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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... *** "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 4

Liya's POV

Soon, the sun set, and Connor drove me back near the forest. However, we were quite late compared to the designated curfew time.

Connor parked and I jumped out, walking to the other side to give him a gentle kiss before sprinting off, running as fast as I could while silently praying that triplets wouldn't be back home.

Once I had arrived at the mansion, I climbed over the back gate, deciding to use the garden route instead. I arrived at the back door and just to my luck, it was unlocked. I slipped into the house, gently shutting the door behind me.

I sniffed the air, and my heart leapt because I couldn't perceive any scent – none of that three were around!

I was ecstatic, grateful that the goddess spared my life one more day. I walked down the hallway that led to the stairs and tiredly jogged up the spiralling steps.

I yawned while making the trip to my room. It's almost time to go. I need to take something with me.

But I paused when I walked past my room and heard the echoes of loud breathy moans and screams.

"Ah! Hunter! Gunter! Ryder! Harder!" The nasally voice was moaning the names of each triplet and my heart picked up pace, curious to know what was going on.

They brought other women to have sex in my bed! Their absurdity is unimaginable!

I turned and found the door half closed, giving me almost a clear sight of what was going on.

My eyes popped when I saw Tiffany lying on my bed, with Ryder standing over her, driving his cock into her mouth, Gunter licking her body while stroking himself and Hunter ramming into her life his sanity depended on it.

Hunter indeed wasn't a saint, just someone who didn't want to touch me.

For some reason, an uncontrollable twinge of jealousy surged within me for a moment.

Why was I feeling this way?!

But soon, I regained my composure. I stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by the embarrassing sight I had intruded on.

Ryder immediately turned, having noticed my presence and smirked.

I made to scramble out of the room but was paused my Gunter's clear command, "Do not even dare, you're going to stand there and watch us fuck her till we're satisfied."

I was rooted on the spot, burning red at the implications of his order.

It killed my eyes to watch them but the more I did and noticed how her moans deliberately became more sultry, the more I found an ache growing in-between my legs.

My eyes were rooted on Hunter's cock driving into her, his head tipped backwards while he groaned in satisfaction.

I shuffled between my feet, raising my eyes to the ceiling to combat the throb.

I felt so worthless and abused, standing there and watching them take turns on Tiffany. I wondered how she was able to keep up with their libido because she didn't seem tired, rather she seemed to be craving more.

After what seemed like hours to me, Ryder walked up to me, not minding his nudity.

He grabbed my head and pointed at the numerous condoms on the floor and rasped, "go pick them up and dispose of them."

I felt myself throw up on my mouth at what he was asking me to do. I couldn't believe how low he was putting me in front of Tiffany who seemed to be enjoying my misery.

"Really, you should be honored that you got to touch their sperm."

I heard Tiffany's cruel laughter and snarky comment, summoning every strand of restraint I could muster to refrain from snapping.

Taking a deep breath, I forced the tears away and quietly obeyed, moving towards their trashcan.

"Can I stay over?" I heard her purr while rubbing Hunter's arms, who's eyes remained on me, watching me like a hawk.

"It's late, start leaving." Hunter's cold reply, struck a nerve but she made the decision to press harder, "Baby, after all that we just did, I'm super tired."

On the side, Gunter chuckled and said, "Beauty, I advise you not to act cute with my big brother."

Sure enough, Hunter flared up, his brow twitching in frustration. "I SAID, LEAVE."

No extra words were needed, but it was enough to intimidate everyone.

Tiffany blinked at him, shocked by his irritated tone but decided to play it cool. She grabbed her clothes and begrudgingly began throwing them on while I was made to stand and watch by Ryder who was standing behind me.

When she put on her shoes, she strutted towards the door. Ryder had moved aside, making me equally move as well, so she could leave.

She shot me a deadly glare when she saw how Ryder's arm was still at my waist and leaned closer to whisper harshly, "Don't think of conquering them with your body! I AM the Luna of this Pack! And you will always be nothing but a shitty servant in the form of a step-sister. You don't even qualify to be a whore!"

She spat at me, making me gasp as the sticky liquid slid down my cheek. Tears stung my eyes at the impact of her words and I felt my anger grow.

Damn! Who does she think she is?! She crossed the line!

I quickly raised my hand, ready to strike her. But before I could, Ryder was faster. He grabbed my hand and shouted, "Stop!"

Hunter roared, "Get out!"

Only then did Tiffany give up her provocations, turned around, slammed the door, and left.

Once we heard the front door slam, I made to leave because I already felt humiliated enough.

Hunter grabbed my arm, his eyes burning into mine with such intensity as he growled, "Why are you just returning after school ended several hours ago, huh?"

His aggression terrified me, making me shake like a leaf when his hands wrapped around my neck. "Are you plotting some sort of rebellion, huh little one?"

I gasped, clawing at his hands for release because I couldn't breathe. Tears stung my eyes at his increased force but he didn't seem to care.

"Answer me!"

"N-no I swear, I had gone to get ingredients for dinner." I choked out, hoping he wouldn't pry further.

Gunter just sat there, contrary to his usual self, quietly watching the ordeal with squinted eyes.

Hunter tossed me aside, moving to fetch his briefs, having gotten tired of standing naked before me.

Ryder had began sniffing me suddenly, growling as his brows furrowed. He grabbed me by my hair, his nostrils flaring as he seethed, "Who were you with?"

"N-no one." I cried out in panic.

He tossed across the room, causing my body to collide with the wall.

I cried out, writhing as pain shit up my spin, making my head ache and a sharp ring to set off in my ear.

I looked up with tear-filled eyes, whimpering I saw the triplets standing over me with deadly eyes.

Gunter stood up, walked to me, crouched down, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, threatened, "Hope you're not getting any funny ideas, Liya. Understand that you can only belong to us and no one else so if we by any chance discover you've been hanging around with some other male, best believe we'll kill him right before your eyes in the most brutal way ever. Understood?"

I nodded as quickly as I could, growing even more afraid by their menacing aura.

"Get out!" Hunter roared at me and I didn't need him to repeat himself.

I scampered out of the room, letting the tears fall freely.

Did they discover Connor?

No! It's impossible! The scene we played in the classroom today must have fooled them!

Moreover, even if they did find out, so what? We're leaving tomorrow!

I've waited so long; everything will surely go smoothly!

***

Hunter's POV.

I knew she was lying, and it irritated me even more than ever she had the audacity to lie to my brothers and I.

What was even shocking was that she was tearing up, and I believed it! Those fake crocodile tears.

Words could not explain how angry I was.

The silence in the dining room was deafening. We stared at each other blankly as we watched the food that was placed before us.

She cooked and served everything by herself.

The food was almost as good looking as her. She was beautiful, She was incredibly slim but still held such beautiful curves that drove me crazy. She had little ass to show and a decently shaped hip.

I only needed to measure it with both eyes to know that I could hold both of her boobs in one hand.

Her skin was flawless and beautiful, and one could compare the silkiness to that of a baby, and her curly ginger hair complimented it perfectly.

I loved how her eyes rolled back every time my younger brothers pleasured her, how her pink plumped lips bruised every time she bit her lips, and I loved listening to her moan.

My cock was hard from the first moment I saw her, and she didn't even need to be near me to awaken my desire. Inexplicably I just love watching her convulse uncontrollably as she gets fucked, watching her tearfully plead with me for help, it's even better than actually fucking a woman!

She was ours, yet she had the freaking guts to meet up with that bloody coward and lousy excuse of an heir-apparent.

"Hunter! Why did you stop me this afternoon! Should have killed that asshole man!" Ryder asked as soon as she became out of sight.

The anger I was trying so much to hold back bubbled back home, Ryder's tantrums seemed distant as I remembered as she threw herself into his filthy arms, crying and seeking comfort in his arms.

Those two were so fucking into it that they actually didn't even notice the three of us!

It's funny how she thought we wouldn't find out about it? His scent, which she tried to cover up with the earthly musk, was still all over her whole body!

The man even gave up protecting her at school! She really is a foolish person with no discernment!

I ran my hands through my hair, irritated. "Don't worry, the game has just begun."

Did she think she could escape by attaching herself to a so-called heir with no real power? This time, I will make her understand that she can never escape from us in her entire life!

"Hunter, it looks like you have a plan," Gunter said with a smile, looking at me.

"Of course, we GENTLEMEN wouldn't want to ruin our dear stepsister's plan, would we?" I replied as I rubbed my thumb on one of my knuckles.

Both of them looked at me with confusion, and I continued to explain, "Since she wants to leave, let her go. You see, falling from heaven to hell is what wakes a person up."

She needed to know who was in charge of her destiny!

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