I am Melissa Copper, chosen by the moon goddess as the fated mate of the Alpha triplets.
But they cruelly discarded me, choosing my twin sister over me at the Alpha’s coronation ceremony.
They despised me, that I know, I have always seen it in their eyes, but the mate bond keeps drawing me closer to them.
Now, I have decided to leave, to end the whole circus. But when I begged them to reject me, they wouldn’t do it.
They wouldn’t let me go…
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“Melissa, please come back to us!” They all echoed in unison.
“We want you…We have always wanted you!” Caleb said softly, his voice trailing off his breath, as he pinned me to the wall.
“We promise to treat you right!” Cypril said, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips.
“You will always be ours. Just come back already!” Cain’s pleading eyes met mine as he leaned in, pressing a kiss on my lips, his hands tracing the corner of my ear.
“No,” I said, my voice louder than I had expected it to be, with their bodies pressed against mine and their lips creating sparks across my body.
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MELISSA.
“Wakey, wakey!!” Bella’s voice rang out, sharp and insistent, slicing straight through my sleep like an alarm I hadn’t set.
I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, the fabric muffling my next words. “Can’t you just let me sleep…” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
My body felt heavy, limbs sluggish as I curled in on myself, drawing my knees to my chest and rolling from one side of the bed to the other like a restless child refusing to wake up. Sleep clung to me stubbornly, warm and tempting, and I wanted nothing more than to sink back into it.
“Dummy,” Bella scoffed, completely unimpressed by my struggle. “It’s the Alphas’ coronation today. Wouldn’t you want to take a closer look at your lovers?”
That did it.
The moment the words Alpha triplets slipped from her mouth, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I shot upright as though invisible strings had yanked me from the mattress. Sleep evaporated instantly. Panic flared hot and fast. I lunged toward Bella and clamped a hand over her mouth, my heart hammering violently against my ribs.
“Are you crazy?” I hissed under my breath, eyes darting around the room as if the walls themselves might be listening. My grip tightened just enough to silence her completely.
No one-no one-knew about my secret admiration for the Alpha triplets except Bella, and it had to stay that way. It had to.
Slowly, memories crept in, unwelcome and sharp. Amelia. My twin sister. Beautiful, adored Amelia. She had always been possessive of the Alphas, as if they were something she owned. I could still remember the way she had bullied girls who dared to openly confess their feelings for them, how ruthless she had been, how cruel. I had already endured enough living in her shadow, always compared, always lacking. I wouldn’t survive her wrath if she ever found out about my feelings for the Alpha triplets.
Amelia was lucky-painfully lucky. The Alphas were always at her beck and call, their attention effortlessly drawn to her. Every time I saw them together, laughter shared so easily, something twisted painfully in my chest. My heart ached in ways I never dared speak aloud. And yet, despite everything, despite knowing how foolish it was, my heart still beat for them. Quietly. Hopelessly. I wished, with every fiber of my being, that the Moon Goddess would choose me as their mate.
“Hey,” Bella said gently once I finally released her, her tone softer now, more careful. “Get ready. Remember, they’re choosing their mate today. It’s tradition.”
Her words snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. My breath caught.
Oh. Right.
How could I forget something so important? My hands trembled slightly as reality settled in. Today wasn’t just a coronation-it was that day. The day everything could change.
Moon Goddess, I prayed silently, closing my eyes as my heart thudded wildly. Please… choose me.
Because I wasn’t sure I could keep living if the bond chose someone else.
“Mel…is…s…aaaaaa…aa… Hurry!”
Bella’s voice sliced through the thick morning silence, stretched and breathless, rising and falling as if she were already running while calling my name. It dragged me out of my thoughts and sent a sharp jolt through my body.
I didn’t waste a second. I dashed into the bathroom, splashing water on my face with trembling hands, pulling on my clothes in frantic, careless motions. Buttons were fastened wrongly, hair barely tamed, but I didn’t stop. I rushed out, my heart pounding hard against my ribs, and dashed alongside my friend toward the venue, our footsteps echoing with urgency.
From afar, my eyes caught sight of my father. He was seated elegantly, posture straight, presence commanding even from a distance. The familiar fear curled tightly in my chest, rooting me to the spot. My steps slowed until I stopped completely, my fingers curling into my palms.
I stayed where I was, waiting impatiently, nerves coiling tighter with every passing second as I waited for the ceremony to begin. Then suddenly, Amelia came forward. She struck me hard as she passed by, her shoulder slamming into mine without pause.
The force from the hit sent me off balance, and I fell hard to the ground.
“Melissa, could you at least watch where you’re going?”
The words hit me sharp and sudden, like a slap I hadn’t seen coming. I lifted my gaze to her face, taking in the tightness around her mouth, the spark of accusation already burning in her eyes. For a brief second, a dozen responses crowded my mind, sharp, defensive, angry, but I swallowed every single one of them.
Instead, I stared at her and made a deliberate choice to ignore her.
I wasn’t fully ready to entertain one of those tantrums again. I could already recognize the pattern, the way her voice always rose, the way the situation was always twisted until I somehow became the villain. We were outside, surrounded by people, and I reminded myself that I needed to keep my cool. Losing control here would only give her exactly what she wanted.
The irony of it all made my jaw tighten. She had clearly been the one who bumped into me-her shoulder brushing mine with unnecessary force, her steps careless and rushed. I had barely recovered my balance before she turned on me, quick to accuse, quicker to blame. As usual.
I said nothing.
My silence seemed to irritate her more than any argument ever could. I could feel the anger coiling up within her, thick and restless, the way a storm gathers pressure before breaking. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her chest rising and falling as if she were holding back something far worse.
Then she snapped.
“You thief!” she shouted at the top of her voice.
The word echoed, loud and ugly, slicing through the air and drawing attention like a knife. Conversations around us faltered. Heads turned. I felt the heat of stares settle on my skin, heavy and uncomfortable.
That was when I saw my father stand up.
The moment her voice rang out, he pushed himself to his feet, concern etched across his face as he stepped forward. My heart skipped, dread pooling in my stomach as I realized he was already moving toward us, already involved.
“How could you steal my necklace?” she continued, her voice trembling with outrage as she pointed an accusing finger straight at me.
For a moment, I was too stunned to react. A necklace? The accusation felt so sudden, so absurd, that confusion eclipsed my anger. I frowned slightly, searching her face for some hint that this was a joke, some sign that she would laugh and admit she’d gone too far.
There was none.
“What necklace?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it, curiosity and disbelief taking over.
By then, my father was already standing right in front of me. His presence was solid, imposing, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked between the two of us. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, every second stretching painfully longer than the last.
“Dad!” she cried, seizing the moment, her finger stabbing the air in my direction. “Melissa stole my necklace!”
Her words hung there, heavy and damning, as all eyes turned to me, waiting and within a split second I heard a loud sound.
*Crack.*
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MELISSA.
*Crack*
The sound split the air before the pain did.
His hand connected with my face with brutal force, snapping my head backward. For a moment, the world tilted, spun, then blurred as hot tears flooded my eyes. My cheek burned, skin throbbing violently as I struggled to stay upright. I tasted blood, metallic and bitter at the corner of my mouth.
I slowly lifted my head and I immediately wished I hadn’t.
The burning rage in his eyes was visible, wild and merciless, the same rage I had grown up fearing. The same rage that had lived in him ever since the day I learned to call him Dad. There was no hesitation in his expression, no doubt, no fatherly restraint. Just anger, raw and unquestioned.
I had always been the rejected one.
The unwanted twin.
The mistake.
From the moment we were born, the difference was clear. Amelia was light, the warmth, perfection. The angel everyone adored. The one whose tears moved hearts, whose words were taken as truth without question. And then there was me-the thorn lodged deep in everyone’s eyes, irritating simply by existing.
I had never belonged nor fitted into the family. Beta by birth, an Omega in life.
“You little thief,” Amelia cried, her voice sharp and trembling, though I could see the glint of satisfaction beneath her tears. “Why don’t you just tell the truth? You stole my necklace. The one Dad bought for my birthday party tomorrow.”
Her words sliced into me deeper than the slap ever could.
“I didn’t…” My voice shook as I tried to speak, my chest tightening painfully. “I swe… I swear…I…”
I didn’t even get to finish.
*Crack.*
Another slap echoed through the hall, louder than the first. This time, the force knocked me completely off balance. I hit the ground hard, palms scraping against the stone floor as pain shot through my body. My head rang, vision swimming as gasps rippled through the crowd.
It was my brother.
Fredrick stood over me, his face twisted with disgust, eyes cold and merciless.
“You bitch,” he snarled. “I knew you were always jealous of Amelia, but going as far as stealing her ceremonial necklace?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “That just proves how low you really are.”
He spat on me.
The saliva landed on my cheek, warm and degrading, mixing with my tears. Laughter murmured somewhere in the crowd. Whispers followed. Judgment pressed down on me from every direction.
I stayed on the ground, trembling, my heart shattering piece by piece.
Because no matter how much I denied it, no matter how much it hurt…
They had already chosen who to believe…and it was never going to be me.
My father’s voice cut through the noise like a blade. “You would be punished after the Alpha’s coronation!” he said coldly, his grip firm as he lifted Amelia into his arms.
She was limp against his chest, her head lolling to the side, eyes closed. Fredrick moved immediately, falling into step beside them without sparing me a glance. Their footsteps faded as they walked away, leaving behind whispers, gasps, and the heavy weight of what had just happened.
And once again, I was alone.
The strength drained from my legs. The world tilted, blurring at the edges, until Bella rushed forward and caught my arm. She steadied me, her hands warm and grounding as she helped me back onto my feet.
“Easy,” she murmured, her voice tight with worry.
I nodded faintly, though my mind was elsewhere. All I wanted was to leave-to escape the altar, the stares, the torn fabric clinging to my skin. I needed to change my dress, to breathe, to disappear for just a moment.
Then I saw them.
The triplet Alphas.
They emerged from the crowd, identical in stature and presence, their expressions carved from stone. The air around them shifted, thick with authority, with power that pressed down on everyone present. My heart leapt painfully into my throat.
Instinct took over.
I stepped back and immediately hid behind Bella, clutching the back of her dress as though she were a shield. My pulse thundered in my ears as they walked past us, their boots echoing against the marble floor, each step measured and inevitable.
They mounted the altar.
Silence fell-deep, reverent, absolute.
The elders stepped forward and began the rituals, ancient words spilling into the air, heavy with history and tradition. Incense burned, smoke curling upward as if carrying prayers to the heavens. Each movement was precise, practiced, sacred.
I watched from behind Bella’s shoulder as the crowns were lifted.
One by one, they were placed upon the triplets’ heads.
At that moment, it was done.
They were crowned Alphas.
The crowd erupted into cheers, but the sound felt distant to me, like it was coming from underwater. My heart began to race uncontrollably, pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it.
The next part was coming.
The choosing.
My breath caught as the ceremonial bird was brought forth, its feathers gleaming, eyes sharp and knowing. According to tradition, the bird would choose their mate-whoever it landed on would be bound to them by fate itself.
My fingers trembled.
I told myself it wouldn’t be me. It couldn’t be me. I was no one. Just a girl standing in a ruined dress, hiding behind her friend, wishing she could vanish.
I was still tangled in my thoughts, barely aware of the bird taking flight, when Bella suddenly stiffened.
She gasped.
Then she shouted.
“It’s you, Melissa!” Her voice rang out, loud and clear, slicing through the celebration. “You are their mate!”
The world stopped.
Every head turned in my direction.
I froze, my breath locked in my chest as hundreds of eyes bore into me. Heat flooded my face, my body suddenly feeling too small, too exposed. Excitement sparked despite myself-bright and terrifying-fluttering wildly in my chest.
But it didn’t last.
Because when I finally looked at them, really looked at the triplet Alphas, the excitement drained away like water slipping through my fingers.
Their faces held no joy, just something far more frightening.
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Melissa.
Caleb’s voice tore through the crowd, “You are our mate!”
The word mate did not come with awe or reverence. It came wrapped in a growl, heavy with contempt. He stepped forward as he said it, boots striking the ground with purpose, his eyes locking onto mine, not with recognition, not with longing, but with naked disgust, as though the bond itself offended him.
Before I could even breathe, Cypril scoffed.
“How hilarious, brothers,” he said, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “This weak thing was mated to us.” His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately, as if measuring how unworthy I was. Then he laughed, sharp and mocking. “Does the Moon Goddess take us as a joke?”
His glare cut deep, pinning me in place. It felt like every flaw I’d ever had was suddenly visible, magnified beneath his stare. My chest tightened as my eyes flicked from one face to the next-Cain, Cypril, Caleb, the others-each expression reflecting the same emotion. Revulsion. Disbelief. Shame… for me.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it. This was not how it was supposed to feel. The bond, the moment every wolf dreamed of. Instead, all I could feel was humiliation crawling beneath my skin.
I wished, suddenly and desperately, that I had never been chosen.
The thought came unbidden, sharp and terrifying.
Would they reject me?
Just imagining it sent chills racing down my spine. A rejection wasn’t just a refusal, it was a scar that never healed, a mark that followed you for life. My fingers trembled at my sides as the fear settled in my bones, heavy and suffocating.
Then Cain laughed.
It wasn’t loud at first. Just a low, amused chuckle that made my stomach twist. He stepped closer, invading my space until I could smell him, power, dominance, judgment. Before I could react, his hand shot out. Rough fingers grabbed my chin, forcing my face upward. His grip was firm, uncaring.
With a sharp twist, he tossed my face to the side, like I was nothing more than an object he was done inspecting.
“This is really a joke,” he said coldly. “She can only pass as our maid.”
The words landed like a slap.
For a heartbeat, the world went silent.
Then laughter exploded around me, loud, merciless, echoing from every direction. It swallowed me whole. I felt dozens of eyes burn into my skin, stripping me bare, feeding on my humiliation. My chest ached as I stood there, frozen, unable to defend myself, unable to disappear.
Somewhere in the crowd, a whisper rose, soft, but sharp enough to reach me.
“Can you imagine?” a voice sneered. “She just went from a thief to a reject.”
The words pierced straight through my heart, sinking deep like a thousand needles at once. My breath hitched. I blinked rapidly, fighting the sting behind my eyes, fighting the weakness threatening to drag me down.
More laughter followed, cruel and endless, until it felt like it was ringing inside my skull. My ears burned. My face burned. Everything burned with shame.
I wished the ground would open up beneath my feet.
I wished it would swallow me whole and spare me this moment, this bond that felt more like a curse than fate.
My father rushed forward before I could even gather my thoughts, his movements hurried, almost desperate. He bowed low, his voice trembling as it rang out across the clearing.
“Forgive my incompetence, Alphas,” he said quickly. “I am willing to make amends for my daughter!”
The words struck me like a blow.
Make amends?
My mind reeled as I stared at his back. What did he mean by that? What kind of mistake was I that needed correcting? Was it a crime…my crime…that the Moon Goddess had bound me to them?
My chest tightened painfully as the question echoed in my head, unanswered and heavy.
One of the Alphas–Cain spoke, his tone cold and sharp, slicing through the murmurs around us.
“And how do you intend to make amends, Beta Silas?”
The clearing fell silent. Every breath felt too loud.
My father straightened slightly, as though he had already made his decision long before this moment. There was no hesitation in his voice when he answered.
“I am willing to offer my other daughter to you all.”
The world tilted.
My heart lurched violently in my chest, panic exploding through my veins. I stared at him in disbelief, my hands curling into fists as the meaning of his words sank in. Just like that, he had discarded me. Just like that, he had placed my sister on a silver platter and handed her over to the triplet Alphas.
Then what would happen to me?
The question screamed inside my head, loud and desperate. No one answered it. No one even looked at me. I was suddenly invisible, a problem pushed aside, a mistake erased.
Fear wrapped itself tightly around my lungs, making it hard to breathe. If Amelia took my place if she stood where I had been forced to stand, what was left for me? Rejection? Exile? A life branded by shame?
Even through the fog of my despair, my eyes betrayed me. They lifted, unwillingly, to the triplet Alphas.
And that was when I saw it.
The subtle shift in their expressions. The way their rigid disgust melted into something else. A smile, slow, satisfied, crept onto their faces, one after the other. It was small, but unmistakable.
My heart sank.
They would accept this. Of course they would. This was everything they wanted, everything they had been denied. Finally, they could be with the one they loved.
Tears blurred my vision as the truth settled deep in my chest. I had never stood a chance. I never did.
“I have always lost to you, Amelia,” I whispered, the words slipping from my lips like a broken confession. They tasted bitter, heavy with years of silent defeat.
My father’s voice rang out again, formal and final, sealing my fate without ever looking my way.
“I, Beta Silas, hereby announce and declare my daughter Amelia engaged to the Alpha triplets.”
The word engaged pierced straight through my heart.
It hurt so much I nearly staggered.
Slowly, I turned my head, drawn by an ache I couldn’t ignore. Amelia was looking at me. Her lips curved upward, her eyes shining, not with surprise, not with gratitude, but with triumph.
It was a smile I knew too well.
Her victory smile.
The Alpha triplets didn’t waste a second. They stepped away from me as though I had never existed, closing the distance between themselves and Amelia instead. Their hands reached for her, gentle, possessive, reverent, holding her as if she were the rarest gem in the world.
And I was left behind.
They didn’t tell me my fate. No words of acceptance. No words of rejection. Nothing.
I stood there alone, abandoned in the space between what I was and what I was no longer allowed to be. Neither chosen nor cast aside completely.
And I realized, with a hollow ache in my chest, that this, this uncertainty, this silence was the greatest torment of all.