
Mated to The Triplet Stepbrothers Bullies
I, Liya Anderson, was the pampered Alpha female heir before.
But everything was shattered by an invasion!
My mother turned out to be the second chance for the bastard who destroyed my pack, and we were captured.
Since then, my mother changed, no longer caring for me, allowing me to be abused by the triplet stepbrothers.
Soon, I thought I had lucked out by encountering a savior. Naively, I believed he would take me away from this hell.
But it seems that three won't let me go...
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"You don't seem to understand it, do you?" The irritated edge to Hunter tone brought more tears to my eyes.
Gunter stepped closer, leaving no distance between us as he gazed at me with darkened eyes glowing with undiluted fury, "haven't we told you before?"
My heart stopped for a second when Ryder's hand wrapped my neck, lifting me from the floor a little bit.
"Let me clarify it again, Liya. You belong to no one else but us. You're ours to look at, ours to touch and most definitely ours to fuck! This is your FUCKING fate! Accept it!" His deadly tone had a hint of mischief.
Yeah, I should have known earlier. This is my miserable fate...
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Chapter 1
Liya's POV
"This tastes like shit!"
I jolted at the Alpha Wade's sudden thunderous voice that boomed, sending fear down my spine in the form of heavy shudders.
Throwing my eyes down to gawk at the floor while cowering by a corner, I noticed his dark gaze on me and it was every bit as distasteful as his tone depicted.
I had spent almost all evening in the kitchen, preparing dinner, rather than remaining in my room, resting from another detested day at school.
I wasn't sure if to feel extremely saddened by it or just ignore it. But I can be sure that right now, I can only lower my head and remain silent, even trying to breathe as lightly as possible. Once I make any sound, it will only bring about more dreadful consequences.
Without even lifting my head, I know that at this moment, my mother, just like me, is beside him, bowing her head. It was always like this, Alpha Wade'd say what he wanted to me and she wouldn't even move a muscle.
I figured she felt that doing all that would help her pretend like she wasn't witnessing anything, and that might help ebb the guilt.
And I also have to learn to face everything on my own, even if all efforts go in vain, to try not to let my heart shatter, and most importantly, to refrain from shedding tears.
"Get out of here!"
The roar sounded like my pardon. Without a second thought, I hurried out of the room, walking as fast as I could to my own room.
I gently closed the door and leaned against it, placing my hands on my chest, patting to soothe myself. It was only here that I dared to take deep breaths. 'It's okay, Liya. It will be over soon, just relax."
My life wasn't always this dreary, I was one the revered princess of Crimson lake pack, the daughter of the great Alpha Douglas.
But all that came to a harsh end on the night of my parent's anniversary.
(Flashback)
An attack was wedged by Alpha Wade and his triplet sons, and it took everyone by surprise.
My father died in battle, defending the one thing he loved and adored–his family.
I didn't play damsel in distress as per the wish of my father before he went out to fight, I had chosen to fight for my dying people and so had my mum.
I am Alpha's daughter, and it's impossible for me to be so weak that others would die for me while I survive!
But unlike fairy tales, bravery cannot conquer everything! I am just a girl who hasn't even acquired the traits of a wolf, not a match for seasoned soldiers.
Soon, I was knocked down, lying in a pool of blood.
At that moment, I had accepted my fate. At least, I would die in battle, a worthy Alpha heritress, making my father proud, right?
But the fate arranged by the Moon Goddess for me was far more tragic.
"Is she dead like this?" A young voice echoed above me, slightly shocked, as if mocking my weakness.
Another, deeper voice said, "Whether dead or alive, take her back. She's the best trophy."
Yet another, more frivolous voice chimed in, "Of course, a natural born whore."
Three voices, similar yet distinct. Soon, I realized they were the triplet Alphas.
They approached, and hands quickly reached for my neck to confirm my life or death.
What should I do? They were going to capture me!
Just then, an unexpected voice came from nearby, "MATE!"
It was that damned intruder Wade's voice!
His second chance here? But... we had already relocated all the female tribe members. Only my mother and I remained.
Could it be...
No! Impossible!
"Ah, no! Let me go!"I don't dare think about it, but soon I heard my mother scream.
My god, how could this happen?!
The bastard's voice came, "You three, take that girl with you, come back with me!"
"No! Let go of my Liya!" This was my mother's last attempt to protect me, but her command was useless. The triplets wouldn't see her as a stepmother, only hating her for replacing their mother, just like I hated their father!
But I had to swallow that hate, as I couldn't vent like them.
(Flashback Ends)
In this damn place, I was worse than a servant. Even my mother, she remained in eternal silence, ignoring all my pain.
I was worse than an orphan...
My room was my sole safe haven, a place where I could relax and let all the tension, anger and animosity roam free in the form of tears.
Stripping myself of my clothes, I grabbed my towel and headed into the shower, choosing to ignore my dreary reflection. I was incredibly pale with a few bruises and scars from all the bullying the triplets ensured I went through, both in school and at home.
My ginger hair was rough, lacking the shine it used to and my sea-green eyes were dull, having lost the vibrant edge they used to have.
I turned on the shower and stood under it for as long as I could with arms wrapped around my body, letting the sobs slip.
Only the four walls here understand my pain, only the warm water here can wash away my pain, my yearning for father.
"It's okay, Liya! We're leaving soon, very soon." I kept repeating this sentence, just like I did every day. But my tears were uncontrollable, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't understand why it had to be me! Why did the goddess punish me!
Long-forgotten fragile emotions invaded my mind and heart, causing me to lose track of time. I even didn't realize my hands had turned white and wrinkled from being soaked in water for too long.
It shouldn't matter, but here, everything I did was wrong. Even taking a longer bath was not allowed.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Hey! If you don't come out, we'll come in!" Harassing voices came from outside, it was Gunter, the second among the triplets.
Damn it! They were here again!
I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel, wiping my body dry. "No! Don't come in, I'll be out soon!"
As soon as I shouted, the youngest Ryder's loud laughter came from outside. "Bro, you really understand women!"
They always enjoyed teasing me, never getting tired of it.
Opening my bathroom door, even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt my heart stop for a terrifying second.
Their eyes landed on me, the mischief swimming in them triggered my fight or flight.
I made to dash back into the bathroom but a strong arm around my waist stopped me and flung me against the bed in the next second.
My towel unfastened from my body from the effect of the forceful collision with the bed and my hair sprawled all over my face.
I scared looked up and found all three of them grinning at me with their eyes darkening as they dragged their orbs down my almost naked body.
I made to completely cover myself with the loosened towel but Ryder had leaned down and caught my hands while Gunter slid the towel away from my body, leaving me completely exposed to them.
"Damn, I could go all night staring at this." The hoarse voice of Gunter as he leaned down to sniff my skin, had my body shuddering.
"So fucking sexy." Ryder's strained tone caught my attention as I saw him keel in front of me, trying to pry my legs open.
"NO!" I struggled a little, despising how his touch lit my body ablaze and I would rather die than give him the satisfaction of knowing his touch affected me.
However, my struggle was in vain. I looked at the eldest of the triplets, Hunter, leaning against the door. He didn't come in but watched us with a serious expression, as if he was observing a serious fight.
He was always like that, never absent but never involved. At first, I thought he was different, believed he would save me, but that only proved how naive I was.
"What, you want Hunter's cock?" Gunter grabbed my chin, turning my face towards him.
I shook my head slightly, not wanting anyone. But now, I didn't know what to do; I was afraid of angering them.
Ryder, on the other side, echoed and mocked, "You think highly of yourself. Why would Hunter let a whore like you touch him?"
"Don't worry. We can fulfill your desires." Gunter said, and with that, he spread his legs, kneeling above me. His gray eyes were filled with desire, attempting to undo his sweatpants.
In an instant, fear engulfed me!
Why was this happening again? I was so close to being free! My savior was still waiting for me! I've truly had enough!
"Ah!!" I screamed with all my might, hoping that someone would hear and save me! "Help! Mom! Save me!"
I desperately wished for my mother to appear in time and shield me. Even that bastard Wade showing up would be better!
But there was no one.
"Stop them! Hunter! PLEASE! I'm begging you!" There was no choice; I had to appeal to the man at the door.
However, my voice seemed nonexistent to him. He just raised his eyebrow as if my plea was unbelievable.
It was useless. No one would save me.
I should have known...
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In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to beat the odds.

8.9
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Follow the hate to love relationship of isabella and Vladimir and watch how they navigate their life in his dark world that he dragged her to, making her and his unborn child a target to the new arising enemy that aims to destroy both the Italians and the Russians.

7.1
Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers.
"Why?" were her only words when she saw the agreement.
Joshua looked at her indifferently. "It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!" he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. "I don't want a divorce!" Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. "He doesn't feel anything for me," she said, wiping her teary eyes. "In the future, I will never appear in front of him again." She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.

8.4
Three years after Theo Hayes and I got married, I finally conceived his baby.
Yet, around Valentine's Day, he personally performed an abortion on me.
With reddened eyes, he told me that my heart couldn't withstand the burden of pregnancy.
I was consumed with guilt and felt my body was not good enough and disappointed in Theo's deep love for me.
Behind a curtain, Theo was washing the blood from his hands.
"Theo, actually, if Dolores's current health is meticulously nurtured, there's a chance she could give birth to the baby. Why did you insist on..."
"I need the umbilical cord blood," Theo said coldly. "Teresa's condition requires a stem cell transplant from newborn umbilical cord blood.
Dolores's child is the best source, but a full-term delivery is too slow. Teresa can't wait so long.
So... I expedited the fetus's growth and induced labor at five months. Although the baby won't survive, the cord blood can be used.
Dolores wasn't going to live long anyway. It will be her final contribution to the Powell family that we used her baby to save Teresa.
Don't let Dolores know I expedited the fetus and induced it. Just tell her it was a stillbirth."
Dolores closed her eyes in despair, and tears streamed uncontrollably.
Her husband, Theo, killed their baby and even drained the last value from it.
He just used the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Soren Powell, my half-sister.

7.3
A mafia billionaire single dad romance.
I just discovered the don's darkest secret. Wait 'til he finds out mine...
The Bratva don and I made a deal:
Spare my father. Take me instead.
But Dmitry Tsezar wasn't satisfied with my body.
He wanted everything else, too.
My obedience. My submission.
My heart. My soul.
And when that still wasn't enough, he came to take my life.
But then I found something.
Something twisted. Something wrong.
Something hidden in a locked room of his mansion, in a wing he warned me never, ever to wander near.
When I opened the door and discovered Dmitry's secret...
Everything changed forever.

7.3
My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest.
Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table.
He blew smoke in my face and laughed.
"You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too."
Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse.
"I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave."
She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire.
She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook.
She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies.
But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money.
And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding.
I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm.
"You want to talk about papers?"
I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter.
"You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection."
I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion.
"Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."