Bullied By My Alpha Triplets

Chapter 13

Ivy's POV

The room had never felt so cold. The moment the triplets stepped in, the energy shifted, heavy with authority and confusion. All heads turned, including mine. I watched as Selena's face changed in an instant—dirst started, then innocent and vulnerable.

Ronan's voice cut through the murmurings like a blade. “What's going on here?”

Selena turned to him immediately, her hands pressing dramatically to her chest like she'd just survived a horrific attack. “Thank the Moon Goddess you're her,” she breathed. “Ivy…she tried to hurt me. I don't know what got into her. She brought a knife in here, said it was for cutting apples but then she—she lunged at me. I barely got away.”

Gasps filled the air, and some of the pack members nodded, already wrapped around her words.

Ronan looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Is that true?” he asked, his voice even, but not cold. Not yet.

I raised my head slowly, my body trembling. “No,” I said quietly. “It's not true. I was only cutting apples, just like she asked. I never touched her.”

Selena's eyes glared with outrage. “Why are you even asking her? Are you seriously considering her opinion right now?” She snapped, stepping in front of Ronan like she needed to protect him from my presence. “She's a liar. She should be banished from the pack house–better yet, she should be killed for trying to murder me. Isn't that what we do to traitors?”

A murmur of agreement came from some of the gathered wolves.

My breath caught. My hands trembled at my sides, my knuckles white from how tightly I was clenching them. Tears welled in my eyes before slipping silently down my cheeks. I kept my head low, unable to look any of them in the eye. Not even Ronan.

“You're lying,” I said suddenly, my voice rising with emotion. I looked up, staring directly at Selena, my tear-streaked face twisted with disbelief. “You're lying and you know it. I didn't touch you. I didn't do anything!”

Selena walked forward, each step deliberate, her eyes raking over me with disgust like I was something rotting in the sun. “Lies? What's a lie and what's true, Ivy?” Her voice was soft, almost mocking. “The truth is that you came into this room with the intention to injure me, or maybe worse. And you almost succeeded at that.”

She reached up and dramatically pulled her shirt collar aside, revealing a scratch on the side of her neck. It was red and fresh.

The room fell silent.

“That's not from me,” I whispered, backing up a step. “Selena, tell them the truth. Please…”

But she only stepped forward and shoved me with both hands.

I stumbled backward, crashing hard into the floor. A sharp cry tore from my lips as my wrists hit the edge of the table on the way down, pain blooming instantly through my arms. I sat there, stunned, the ache in my bones nothing compared to the ache blooming in my chest. I looked around—at the pack members, at the triplets, at all the people I'd thought I could at least coexist with—and saw nothing but doubt, mistrust, even disgust.

I felt something inside me shatter.

My eyes flared with pain and fury as I slowly pushed myself up from the floor, cradling my wrists. “You're all going to believe her?” I rasped. “You think I'm capable of attacking her? For what reason? Because I was cutting apples? Because I don't fit in? *

No one answered me.

And then, through the silence, a small voice rose.

“Lady Ivy didn't do anything wrong.”

All heads turned to the maid standing near the corner. She was young, shaking, clearly terrified. But she took a breath and stepped forward anyway. “I saw everything,” she said. “I was right there. Ivy was just slicing apples, like she said. Selena took the knife and scratched herself. Ivy didn't even touch her.”

Selena's face paled.

Gasps echoed around the room.

Selena spun around. “What are you talking about? You're lying! I don't even know you are.”

The maid shook her head. “I'm not lying. I saw you do it. I didn't say anything earlier because I was scared. But this isn't right.”

All three of the triplets went quiet, but their stares landed squarely on Selena. And it was Kiernan who moved first.

He stepped forward slowly, towering over Selena. His presence was suffocating, his eyes dark and dangerous as they bored into her. The air around him practically crackled with fury.

“Is that true?” he asked. Quiet. Deadly. Each word felt like it had weight.

Selena took a step back, faltering. “Of course not,” she said, forcing a weak laugh. “She's trying to protect Ivy. Why would I scratch myself? That's ridiculous.”

Kiernan didn't move. “Answer me properly, Selena. Did you scratch yourself?”

Selena's lip quivered. “No.”

Kiernan’s eyes narrowed. “Are you lying to me?”

She hesitated. Too long.

And that was all the answer he needed.

Elias took a step closer now, his arms still folded but his voice sharp. “You'd better start explaining. Now.”

Selena's confidence crumbled. “It was just a scratch. I didn't think anyone would believe me otherwise,” she said finally, her voice sinking. “I just wanted her gone. She's always around, like she's something special. I was tired of seeing her face in the pack house.”

“You lied,” Ronan said, cold fury lacing every syllable. “You accused her. You had the entire pack ready to turn on her. And you injured yourself and blamed her for it?”

Selena looked around, realizing that no one was backing her anymore. Even the murmurs had gone still.

“I didn't mean for it to go that far,” she whispered.

“You meant for her to be killed,” Kiernan said flatly. “Don't play innocent now.”

I was still on the floor, my breathing uneven. I didn't look at Selena. I didn't want to. My eyes were on the triplets, silently begging them to see how deeply I'd been wronged.

“We'll deal with you,” Elias said to Selena. “But you're done here. Leave. Now.”

Selena's eyes widened in shock. “You're kicking me out?”

Kiernan didn't flinch. “Out. Before I make you crawl.”

Selena turned, trembling with rage and humiliation, and stormed past the crowd. No one moved to stop her.

Once she was gone, all eyes turned to me again. I stood slowly, still favoring my wrists, and finally lifted my gaze to the three brothers.

None of them said a word.

And for once, silence didn't feel like judgement. It felt like justice.