Badass Luna For Alpha Triplets

••• Isabella’s POV ••• “Ouch!” I yelped in pain as my arm was gripped by a soft, slightly larger hand with all five fingernails digging into my flesh just as I entered the house after a long day of work. One look at my stepmom’s twisted, ugly face, and I instantly knew what day it was today, and what would entail next. “Why did you just come home this late? Don’t you know I have to go away soon, and your father’s guests are arriving in less than two hours?” She still hadn’t released my arm, and I swore she deliberately strengthened her grip cause I could smell the coppery scent of blood. Sure enough, those long nails of hers had turned into claws, hurting me even more, but I refused to wince or show any reaction to how much she was hurting me. “Are you deaf?” she asked and yanked me into the house, making me tumble forward. “No, I’m not deaf and yes, I heard you loud and clear,” I said, yanking my hand away from her vicious grip, not even bothering to hide the irritation and impatience in my voice. “If you knew, you would have come back sooner,” she scoffed, pushing me into the living room. “Who knows why you are always outside every day. You are a disgrace to the Alpha’s name!” “Dear!” she shouted to my father. “Look at how your daughter behaves in front of me! She has no respect whatsoever for me!” I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous my stepmother was. It was like all she could do was complain about my behavior to my father. She thought she could wrap me around her fingers when she married my father, but she was wrong. Well, she wasn’t a hundred percent wrong, though, even I had to admit it. It wasn’t that I wanted to follow her rules or be obedient, oh, I was far from obedient, trust me on that. I hadn’t turned eighteen yet, so I was still bound to stay with them, but there were many things they didn’t know about me. One, I had been taking part-time jobs, a lot of them, to save as much money as I could. The second point was that they didn’t know I had done well in school and received a scholarship for my excellent results. With that, I had submitted my college applications. I was just waiting for the results, which brought us back to point one, because when I was admitted into any of the colleges, I would make sure I stayed at the dorm or a small apartment near the campus. Since there were still about six months for me to wait to know the results, I was happy doing part-time work, which consisted of being a barista or even doing construction labor. It was better than staying in the house all day and serving my so-called family. My stepmother and stepbrother had also treated me like an Omega, and my father had always turned a blind eye to it, even though I was also his flesh and blood. “Isabella, try to respect your mother!” I heard my dad yell from somewhere in the house… Most probably from the living room, because today was the day when the Alphas from the neighboring packs would come to our pack and just…chill. Unfortunately for me, I had to be the one preparing dinner. Fortunately for me, my dad had never abused me because he kinda needed me. He always gave me “hush” money every time this day came. Why? Because the Lunas wouldn’t be here. While the Alphas had their own gathering, the Lunas also had their own - much classier if I deduced from how my stepmother dressed and her stories each time she returned. My stepmother looked at her watch and glared at me. “Make sure to cook delicious food and bring our best alcohol. Don’t embarrass our pack,” she warned me. Again. Before she left, she kissed my father and talked with my stepbrother about something I didn’t care about. I stepped further into the pack house, and sure enough, both my father and stepbrother were in front of the TV. They were useless, as were their friends. “Isabella, prepare the usual,” my father ordered without even sparing me a glance, and slid an envelope across the table. “You know not to breathe a word about this event.” I picked up the envelope and shamelessly counted the money in front of them. Once I was satisfied, I replied, “Of course, Father.” I smiled at him, although inwardly I was sneering at the absurdity of the situation. I was born in one of the smaller packs, the Grey Dusk Pack. When I was around ten years old, Mom found out Dad had a mistress, my current stepmother, so she rejected him. From what I heard, she had found her second chance mate, who was much stronger than my father. Since my mom moved, we had never really had a close relationship. Did I hate my mom for leaving me with my dad? Of course! But then I was his direct descendant, so Mom said I had to stay at the Grey Dusk Pack to be the next Alpha-in-line which was just a bullshit reason now that I thought about it. Everyone knew my stepbrother would inherit the title as he was also my dad’s son. That was why I had always saved money to get away from this hellhole of a pack as soon as I could. All the colleges I applied to were far from the Grey Dusk Pack. Alright, back to the current situation, I started cooking dinner, even preparing snacks, because I knew the Alphas would most probably get drunk and would stay overnight or even more while their Lunas had a gathering on a yacht, private island, or any other upscale establishment. Just the usual she-wolves pampering gathering, you know? By the time I had finished cooking and placed all the meals and werewolf alcohol so they could get drunk, the Alphas had started arriving. Not much to my surprise, each one of them had an escort in their arms. They even brought one for my dad and stepbrother. I wondered how their Lunas would react if they knew their mates were having orgies regularly while they went on their merryway thinking their mates would never cheat on them. This was why I hated Aphas or anyone with authority. Other than detesting the way they always acted arrogantly, Dad cheated on Mom, as did all the Alphas gathering here. They were disgusting. I would never want an Alpha as my mate. Alphas were also known to be possessive, dominant, and expected their mates to submit to their every whim. I would rather die than submit to my mate. I still had many things I wanted to experience. Even though I had Alpha blood running in my veins, I didn’t mind having someone of a lower rank as long as they respected how I ran my life. If the Moon Goddess matched me with an Alpha, I would most probably reject him, although I knew how much the rejection process would hurt. When the time turned into more of a debauchery event, I slipped into my bedroom. I didn’t need to see all those images. I even had to buy a noise-canceling earphone, which, for me, was a waste of money, but it would be better than listening to all those s*x noises. The first time I saw the scene, I vomited all my dinner, especially when one of the Alphas tried to include me in their orgies. Nope, just nope. Since then, I have made sure everything they needed and more were ready so I could stay in my room without them suddenly pounding on my door demanding more alcohol, snacks, or whatever, because they would be naked by then. I eyed my phone and scrolled through it, but knew there wouldn’t be anything on it. My phone was an older model that could only place and answer calls and receive and send messages. It didn’t have social media installed on it, and I didn’t really use it since I didn’t really have any friends. As I listened to music and drifted off to sleep, suddenly I felt someone coming into my room and a pair of hands roaming through my body. What the heck?! My eyes flew open so fast to see my drunken stepbrother trying to assault me! I struggled, and because of the many part-time jobs I had, I wasn’t weak. Another point was that he was drunk, another advantage for me. Like hell I would allow him to touch me! In our struggle, I kneed his balls so hard he doubled over from the pain and yelled at me, “I will tell Dad and Mom about this! You should feel grateful I chose you over the escort they brought for me!” I cursed! This was another reason I hated Alpha, or Alpha-in-line. They thought everyone would feel grateful if they chose to sleep with us. Not me, though. And he was my stepbrother, for Goddess’ sake! An ugly one at that! “Just go and tell them!” I snarled at him. “Then everyone will know how you wanted your stepsister. You are twisted and disgusting!” I quickly shoved all my savings, other important stuff, and a few clothes into a small bag. I couldn’t stay in this pack anymore. It was time to escape, although it was sooner than I expected. I dashed toward the front door, ignoring all the tangled limbs in the living room, and kept running. I had only one destination in my mind - my mom’s new pack! I had to get there since I had nowhere else to go, and I wouldn’t waste my money when I had a place to stay before I was enrolled in college.