Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 27 - back in hell

27

~Lisa’s POV

I stood frozen.

The wolves, two of them, were big, bigger than anything I had ever seen. Their eyes glowed, and their growls rumbled deep, like thunder rolling through the forest. My legs trembled. My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t move.

But then, I ran.

I didn’t know where I was going. My feet just moved. Branches whipped at my arms, tearing at my dress. My heart pounded so loudly I thought it would burst. Behind , the wolves gave chase, fast and hungry.

"Papa!" I scread. "Papa, help !"

But no one answered.

Tears stread down my face. I stumbled over a root, almost falling. I didn’t want to die. I was just a little girl who got lost trying to act like a big girl. I wanted to go ho. I wanted to feel Papa’s hand in mine again.

And just as I thought it was the end, as I heard one of the wolves leap behind , they appeared.

Three boys. Maybe just a few years older than . They ca out of nowhere, fast as lightning, with eyes like fire and movents sharper than any sword I’d ever seen in stories. One of them tackled the wolf mid-air. Another slashed with sothing that looked like claws. The third sent a deep growl that echoed through the trees, making the wolves pause, confused.

It happened so fast. I barely understood what I was seeing.

But within monts... The wolves lay dead.

And the three boys stood over them, breathing heavily, fierce and wild and... unreal.

One of them, dark-haired and sharp-eyed, turned to . His voice was rough but curious. "Are you okay?"

I could only nod, too stunned to speak.

That was the first ti I t the triplets.

I stared at them, three boys, no older than , standing tall and confident like they had done this a hundred tis before. They were beautiful in a way I didn’t have words for then. Strong. Untouched by fear. One of them wiped his blade on the grass, the other two looked at with quiet curiosity.

"Are you hurt?" the one in the middle asked. His voice was calm but firm.

I shook my head quickly, my lips still trembling. "N-No. I’m fine. Thank you... thank you so much..."

Before any of them could say more, I heard a voice, rough and panicked, cut through the woods.

"Lisa!"

It was Papa.

I turned just as he burst through the trees, out of breath, his walking stick nearly falling from his hand. When he saw standing there, he looked like he might cry. He rushed forward, arms wrapping around .

"Oh, thank the Moon," he whispered into my hair, holding tight.

Then he looked up, and everything about him changed.

His grip loosened. He straightened slightly. And then, to my shock, he bowed.

"Alpha sons," he said quietly. "Thank you for saving my daughter. I owe you everything."

That was when I realized, they weren’t just boys. They were the sons of the Alpha.

And I had just been saved by the future rulers of the Pack.

I didn’t know what it ant then.

But now... now I rember.

I sat up slowly, the rough bench digging into the backs of my thighs. The air was quiet for once, and for a second, I allowed myself to drift back, back to the forest, to that day so long ago when everything could’ve ended, but didn’t.

A soft smile tugged at my lips, surprising even .

They had saved .

The triplets, Rowan, Kael, and Damon. Back then, I didn’t know who they were. I just knew three brave boys who appeared like magic and chased away the danger. They’d looked at with concern, not disgust. They had asked if I was okay, and I hadn’t felt like a burden.

They were kind.

They were warm.

They weren’t the cruel, cold n I now served in this palace.

The boys who once saved , who stood between and danger without even knowing who I was, where had they gone?

"What happened to you?" I whispered under my breath, my fingers grazing over the fading bruise on my arm. It still aches when I press it, but not as much as the ache in my heart. "Why did you change?"

I hugged myself, the rough fabric of my maid’s uniform brushing my skin. That day in the forest felt like another life, like a story I once read and convinced myself was real. I had believed in that mory for so long, used it to warm myself on cold nights, to comfort myself when I thought I was completely alone.

But now it just left confused. Angry.

And hurt.

They had been kind. Gentle. Protective.

But now?

Now, their words burned more than fire. Their eyes cut deeper than knives. They looked through as if I were dirt. As if saving had been a mistake.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the floor, chasing the mory like sunlight through a cracked window. I could still hear their young voices, Kael’s teasing laugh, Damon’s calm tone, Rowan’s quiet questions. They had made feel safe.

But the mory didn’t last. They never did.

"Lisa!"

The voice cracked through the air like thunder.

I flinched so hard my shoulder hit the edge of the bench. My heart jumped into my throat. My back straightened on instinct, like I was a soldier caught sleeping during duty.

No. Not now. Not when I was finally starting to breathe again.

"Lisa!" the voice ca again, sharper this ti.

Belinda.

Even just hearing her na in my head sent a chill down my spine. I stood quickly, wiping my palms on the sides of my dress, as if I could erase my mont of peace. As if I could hide the fact that I was human, and tired, and holding on by a thread.

My stomach turned cold, my peace shattering instantly.

"Yes?" I called out, my voice barely making it past my dry throat.

"Don’t make repeat myself!" she barked from sowhere down the hallway.

I stood quickly, brushing the dust from my skirt with shaking hands. My pulse raced. I didn’t know what she wanted. But I knew it wouldn’t be good.

The warmth of that childhood mory vanished completely.

And I was back in hell.