I AM FEMALE ALPHA FOR TRIPLETS MATE

The Triplets

Luciana

“Liar.” Elena sneered as I pulled my hand out of the refrigerator, my fingers bruised with red hot marks.

A cold rage brewed within me as I stared at her, fighting the desperate urge to rip her face off. I knew my mother was crazy, but this was a whole new level.

“Why did you do that?” I snapped, anger bubbling inside me.

“Because you are an unappreciative little shit.” She blurted with no regard for my feelings.

“We do everything for you, but all you ever do is look for new ways to cause problems wherever we go.”

“My God, Luci! Do you realize that everywhere we go, you are always looking to start something that can either get us kicked out or in some sort of trouble?”

“That’s not true.” I replied, my voice breaking.

“Oh yeah? Want to know why we had to move from California?” She asked and without waiting for my response, quickly added,

“That’s because you decided to pick a fight in school with the Principal’s daughter and no other school within the district would offer you admission!” Mom blurted, clenching her fist angrily.

She pressed her hand against her forehead, taking a deep breath and then raised her gaze toward me, “Where did I go wrong with you? It’s always one thing or the other. Well I’m sick of it. You want to act like a pariah so much, well then you can start by fending for yourself. I’m done spending my hard earned money cleaning up your messes.”

I stood there frozen, unable to process her words. I refused to believe her. I may have been a lot to handle, but that’s because no one ever knew what it was like to be me, no one really understood the struggles I had to deal with.

To them, I was some sort of freak, a weak, useless nobody, and the worst part was they didn’t even have to say it for me to know it. The way they looked at me said it all.

I shifted my gaze to Enrique who was standing quietly at a corner the whole time, and I was filled with frustration.

Clenching my fist, I turned, walked up to my room, grabbed my school bag and stormed out of the house wordlessly.

My blood was boiling in anger as I walked through the woods, headed to school. I passed a small town under a cliff which made me curious.

I didn’t think communities like these still existed, especially in Alaska, but glancing at my phone, I realised I was already too late to waste more time pandering around.

As soon as I arrived at the school, my anger became immediately replaced with panic and fear.

A woman in a flowery skirt and white shirt hurried after me as soon as I approached the building’s entrance, stopping me just before I entered the building.

“You must be Luciana.” She said with a warm smile. She quickly noticed the confused look on my face and added,

“I’m the school counsellor, Judith. Your mom sent over your records and I think you’ll find Tom Sawyer has more to offer if you give it a chance.”

I knew she thought I was a troubled kid. I could tell by how gentle she spoke to me and the look on her face, as if she had to be cautious of every word she uttered. Or maybe, she was just being nice, but in my experience I’d never met anyone who was kind to me.

“This is your class schedule and everything you need to get by. I hope you can give our school a chance.” She handed me a small file, and just then spotted another student and rushed away,

“Joanna, we talked about this. You can’t wear low skirts to school…” she yelled as she hurried away.

I stood with the schedule in my hand, scanning through for my locker number and class schedules, and then took a deep breath.

This was the difficult part, being the new kid all over again at school. It sucked, but my mother had made me understand that I only had myself to blame for this.

I still didn’t want to believe that she was right.

Still, this time, I was going to do things differently.

Pushing open the door, I kept my head down as I headed to my locker, trying to avoid everyone.

Yet, despite my attempts to stay low and unnoticed, I could still feel their eyes on me, like I was some freak.

What was I thinking? Bellefield was a small town, and judging by their looks, I was probably the only new student here.

Squaring my shoulders, I tried to ignore their looks, sorting through my textbooks and that was when I saw her from the corner of my eyes.

I got to learn later that her name was Isabella, but most people around here called her Izzy. She was the most popular girl in school, and behind her were two girls with fake pretentious make ups.

I knew they were trouble as soon as I sighted them. Every school had girls like her, but what I couldn’t figure out was why they were approaching me.

“You must be the new girl,” she started, sizing me from head to toe.

“I’m Izzy.” She said with a fake smile.

I shifted my gaze to her and then back to my locker, completely ignoring her.

“Listen here newbie, I run this school, so you’re going to have to show me some respect or get trampled over. Trust me, you do not want to make an enemy of me.” She said spitefully.

“Great, just what I need – another high school mean girl.” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm and jammed my locker, before turning toward them.

Isabella looked like she was going to burst in anger, “Listen here you little s**t. I don’t know what hole you dug out from, but over here, we do things differently, and it’ll be better for you if you try not to find out the hard way.” She threatened, her face flushed with anger.

I remained quiet for a while, and then my lips parted into a thin line,

“Trust me…Isabella. I’ve seen far worse than you. You might have all these losers bowing and asskissing, but you’re not that girl.” I said and without waiting for her response, turned and walked away, a smug smile spreading across my face.

I found a seat in the last row, waiting quietly for the class to start, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

But as I waited for the lecture to begin, three strikingly tall boys with brown hair and well toned physiques walked into view.

The whole class seemed to be in awe, stealing gazes and whispering in their direction, and even when I could care less, there was something about them other than their incredibly handsome faces and the fact that they were triplets.

It felt almost as if I knew them, but there was no memory of ever meeting them.

Isabella rushed towards the one in the middle, hugging him with an unnatural fondness, but in that moment their gazes immediately caught mine at the same time, causing me to jerk uncomfortably in my seat.

At first, I didn’t think they were looking at me, but as I turned my eyes around, finding no one else beside me, I became even more confused and unsettled.

Who were they? And why were they staring at me?