Bullied By My Alpha Triplets

Chapter 14

Ivy's POV

The door slammed shut behind Selena, and for a moment, I could still feel the weight of her lies clinging to my skin like smoke. I had never been so upset in my entire life, and no one was more happier that her lies were exposed than I was. The room remained frozen, tense, and charged, as if even the walls were waiting for something else to explode. No one moved. No one spoke. The silent tension tore through my skin like melted glass. I was silently observing the room from the corner of my eyes, I could look, I couldn't move, I could speak. I was too overwhelmed.

Then, slowly, the triplets turned their gazes on me.

Tiger gazes felt so judgemental that I had braced myself for more judgment, more cold stares, more accusations. My heart was still thudding wildly in my chest, and my wrists throbbed where I'd caught the edge of the table. I wanted to run, to disappear, to have the ground swallow me whole, to not have every eye in the room pin me in place like I was some dangerous creature on display.

But instead of saying anything, Ronan raised his hand in a quiet but commanding gesture.

“Everyone. Out.”

A small sigh of relieve left my lips, and slowly the crowd began dissipating little by little.

There was no argument. No hesitation. The pack members began to shuffle out, some of them stealing glances at me, shame in their eyes. Shame, but not apology. Not a single one said a word to me. Not a single one dared.

The maid who had spoken up looked back once. Our eyes met. Hers were wide and frightened, but there was a flicker of something else there too—resolve. I gave her a tiny nod. I didn’t know her name, but she had changed everything. She had saved me, she was my hero in that moment.

Not all heroes wear capes.

It all made sense in that moment, and I wished I could give her a hug there and then.

And then, the room was empty.

Except for me.

And them.

The three of them stood in silence. I could hear my own breathing, ragged and uneven. I didn’t want to cry again, not in front of them, not when I’d already looked so weak. But my hands wouldn’t stop trembling, and my legs felt like they might give out any second.

Kieran’s eyes were the first to find mine. Cold. Piercing. But not cruel.

“You should have fought back harder,” he said, voice low but firm. “You let her tell your story.”

I blinked at him. The words hit hard. Maybe because they were true. But they still stung.

“I was trying not to cause trouble,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You all already think I’m—”

“Don’t speak for us,” he cut in, his tone sharp.

I stared at him, then looked away, heat burning the back of my throat. My hands clenched at my sides. “It wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” I whispered bitterly. “No one would’ve believed me. You saw it. They were ready to tear me apart.”

Elias exhaled heavily and rubbed a hand down his face, as if he didn’t want to be here any more than I did. Ronan hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even moved. He was just watching me, that unreadable expression carved into his face like stone.

I forced myself to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to, but I had to. I had to know what he saw when he looked at me.

Pity?

Disgust?

Guilt?

I couldn’t tell. And that scared me more than anything.

Then, without a word, Ronan turned and walked toward the door. For a second, I thought he was going to leave too, but he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Come with us.”

I hesitated.

My body froze.

Why? Where?

No explanation. No hint of emotion in his voice. No kindness, no reassurance.

Just an order.

I looked at the door. Looked at the brothers. My feet didn’t want to move. Every instinct screamed at me to stay rooted to the floor, to not go wherever they were taking me. I didn’t trust them. I couldn’t. Not after everything.

But I also didn’t have a choice.

So I followed.

I kept my head down as we walked through the pack house, aware of every glance, every whisper, every lingering stare. Some of them looked curious. Others looked smug. Some wouldn’t even look at me at all.

I felt exposed. Like I was walking to my own execution.

But the triplets didn’t say a word.

They just led me—through halls I’d never been allowed to walk before, through doors I hadn’t even known existed. The deeper we went, the quieter it became. The air itself seemed to grow heavier.

And then we entered a different wing of the house entirely. I knew it the second we stepped over the threshold. Everything here was more luxurious, more grand. The rugs were thicker. The walls gleamed. The doors were taller.

This was their territory.

Private.

Off-limits.

We stopped in front of one of the largest doors I’d ever seen.

Elias opened it.

I stepped inside slowly, and my breath caught.

The room was enormous—rich dark wood, high windows, a fireplace with a crackling flame. Shelves lined the walls. There was a long table in the center, chairs surrounding it. A private meeting room.

For them.

I felt like I’d just been dragged into a lion’s den.

The door shut behind me with a soft but final click.

And then… silence.

I stood there, stiff, heart still pounding. My arms hung uselessly at my sides. The ache in my wrists hadn’t faded. I wanted to hold them, but I didn’t want to look more broken than I already did.

No one moved for a long moment. They just stared.

And then Ronan finally spoke.

His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

“We need to talk about what happens next.”

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