Bullied By My Alpha Triplets

Chapter 16

Ivy's POV

The air in the room was thick, like breathing through a veil of smoke. Everything felt louder, and nerve wrecking—the hum of the lights, the rustle of shifting bodies, the pounding of blood in my ears, the dizziness slowly creeping up. But somehow, when Kiernan stepped forward, all of that noise ceased, and I maintained my composure. His glare was lethal, locked onto Selena like a predator circling its prey, he stared at her like he was searching for the truth, deep within her soul. Like he could literally see through her.

I barely felt the pain in my wrist anymore. Not because it wasn’t there—it pulsed with every throb of my heartbeat—but because every ounce of me was focused on what was happening in front of me. I wasn’t sure if I was terrified or hopeful. Maybe both. Maybe neither. I just knew this was it. Whatever happened next could decide everything.

Kiernan’s voice sliced through the silence like a whip. “Did you scratch yourself, Selena?”

His tone was low and cold, almost calm—but that calm was the kind you hear before a storm rips through your world. Selena flinched. I saw it. It was quick, but unmistakable. Her bravado cracked at the edges, and her fingers twitched like she was resisting the urge to clench them into fists.

“Are you really going to believe a maid over me?” she asked, her voice rising a pitch too high. There was defiance in her tone, yes, but underneath it—I heard it. The tremble. The crack of panic. “She’s just a maid,” she scoffed, motioning toward the girl who had spoken out. “She could be lying. Or manipulated. You don’t know what she’s capable of. She’s probably obsessed with Ivy, or trying to bring me down.”

My stomach twisted.

I wanted to scream. To force them to see the truth. But my voice felt caught in my throat, strangled by fear and fury and disbelief that this was still happening. That even now, after everything, she could still stand there and pretend she was the victim.

“I never touched you,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice thick with pain. “You know that, Selena. You know I didn’t.”

Selena didn’t even look at me. She tilted her chin upward, nose wrinkling like I was something beneath her notice. “And I’m supposed to take the word of a pathetic omega over mine?” she asked, eyes now darting between the triplets. “Who would you believe—your future Luna, or some orphan girl who doesn’t even know her place?”

Kieran’s jaw flexed.

For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed.

And then he took another step forward, closing the distance between them until she had to crane her neck just to meet his eyes. His presence was suffocating. Commanding. His next words, when they came, were like ice water poured down a spine.

“Answer. Me.”

Selena’s eyes flicked to Elias, then to Ronan. Looking for backup. For anything. But they were unreadable, and in that second, I saw her panic deepen. Her lips parted—then pressed together. She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin.

“Believe what you want,” she said, with a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “But don’t forget what’s at stake. I’m the one with the bloodline worthy of Luna. Not her. And not some no-name maid.” She gestured toward me like I was garbage to be cleared off the floor. “This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t even have to explain myself.”

Ronan’s eyes narrowed. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I didn’t care anymore. My wrist throbbed as I shifted on the ground, trying to sit up straighter. “You lied,” I said again, stronger this time. My voice echoed slightly in the silence that followed. “You lied, and you hurt yourself just to frame me. You were ready to let the whole pack turn on me. You were ready to watch me die.”

Selena turned on me, her eyes flashing. “You think you matter that much? You think anyone cares enough to believe you over me?”

Elias’s eyes darkened, his lips pressed into a firm line.

“You almost got her executed,” he said quietly. “All for what? So she wouldn’t be in your way? Because you were threatened by her existence?”

Selena blinked. For a fraction of a second, the smirk vanished—and I saw it. The fear.

And then the doors of the packhouse slammed open with a thunderous boom.

Everyone froze.

The sound of heavy boots echoed across the floor. Pack members parted without hesitation, a silent wall of bodies clearing the way. And then he stepped in—Alpha Magnus.

His eyes were blazing. Not glowing. Blazing. Burning with a fury that made my blood run cold.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked around the room slowly, his gaze moving over each face like he was carving our names into his memory.

Then his eyes landed on me.

I watched them flick down to my cradled wrist. I didn’t try to hide it. My skin was red and bruised, my fingers curled around the ache. I could barely breathe.

Then his gaze turned to Selena.

And something in the air shifted. Even the triplets stood straighter.

“Enough,” he said, his voice cracking through the silence like thunder. It wasn’t a shout. It didn’t need to be.

All the tension that had been building, all the whispers and murmurs, died immediately.

Alpha Magnus stepped further into the room. His presence wasn’t just intimidating—it was overwhelming. He didn’t have to say a word, and yet the room seemed to shrink around him.

He turned slowly, taking it all in. The maid, still standing with her hands clenched at her sides. The crowd, hesitant and wide-eyed. The triplets, unreadable but silent. Me, still kneeling on the floor, and Selena, pale and stiff.

“Someone,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low timbre, “better start telling me the truth.”

And just like that, the room held its breath again.

This time, waiting for the storm to hit.