The Lustful Game with the Triplet Alphas

Jade's POV

Crash-

I hadn't even stepped into the hallway yet, but the noise hit me first-whoops, jeers, the dull thud of impact echoing off metal.

I took two more steps forward, and the scene that greeted me was exactly what I'd expected.

A crowd had gathered around my locker, whooping and cheering as they took turns hurling footballs at it.

Each impact hit with sickening precision-right over the fresh graffiti someone had spray-painted overnight.

Go fuck yourself dumbass. We don't want you here criminal. You should have died with your father.

And there, covering all the others in letters twice as large, still dripping-

TRAITOR.

That word again.

I stared at it, and the letters twisted before my eyes, morphing, bleeding into sounds that burrowed into my skull-

"TRAITOR!" The Alpha's voice boomed across the pack grounds, shaking the earth beneath my feet.

"Beta Marcus Knight has plotted to overthrow me, to seize power through betrayal and bloodshed!"

My father-on his knees, hands bound behind his back, face bloodied but eyes still burning with defiance.

"I am innocent!" His voice cracked. "I have served you faithfully for twenty years-"

"Lies!" Alpha Dante's eyes blazed gold, his wolf rising to the surface. "I have proof. Witnesses. You will die for your crimes, and your family will bear the shame of your treachery for generations."

My mother's screams tore through the air.

My own voice, raw and desperate, begging for mercy that would never come.

The executioner's blade caught the sunlight, glinting.

And then-

Boom!

Pain exploded across my temple as a football slammed into my head, knocking me sideways.

Laughter erupted around me.

"Nice shot!"

"Traitor's daughter can't even dodge!"

I pressed my palm against my throbbing head, blinking away the spots dancing in my vision.

The past released me, dragging me back to the present.

One year.

It had been one year since my father's execution. One year since our family name became synonymous with betrayal. One year of this hell.

Jade, you should be used to it by now. I reminded myself.

I lowered my head and walked forward, refusing to look at any of them. Their jeers and insults washed over me like white noise as I reached my locker and yanked it open. I grabbed the textbooks I needed for first period, shoved them into my bag, and slammed the door shut.

Just get through today. One more day.

I turned to leave-

-and my foot caught on something.

I crashed to the floor, books flying from my arms and scattering across the hallway. The impact knocked the air from my lungs.

The crowd exploded with laughter.

"Oh my God, she actually fell for it!"

"Did you see her face?"

I looked up through the curtain of my hair.

Of course.

Linda Hartwell stood over me, one perfectly manicured hand covering her mouth in mock surprise.

Captain of the cheerleading squad.

Daughter of the new Beta-the man who'd taken my father's position after his execution.

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