The Alpha’s Triplets

The sound of people walking around, chattering, and noises made Zoey, a young, naive, pretty lady, stir in her sleep. She laid in a small unventilated and unattractive room, cuddling up on her bed. Her eyes opened clearly and stared back at the ceiling. Zoey's eyes gritted with fatigue, her mind foggy from a sleepless night of scrubbing and rinsing. Her stepmother's sharp voice echoed in her mind: 'Spotless, Zoey. No sloppiness.' Her hands ached, and her face felt sticky due to the amount of tears and sorrow she had felt. Today! Today was the day her step mother and sister had been waiting for. Today is the day the Alpha son is coming back to ascend the throne. The Alpha died weeks ago and his son is to take over. Today is the coronation day. Her stepsister, Maria, had been excited along with her mother. They had been invited since they were from a respectable and reputable family. Ever since her mother died, she had been suffering at her stepmother's hands. She missed her mom so much and wished she was still alive. A tear slipped down her face, and she quickly wiped it away.Even Maria, her step sister, wasn't out. She takes any chance to make her life worse than it is. She was an Omega, a lowly one who lived a pitiful life. Her father never had the time for them. Never had the time for her and never had the time for the house. Zoey heard rapid footsteps approaching, followed by a heavy knock on her door. Rapid footsteps echoed outside Zoey's door, followed by a sharp knock. 'Zoey, get up!' Maria's voice snapped, venomous with impatience. "You'll make me late to the coronation, won't you?” "I really don't know why you have to be there." She said with envy laced deeply in her voice. Zoey stood up abruptly and stumbled backward. She needed more sleep but not here. Maybe when she gets to the party, she can find a place to take a quick rest. Zoey thought and headed to the bathroom hurriedly. Their family was invited to the coronation and she had to follow her sister since she is the eldest. Maria had refused vehemently, displeased with the idea of Zoey, a lowly Omega, following her to the new king's coronation. There, she wanted to make more friends, and with wealthy sophisticated people but taking Zoey with her, she would rather tag her as her maid. Zoey was done bathing in no time. She came out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped on her body. She dried herself and picked out her underwear. Her door opened immediately and she gasped, turning to check who entered. Maria entered, her elegance contrasting with the tattered cloth. Her face shone with pride, but her eyes flashed hate and contempt, piercing Zoey. Zoey's eyes locked onto Maria's, and a spark of resentment flashed, making her heart sink. The familiar look made her feel inferior. Maria's brunette hair cascaded in waves down her back, framing a face radiant with pride and beauty. Her eyes sparkled with a confidence that made Zoey feel dull and insignificant by comparison. She hated Zoey and hated Zoey's face. She felt she was better than Zoey and always trampled on her to make herself feel better. "Take." Maria thrust the tattered dress at Zoey, who wrinkled her nose in distaste and hesitated, unsure if she should accept it. Maria scoffed and threw it on her. "That's your dress for the coronation party." Maria said and turned her back on her. "What?" Zoey exclaimed slowly but to Maria's hearing. "This is.." She groaned and raised the clothes up. What was she planning to do? Maria stood at the doorway and turned to look at her to reply to her inquisitiveness. "You are wearing that to the coronation party. I will rather take you as my maid than take you as my sister. Have you checked yourself out in the mirror?" She spat on her. "I look much better than you. We are different looking from each other. Now get that dress on. I wouldn't want to be late to the party." She raised her voice slightly on her and banged the door loudly. Zoey's fingers wrapped around the dress like a vice, the frayed edges digging into her palms. The faded fabric and worn seams seemed to mock her, the familiar sight igniting a spark of resentment that smoldered deep within her. The familiar sight of frayed edges and faded fabric only added to her despair, a constant reminder of her mistreatment since her mother's passing. A party where the high rank will be present and the wealthy, she wanted to take her on as a maid. Then it's the usual, she is keen on embarrassing her there. Zoey hastily put on the tattered dress, her gaze meeting her reflection with disdain. Her unkempt hair and swollen face stared back, a stark reminder of her misery. But what can she do? She is pitiful, herself. The worn out and tattered gown hung tightly on her body. *If you spend too long, you will get another insult and beating from them. It's better you get going now." A low, rumbling growl vibrated through Zoey's chest, her wolf's discontent simmering just below the surface. She could feel its frustration, a mirror of her own, as she gazed at the tattered dress in her hand. Yet, beneath the irritation, Zoey detected a hint of excitement in her wolf's tone. She ignored it and walked out the room, heading to the large spacious living room. Maria sat on the couch, her focus was on her phone. Her mother stood beside her as their eyes collided with each other. She gave out a smirk and glanced back at Maria. "She is here." Maria's mother announced. Maria snapped her head towards Zoey and stood up abruptly. She picked up her purse and moved towards her. She handed over the purse to her which Zoey collected and held tightly. Zoey ran her eyes over Maria's body and was in awe with her dress. She wore a short fitted royal blue gown which stopped below her knees. Is she going there to seduce the Alpha? Her dress made Zoey insecure as she stepped away from her sight and made her pass while she walked behind with her eyes on the floor. Maria glided across the room with effortless poise, her royal blue gown accentuating her curves. In contrast, Zoey's tattered dress seemed to shrink her presence. A pang of envy struck Zoey as she gazed at Maria's elegance. Zoey's gaze dropped to the floor as Maria swept past her, the elegant folds of her royal blue gown a stark contrast to Zoey's tattered dress. Zoey's shoulders slumped as she trailed behind Maria, her eyes fixed on the floor to avoid the scrutiny of her stepmother and sister. The soft rustle of Maria's gown seemed to mock her, a reminder of the vast chasm between their lives. She had always made her feel that way but are they seriously going to let her go, dressed as a maid, to a coronation party held by the Royal Families. Zoey rushed forward and opened the car door for Maria. She entered the car and sat inside comfortably with her legs crossed. Zoey rushed over to the other side and opened it to get in. Zoey hastily exited the car, but Maria's shrill voice cut her off. 'What do you think you're doing? Get back here!' Maria's hand shot out, shoving Zoey roughly. "How dare you sit beside me? Go sit at the front with the driver." She ordered. Zoey closed the door and dragged her feet towards the front door. She got in as the driver looked at her with a pitiful look. *Nevertheless, a sit is a sit.* Her wolf scoffed and retreated back to her mind.