Bullied By My Alpha Triplets

Chapter 19

IVY’s POV

The Alpha's office was colder than Ivy remembered. Not in temperature, but in presence. The walls, though tastefully adorned with portraits of past Alphas and heavy, velvet curtains, felt as though they were closing in on her. The scent of aged wood and leather from the furniture was heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp metallic tang of her own blood still trickling from her wrist. Her heart thundered in her chest, so loud she wondered if the Alpha could hear it.

He gestured toward the chair across from his desk. "Sit."

But Ivy didn’t move. Her legs were stiff, locked in place from fear, pain, and uncertainty. She clutched her wrist closer to her chest, trying to still the trembling. She didn’t trust her knees not to give out beneath her.

The Alpha noticed but said nothing about it. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the edge of the desk, fingers steepled before his chin. His eyes, a deep stormy gray, pinned her in place.

“You’ve been accused of attacking Selena,” he said at last, his voice even but devoid of warmth. “Tell me exactly what happened. Every detail.”

Ivy took a shaky breath, drawing from whatever strength she had left. Her voice was soft at first, barely above a whisper, but gradually gained volume as she forced the words past the lump in her throat. “She requested that I peeled apples for her. I went into her room, and began peeling them, she continued to make snotty remarks about me and taunt me, but I didn't do or say anything ” Ivy began. “Then all of a sudden, she got up and kicked the tray from my hands, purposely scratching herself, and screaming, which led to the issue at hand.”

The Alpha raised a brow. “Why would she do that?”

“Because she hates me,” Ivy replied, her voice tightening. “She always has. I don’t know why—maybe because I’m an omega. Or maybe because I exist.”

She paused, recalling the exact moment things went south.

“She accused me of trying to kill her. But that’s not true. She grabbed my arm first. Then she... she scratched herself. She sliced the knife across her own neck, just enough to leave a mark, then started screaming. I didn’t even touch her.”

The Alpha studied her silently, not offering any comfort or reaction. Just listening.

Ivy continued. “Then she shoved me. I wasn’t expecting it, and I hit the ground hard. I landed on my wrist. It hasn’t stopped hurting since.” She swallowed. “That’s when the others came in. That’s all.”

A long silence followed. The Alpha remained still, and Ivy couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She hated that. His face was unreadable, his expression carved from stone.

Finally, he leaned back slowly in his chair, clasping his hands over his stomach. “If what you say is true, then why would Selena go this far to frame you?”

That question was harder than she expected. Ivy looked down, her fingers tightening around her wrist. “Because she can,” she said. “Because she knows no one would believe me. I’m nothing in this pack. Just an ordinary omega.”

The Alpha tilted his head. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

Ivy looked up, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “She does it because she enjoys seeing me suffer,” she said. “Because it makes her feel powerful. Because she’s jealous that someone like me even breathes the same air as her.”

Still, the Alpha remained silent. His gaze didn’t waver. She had no idea if he was believing her or preparing her punishment.

“You hate her that much?” he finally asked.

Ivy flinched. “I don’t hate her,” she whispered. “I fear her.”

The Alpha’s brow lifted slightly, but his voice remained neutral. “Fear can make people do foolish things.”

“I didn’t lie,” she insisted quickly. “I’m not stupid. I know my place. I would never touch her. Ever.”

He stood then, walking around his desk. Ivy instinctively took a step back, her breath catching in her throat. But he didn’t approach her. Instead, he stopped a few feet away, studying her face.

“You’re injured,” he said, nodding toward her wrist. “Let me see it.”

Ivy hesitated. She didn’t want to appear weak, but she couldn’t pretend anymore. Her wrist was swollen, red, and aching. She slowly extended it toward him.

He took her hand carefully, examining the injury. His fingers were surprisingly gentle as he turned her wrist side to side. After a moment, he let out a soft grunt.

“This needs to be seen by a healer,” he said. “Possibly sprained. Maybe fractured.”

“I can take care of it,” Ivy said quickly, pulling her hand back. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he said. “You were hurt in my packhouse. By someone under my roof. That makes it my problem.”

His words caught her off guard. Ivy stared at him, uncertain. This was not the reaction she expected. Not after so many years of being overlooked.

“I’ll have one of the healers look at it after we’re done here,” the Alpha continued. “In the meantime, you’re to stay in the packhouse. You’ll be assigned temporary quarters away from the others.”

Her stomach twisted. “Am I under punishment?”

He shook his head. “No. Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“If Selena proves her innocence, then you’ll be held responsible,” he said simply. “But if your story checks out... then she will face the consequences. That is the law of this pack.”

Ivy nodded slowly, though her insides were churning. “So you still don’t believe me.”

“It’s not about belief,” he said. “It’s about the truth. And truth takes time to surface.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Ivy muttered, the words escaping before she could stop them. “You’re not the one whose life is constantly at the mercy of someone else’s lies.”

The Alpha’s gaze sharpened. “Watch your tone.”

“I’m sorry,” Ivy said quickly. “I just—this isn’t the first time. She’s humiliated me in front of the others before. She’s ruined things. She made people laugh at me, and made my life harder with each of her endless taunts. And I kept quiet, every time, because I was afraid. But not this time. I didn’t do anything wrong. And I won’t apologize for defending myself.”

The Alpha was quiet again. Too quiet.

She felt a fresh wave of panic rise up. “Please, Alpha,” she said, her voice softening. “Just… don’t send me away.”

He turned his back to her, walking to the window behind his desk. The sun was setting, casting golden-orange light across the room, softening his silhouette.

“I don’t want to exile you,” he said. “I want the truth. If you’re lying—”

“I’m not.”

“—then it’ll come out,” he finished, ignoring her interruption. “Selena has been spoiled for a long time. She’s never been challenged. But if she’s capable of what you say… I’ll know.”

Ivy felt the sting of tears again. She blinked rapidly, refusing to let them fall. She didn’t want pity. She just wanted fairness.

“You may go,” he said without turning around. “Stay in the western guest quarters. A guard will escort you there. The healer will come to you.”

Ivy hesitated. “Thank you… Alpha.”

He didn’t respond. He just stared out the window, silent.

When Ivy stepped out of the office, she exhaled for the first time in what felt like forever. Her legs trembled beneath her as she was met by a warrior guard who said nothing, only gestured for her to follow. She cast one last glance at the heavy doors that had closed behind her. Her fate, whatever it was, now rested in the hands of a man who barely knew her and a truth that still hung in the air like a blade waiting to fall.

But as she walked down the corridor, clutching her injured wrist and refusing to hang her head, she told herself one thing: this time, she wouldn’t go down quietly.

Not this time.