The Triplet Alphas’ Private Stripper

Episode 2

Riley's POV

“Who’s there?” I yelled, my voice trembling with fear. A cold shiver ran through my body as I spun around, searching for the source of the voice. As far as I knew, I was alone in the house.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s me. I’m you,” the voice said weakly, barely above a whisper.

“Oh s**t!” I exclaimed as realization dawned on me. It wasn’t anyone else, it was my inner wolf. She had just started speaking with me last week, and this was only the second time. I certainly wasn’t used to it yet.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize it was you for a second.” I apologized with my eyes closed as I tried to connect to her, my voice shaking as I exhaled in relief. “I... I want to accept the offer, I want to go to school, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared,” my inner wolf whispered gently. “Remember the promise you made to your father. I’m here to guide you and protect you, so you’re not alone.” Her voice was soothing and calm.

***

The first day at a new school was always nerve-wracking, but as I walked through the gates, my stomach churned with anxiety. Being a lowly Omega made it worse. The stories I’d heard about what happened to Omegas here were enough to make anyone reconsider, but I was determined. Maybe I could last. I had to. No matter how many insults I had to swallow or how much I had to bite my tongue, I was going to succeed.

“I just have to make myself invisible,” I mumbled, my voice trembling as I took a deep breath, my eyes closed.

I took a second look at myself to make sure I was good to go. My uniform clung to my body like a second skin, revealing my hips and curves, and making me feel very uncomfortable. I contemplated pulling out my sweatshirt from my backpack to cover up as I stood around nervously but decided against it.

“I doubt anyone will even notice me,” I assured myself, heaving a deep breath as I proceeded inside the hallway.

I glanced around nervously. I could feel the stares piercing through me. What was I thinking, assuming no one would recognize me? I was once the daughter of a renowned Beta who most young girls envied, and let’s not forget about my father’s tragic but dramatic death that has been the topic in most households for the past two years. I could hear the whispers and see the disdainful looks from every corner.

“What the hell is she doing here?” I heard someone murmur in disgust.

I wasn’t surprised; some students here knew me, knew what I was, a lowly Omega. If only my father were alive, I would be among the Elites, not the scorned.

“She thinks she can last here?” a voice sneered from behind me, mocking laughter following the comment.

Ignoring them and fighting back my tears, I clenched my trembling fists. I wasn’t going to allow their mockery to break me. I vowed to myself, right then and there, that I would succeed no matter what it cost me.

Walking down this hallway brought back a memory I fought hard to forget. The first night I started working at the strip club, I can still remember it vividly as if it were yesterday. I had experienced a harsh initiation. Being my first night, I was scared, nervous, and emotional. Apart from the fact that I had lied about my age and was scared of being caught by my boss, I wasn’t sure I wanted this job, this wasn’t what I had imagined for myself. I had dreams, and my parents had my future planned out. But the realization that I had no choice hit me hard, and all I wanted at that moment was for someone to pull me into a hug and assure me everything was going to be fine.

Skeptically, I had chosen my outfit in the changing room, only to have it snatched from my hands by one of the senior girls.

“I picked that,” I said, my voice trembling.

“And I’m taking it,” she snapped back aggressively, with so much hate and disdain in her voice. She looked way older and bigger than me. I knew I had no chance, but I wasn't just going to stand and let anyone intimidate me.

“No, you’re not. It’s mine, and I won’t let you have it,” I fired back defensively, as I attempted to snatch it back. We both started to aggressively pull on each side, struggling to claim the dress. A wide, satisfactory smile spread across my face as the sound of the dress ripping into pieces filled the air.

“You brat!” she yelled, irritated, her hand coming down hard across my cheek. The manager walked in at that moment, my hand clinging to my cheek hard as tears rolled down my face. My jaw clenched in anger, and I could feel my insides burning with rage. Just as I was about to pounce on her, I felt a strong force pull me back.

“Stop it right now!” the manager yelled, staring at me with angry eyes. Taking one look at me, he declared, “If you want to last here, you mustn’t fight. Respect your seniors!”

From that day onwards, my colleagues did all sorts of despicable things to me; they made my life a living hell. I have survived two years in that place. I could survive here.

I jolted out of my thoughts, a loud gasp filling the hallway as I suddenly collided with something solid, my books crashing to the ground.

“I’m so...” I started, but my voice caught in my throat as my eyes fell on the most handsome man I had ever seen. Time seemed to freeze as our eyes met. His stoic blue eyes, as icy as the sea, stared back at me, and in that moment, the world around us blurred. His features were like a work of art, each detail perfectly crafted. His curly ash-blonde hair framed his face, and his lithe physique exuded a quiet strength. I felt a flutter in my chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. I couldn't look away, captivated by his presence.

As I stood there, mesmerized by his presence, the illusion shattered as he looked at me with disdain, his gaze feeling like a cold slap. He didn't say a word, just turned and walked away, leaving me feeling like filthy dirt under his feet. I was jolted back to reality. His disdainful stare lingered in my mind, leaving me with a sense of unease. Who was he, and why did he exude such a dangerous aura? It was like he carried a storm within him, ready to unleash at any moment. I shrugged my shoulders and shook off the feeling, picked up my books, and continued my walk to class.

Finally, I was able to locate my classroom with the map provided on the school website. I wasn’t surprised to feel eyes on me from every angle as I walked into the class. I walked around the classroom, trying to find a seat, but no one would let me sit next to them, their cold shoulders making it clear I wasn't welcome.

A few minutes later, I found an empty seat at the very back of the class and settled in, but the murmurs started immediately.

“She must be insane; she just bought herself suffering,” someone muttered, leaving me even more confused.

I didn't understand what they meant until the teacher walked in, immediately followed by three boys who looked almost identical. Even though they didn't exactly look like each other, one could easily tell they were triplets.

I was stunned when they suddenly started walking toward me. My mouth fell open in awe as the three majestic boys stood before my table. I couldn't fathom which was more handsome among the three; it was obvious they were perfectly crafted. I was forced to snap out of dreamland as I saw the disdainful look on their faces and felt even more embarrassed they caught me drooling.

“Get your ass up,” commanded the one I had bumped into earlier, who I now realized is one of the triplets, his tone as cold and unyielding as his expression.

I froze, looking to the teacher for support, but she said nothing as she focused her attention on the book in front of her.

“Who is this dumb scholarship student who doesn't know the triplets?” a student shouted, causing the murmurs in class to skyrocket. This only spiked my curiosity.

“She must live under a rock if she doesn't know Lycan Lockwood’s triplets and what they are capable of,” another student added. I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. I had heard a lot of terrible things about the triplets but had never had the opportunity to meet them since I wasn't allowed to follow my father to the mansion when he was alive.

Embarrassed, I jumped up, not sure where to go. Finally spotting a chair at the other end of the class, I made my way there.

“Stop!” a voice commanded sternly from behind just as I was about to take the second step. I turned back swiftly towards the triplets, staring at them curiously. “What could they possibly want again?” I thought inwardly with an eye roll.

“You’ve missed your chance to receive today’s class,” another one of the triplets said coldly. “Stay outside the class.”

“But I…” I opened my mouth to protest, but the teacher's voice cut through the air.

“Do as they say, miss. Leave my class,” she commanded sternly, her eyes fixed everywhere but on me.

I gathered my things, my heart sinking. What kind of school had I gotten myself into? As I walked out of the classroom, I realized just how far I had to go if I wanted to survive there.