, crossing her arms, "we already ate. Breakfast was hours ago. You weren’t here, so guess what? You wait for lunch. That is, if there’s any left by the ti we finish feeding the real wolves."

My lips parted, but nothing ca out.

She tilted her head mockingly. "Unless you want to lick the floor for crumbs."

I swallowed hard. My throat was dry, and my chest felt heavy.

Without saying another word, I nodded slowly, turned away, and walked to a corner of the kitchen. I sat down on a small wooden stool and stared blankly ahead, pretending not to hear the whispers, the snickers, the harsh words being thrown like stones.

I was tired. I was starving.

I sat there, my back pressed against the cold wall, hands cradling my empty stomach. The ache had grown worse, sharp and heavy, curling inside like a fist. My head felt light, and my lips were so dry I could barely swallow. Every sound around faded into a blur, except the loud grumble of my stomach. I was starving.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I heard footsteps.

I didn’t look up at first, too drained to hope. But then a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Lisa."

My head jerked up. It was Milo.

He stood in front of , holding a small plate wrapped in a clean cloth. Steam rose from it, carrying the sll of warm bread and spiced beans. My eyes widened.

Without a word, he knelt beside and placed the plate on my lap.

"Milo..." My voice broke as I spoke his na. "Is this... for ?"

He nodded and smiled, gently. "Yeah. I figured you hadn’t eaten."

I didn’t wait. I picked up the bread and tore into it, chewing fast, barely able to breathe between bites. My hands shook as I ate, crumbs falling into my lap. I didn’t care. It tasted like the best thing I’d ever had.

When I’d slowed down just enough to breathe, I looked up at him, my lips trembling. "How did you know?"

He leaned back slightly, resting his arms on his knees. He rubbed the back of his neck, that sa shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I saw the other maids eating earlier," he said gently. "You weren’t there. And knowing how they treat you..." He gave a small shrug, like it wasn’t a big deal. "I figured you wouldn’t have anything, so I took an extra portion when I had mine."

My chest tightened. I couldn’t stop staring at him, the way his eyes held nothing but calm and quiet care. No one had ever done that for . Not here. Not in this cruel pack.

"Thank you," I whispered, blinking quickly to stop the tears. "I don’t even know what to say..."

"You don’t have to say anything," he replied softly. "You deserve to eat too, Lisa."

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"You should eat the rest," he added gently. "You need your strength."

I nodded and took another bite. This ti, I ate slower. Not because I wasn’t hungry, because I was, but because I wanted to savor it. Every crumb of bread. Every taste.

Milo stood up after a while. "I should get going before soone cos looking for ," he said. "But I’ll check on you later, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you... again."

He nodded, then gave one last glance before disappearing down the hall.