Sold to the Alpha Triplets

Chapter 6

The triplets glanced at each other while gulping down a little. I could see the nervousness in their eyes but wondered why.

“Uhm, nothing, Father,” Zev immediately uttered. The nervousness in his voice was evident.

Alpha Damian's eyes went down to the burnt toast on the floor.

“What’s this about?” Alpha Damian asked, glancing at me and the triplets.

Oh no, what should I say? I don’t want Alpha Damian to be mad at me.

“Uhm, I made breakfast for them,” I replied.

“You call this breakfast?” Jarl blurted out, showing the burnt toast to his father.

“Father, she tried to kill us with this bad food,” Orion complained as Zev muttered something.

“What are my sons saying?” Alpha Damian asked. Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew he was referring to me.

“I tried my best cooking for them. I don’t really know how to cook,” I admitted.

“You don’t know how to cook?” Jarl scoffed. “Didn’t your mother teach you anything?” Jarl added, making my eyes shine a little.

Blurry images immediately flashed through my mind. I felt a bit of pain in my head as I held it.

“I don’t have a mother,” I swiftly replied, causing an awkward tension in the air.

“How can you say you don’t have a mother? I mean, everyone has a mother,” Orion interjected.

“Probably an orphan,” Jarl added, eliciting a chuckle from Zev.

They were right. I am an orphan, with no idea who my parents were or where I belong. Where do I come from? The questions swirl in my head, but there are no answers.

Alpha Damian uttered, “That’s enough.”

My gaze was on the ground as I noticed the piece of burnt toast. I just hoped Alpha Damian wouldn’t punish me.

“Thalia, get them ready for school,” Alpha Damian ordered before leaving.

I turned to look at the triplets, their gaze already on me. “You guys probably know how to dress, right? So, I guess you don’t need me here,” I muttered and was about to leave when Zev’s voice stopped me.

“Wait,” Zev said. I turned to look at him, confused, as were Orion and Jarl.

“You must obey Father’s orders,” Zev told me. I tried to speak but only mumbled, not knowing what to say.

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Clothes landed on my face as Zev kept throwing them from his wardrobe, with Jarl and Orion doing the same.

I couldn’t imagine how huge their room was. The three of them shared it, but it looked like three different rooms, each lined up perfectly.

The left corner was painted green with Jarl's name on the wall, while the right side was for Orion, painted red with his name on the wall. The middle was completely black, including the bed and bedsheets, with "Zev" boldly written.

The room was amazing. I couldn’t help but wish I were rich and had my parents with me.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Orion said, bringing me back to reality.

“Nothing,” I muttered.

“Then where’s your head at?” Orion asked sheepishly.

I blinked, looking confused.

“Zev has been asking you to choose between his red jacket or black jacket,” Jarl said, pointing to an angry-looking Zev standing with two jackets in his hands.

“Why don’t you guys just wear the school uniform?” I suggested, making Jarl sneer.

Zev rolled his eyes, and Jarl stared at me like I had said something forbidden.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking at their expressions.

“We don’t follow the school; it follows us,” Jarl proudly uttered. I looked confused, not understanding what they meant.

“Don’t think about it, your mushy brain won’t understand,” Zev said, reading my thoughts. “Now tell me, which one?” he added.

“Black,” I said simply, smiling a little.

It was nice to see the triplets weren’t being total jerks right now, even though I still cursed them for the way they woke me up today.

“I guess I’ll go with the red,” Zev said, scoffing.

“Uhm, I said black,” I uttered, thinking maybe he didn’t hear me.

Zev turned to look at me. “Yes, I know. That’s why I’m going with the red,” he sneered, making Jarl and Orion chuckle.

“You see, I just wanted to know what a tasteless person would pick,” Zev added, making me annoyed as he looked at my dressing with disgust.

I was just wearing a plain white gown with my hair all over the place.

I don’t know why I bothered answering them in the first place. Well, maybe because they are the master's sons, and going against them is like going against Alpha Damian, my self-conscious reminded me, making me groan.

“Why are you still here?” Zev asked, looking at me with disgust.

I smiled. “If you guys don’t have anything to say, I guess I’ll take my leave,” I said, bowing slightly.

They just talked to each other, completely ignoring me.

I left the room. “Who do they think they are?” I yelled, frustrated, as I pushed my hair back.

“Why aren’t you in your uniform?” a voice said. I turned to see a middle-aged woman and some young girls looking at me.