Reborn for revenge; Claimed by the Alpha triplets.

The gates of Valen academy stood tall and high, in all its glory. Jessica stood in front of the grand entrance, clutching the strap of her worn-out backpack, trying her best to hide her anxiety. Her heart thudded beneath her chest, not with excitement like the other students buzzing past her, but with dread. Around her, high-born wolves strutted through the campus like they owned the place. They moved with power and grace and screamed luxury and wealth. One that Jessica could only dream of ever having. She swallowed hard and stepped forward. She had barely taken ten steps when she heard someone behind her. “Wolfless,” someone whispered with a sneer and another snickered at the jab. Jessica kept her head down. She had always known she wasn’t like the others. Her parents had died in a rogue attack when she was just a baby. She’d grown up in the foster system, bouncing between homes that only pretended to care about her but we're actually more concerned about the money from the foster system. When she got the acceptance letter from Valen, she thought it was a mistake. A prestigious werewolf academy didn’t make a habit of inviting nobodies. So why her? But the letter was real. The scholarship too. Her years toiling away at school and keeping her nose stuck in a book must have finally paid off. It should be a blessing but Jessica was starting to think it wasn't but she wouldn't let an opportunity like this go. She didn’t believe in miracles. But she did believe in chances. And this… this was hers. Or so she thought. By lunch, the fantasy had shattered. “Hey, scholarship girl,” a voice called behind her. Jessica had managed to survive her classes, she heard whispers everywhere she went and now on her way to lunch, she felt fear as her name or more like her new nickname was called out. Jessica turned around slowly, already on edge. They stood like shadows, three of them, tall, intimidating, and breathtaking. Damien. David. Dominick. The infamous triplets. Sons of Alpha Killian. Known across the region as the “Three Lords” of Valen Academy. And every nightmare wrapped in pretty faces. People paused to watch the scene unfold and Jessica wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Damien, the eldest by seconds, stepped forward. His icy blue eyes scanned her like she was filth. “We just wanted to welcome you to our school but then I remembered where you came from… nowhere. We don’t like charity cases walking around like they belong.” “I—I didn’t mean to—” Jessica stammered. “Did she just stutter?” David laughed, flicking a piece of lint from his blazer like her presence had dirtied him. “Adorable.” Dominick said nothing. He just stared with unsettling calm, head tilted slightly like he was watching something interesting. Something he planned to shatter. Jessica felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn’t wait for them to say more. She turned and walked away, fast. The cafeteria was no better. Her tray was mysteriously knocked over. No one sat with her. Whispers followed her everywhere she turned, she couldn't take it anymore. By the time classes ended, her books had been vandalized, her locker trashed. The words "WOLFLESS w***e" were scrawled in red marker across her biology notebook. She cried that night. Alone in her dorm room with her blanket clutched tight, she cried the way she hadn't in years. It wasn’t just the humiliation. It was the reminder that she didn’t belong here with the high bloods, their arrogance, their wealth and their wolves and she so desperately wanted to leave but where would she go? She didn’t even have a wolf. But she had pride. And a plan. She would survive. She’d study harder, be better. Make her presence undeniable and she would make something of herself in the future. The next morning, she walked into class with her head held a little higher. She answered every question. Raised her hand first. Her essays were praised by Professor Harren, and her spellwork, was precise and creative. People began to notice. Some even smiled at her in passing. That’s when the triplets grew crueler. They didn’t just want her humiliated. They wanted her gone especially now that she chose to ignore them. No one ignores the king's of Valen. Over the following weeks, Jessica became their favorite game. They switched out her uniform with one two sizes smaller, tripped her during combat training, and once locked her in the supply room during a fire drill. But she endured. She always endured. Until one day, she didn’t show up to class. Professor Harren marked her absence. It wasn’t like her. She was always early. Always eager. By lunchtime, her absence was the talk of the academy. By evening, the whispers turned dark. They found her in the girls’ restroom on the third floor. Battered. Bruised. Dead. Her body lay sprawled on the tiled floor, blood seeping from a wound near her temple. Her clothes were torn, her lip split and her eyes were wide open in a frozen stare of terror. She looked like she had tried to crawl. One hand was outstretched, the nails broken and bloodied as if she’d scratched at the floor… or at something else. The news spread like wildfire and the school was in an uproar. Theories, accusations flew around the whole school. All eyes turned to the triplets. Damien. David. Dominick. The last to see her. The most evident tormentors of Jessica. Their names were spoken with disgust even though they couldn't out rightly blame the kings. Everyone thought it was them, even the lecturer's alike but no evidence linked them directly. They were suspended for questioning. But returned a week later, with no punishments or conclusion on whether they were the perpetrators or not. Jessica’s death was ruled a suicide, a fragile girl who couldn’t take the pressure of being amongst the strong and the wealthy. The academy moved on. As it always did. Her name faded and the whispers died down.