Third person's POV
Emma hadn't wanted to do that much; she didn't have it in mind to yell, but she knew she had to. She had wanted them to feel what she had felt: neglect. Yes, she felt that.
It was something that they could have been busy with the activities of being the pack leader or just working on some things in the house. She would have understood that, but they weren't doing any of that. The image of them with another woman—the smiles, the laughter, the affection they dedicated to that woman—infuriated her so much that she wanted to pay them back in their own coin.
Her thoughts evaporated with resentment and scorn. How could they so callously discard her? She knew that wasn't what happened, but she didn't care. The triplets ignored her and they made fun of her again.
Her heart a
