Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 42 - rot?

42

~Lisa’s POV

After Belinda left the clinic, the room felt colder.

Her cruel words kept replaying in my head like a broken song.

"If you want to die... do it right next ti."

I stared at the ceiling, blinking back more tears, but it was no use. They ca anyway, hot and heavy, soaking my pillow just like before.

I turned slowly on the small bed, careful not to pull the bandage on my arm. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t as loud as the ache inside my chest.

I missed my dad.

So, so much.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture his face. His warm smile. His rough hands always held mine when I was scared. The way he used to sing to softly at night, even when he was tired from work.

He was the only one who ever truly loved .

He didn’t care that I was human. He didn’t care that I was small, or weak, or quiet.

To him, I was enough.

And I left him behind.

A sob escaped my lips as I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. I didn’t want anyone to hear. Not the guards. Not the nurses. Definitely not the triplets.

They’d just laugh.

I wondered how he was doing now.

Was he still sick?

Had he gotten worse?

Was he... still alive?

That last thought nearly broke .

I hugged myself tighter, curling up like a child under the blanket.

I’m sorry, Dad, I whispered in my head. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve taken care of you instead of coming here.

A shiver ran through my body, and I buried my face into the pillow.

I missed him.

I missed the way he called "sunshine."

I missed the sll of ho, the sound of birds in the morning, the warm tea we used to drink together before bed.

I missed the peace.

And I missed being loved.

No one here loved .

Not one soul.

The loneliness wrapped around like a cold fog, and slowly, through my tears, I drifted off to sleep.

The last thing I saw was the mory of my father’s smile.

And the last thing I felt was the pain of knowing I might never see him again.

I was tired.

Not just in my body, but in my soul.

After everything, I stopped fighting. I didn’t have the strength anymore, not to cry, not to scream, not even to ask "why." I just let the nurses give my dicine. I swallowed whatever pills they handed , nodded when they spoke to , and stared at the wall the rest of the ti.

I wasn’t healing.

I was hiding inside myself.

Two days passed, and they finally told I could go.

The nurse didn’t say goodbye.

No one did.

They just handed back my worn-out clothes and led out of the clinic like I was invisible.

I walked slowly to my room. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging chains behind . When I reached my door, I didn’t even bother shutting it properly. I just collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

I didn’t know what to feel anymore.

I didn’t want revenge.

I didn’t want to scream.

I just wanted peace.

So I made a decision.

I would stay quiet.

I would keep my head low.

I would survive, nothing more.

I wouldn’t talk to anyone. I wouldn’t look at the triplets if I could help it. I would do my chores quietly and disappear into the background. That way, maybe they’d forget I existed. Maybe they wouldn’t hurt again.

But life in this palace never worked that way.

I was in the laundry room the next day, folding sheets slowly, my hands still sore from everything. The other maids ignored like always, whispering and laughing in their corners.

Then a guard stepped in.

He didn’t even blink when he looked at . Just said the words coldly.

"The alphas want to see you. Now."

My heart stopped.

I froze with a sheet half-folded in my hands.

I wanted to say no.

I wanted to run.

But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

My hands trembled as I followed him through the hallway. I kept my eyes low, walking quietly like I always did. I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to talk. Or laugh. Or punish again.

I thought maybe they wanted to scold about sothing I had forgotten. Or maybe bla again for Milo. I didn’t know.

But I never expected... that. Never expected that they would raped .

I don’t rember all of it.

I only rember how it felt.

How the room suddenly beca too small. How their voices felt louder than ever. How my body stopped listening to .

I rember the pain. The fear. The way I froze when I should have run.

And then... nothing.

Like my mind shut a door and locked it to protect .

I woke up later on the floor, cold and shaking. My clothes were torn. My heart was beating too fast.

I didn’t cry.

Not then.

I just stared at the ceiling and felt empty. Like I wasn’t inside my body anymore.

I don’t know how long I lay there.

"You’ve had enough ti to cry and roll around in bed," Rowan said sharply, not even looking at . "You’re not dead. That ans you’re fine."

I swallowed hard.

Kael leaned back in his chair. "Get dressed. Return to your duties."

I blinked, slowly lifting my eyes.

"What?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"You heard ," he said, with a tone like I’d asked the stupidest question in the world. "You’re not special, human. We don’t have ti for your little emotional breakdowns."

Damon smirked without humor. "The palace still needs cleaning. Food still needs cooking. Or would you rather go back to the cell and rot?"

A deep sting grew in my chest.