Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

Gwen, on hearing the Alpha’s voice, ran towards him, crying with her now swollen and badly bruised face. on seeing her, in that state, the Alpha became very furious.

“What? Who did this to you?” He asked angrily, as he examined the extent of damage done to the pretty face of the pack’s future luna.

Gwen’s father is the beta of our pack and best friend to the alpha, which is one of the reasons she was quickly accepted into the palace after the prophecy of her being mated to the triplet came out.

To our alpha, Gwen is the daughter he would have always loved to have, notwithstanding, he treated her like a princess and gave her everything she could ever ask for.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But he has nevertheless failed in teaching her to respect her elders.

He follows his son’s stare to where I stood gasping for breath. His anger tripled, and as an alpha, he could scent right away that I was an omega, a Wolfless omega.

“Father, I will take care of her,” Denver said, turning his attention to the guards. He was about to address them when his dad cut him short.

“I wouldn’t have come here to see this display of foolishness if indeed you could take care of the situation of things,” the alpha spurted out at his three sons, who have now lowered their heads as a sign of respect.

“Take her to the dungeon and lock her up; she will be beheaded at sunrise tomorrow.” The alpha said angrily to the palace guards, who did as they were told by dragging me out of the palace.

Everyone present seems surprised at the alpha’s verdict, including his three sons. But no one would dare question him—not even my mother’s tears pricked his hardened heart.

I struggled with the guards as they dragged me to the palace dungeon; the voice of my mother wailing and pleading with the alpha tore my heart as I was being dragged away.

“Mum!” I called out.

“Regina, no, my daughter,” my mother screamed, as tears rained from her eyes while throwing herself at the alpha’s feet.

The gate of the dungeon was opened by one of the four guards that the king had ordered to take me to the dungeon.

The thought of the humiliation my both parents might have gone through all these years just to be able to earn a decent living broke my heart.

Only if children could see the sacrifices that their parents have to make to give them the life they have.

Still very furious, my eyes wandered around the small room I was locked up in. It was empty and dirty; the stench of whoever was there before I filled the air, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to spend the night in here.

I couldn’t even tell which one was worse: having to spend the night here alone or being executed right away.

My mind went back to when I first felt Denver’s hands around me. Damn, I have never felt so light. Of course, I know he is an alpha, and that explains where he got his strength from, but for him to lift me like a piece of paper completely blew my mind. I mean, I currently weigh ninety kilograms.

I had expected the worst when I first saw the three of them shooting dagger stares at me. I thought they were all going to bounce on me. Well, Denver was going to strike me if not for the fact that his father stopped him.

I had expected the worst when I first saw the three of them shooting dagger stares at me. I thought they were all going to bounce on me. Well, Denver was going to strike me if not for the fact that his father stopped him.

I can’t believe those dumb motherfuckers don’t even seem to recognize me; they were all quick to attack me without even asking what transpired. I can’t help but wonder what type of Alphas they are going to be.

I know I should be scared of what the alpha said about me being executed in the morning. Alpha Alexander is a no-nonsense alpha leader who believes that every crime must be punished irrespective of who committed the offense.

And to him, for a royal to be disrespected by a commoner is the highest form of crime in the pack. I wonder why he so much hates the omegas, and I can’t help but wonder if his sons are going to follow in his footsteps.

I would have had a fair hearing if I were an alpha wolf like them, but I am at a disadvantage here because I am an omega and a wolfless one at that.

Not that I am feeling sorry for beating up the b***h for daring to lift her hands against my mother, I only feel sad now because I know my mother would be crying nonstop.

I happen to be my parent’s only child, and they would be more than devastated should the alpha carry out his threat.

Thinking of their current state of mind made my eyes watery, and I wish I could talk with them at that moment and tell them I was sorry for making them go through so much pain.

Maybe I should just have stayed put like I was told and none of this would have happened.

My hand subconsciously went to my face as tears drew their ugly lines on my face.

“I thought you were tougher than this,” I heard Derrick say as I lifted my eyes to see the triplet brothers standing at the gate and staring at me with what I assumed to be a pitiful look on their faces.

On seeing them, I cleaned up my face and kept steady eye contact with them. I had long since made up my mind that I was not going to let myself be bullied by them anymore.

“Long time no see, Gina,” Devon said with a smirk, resting one of his hands on the gate that had been previously locked by one of the guards.

At that moment I realized they might have recognized me earlier; they were just too furious to acknowledge me.

Devon is the last of the triplets and a typical mama boy; he is the calmest one in the group, so calm that one might be tempted to call him the normal one. But normalcy was out of the dictionary the day they were born.

“It’s good to see you again,” Derrick said while his eyes roamed every curve of my body. He looked at me as if I were naked before him.

“Sorry, I wish I could say the same to you three,” I said to him with my hands folded defensively across my chest.

“Don’t worry about it; it is a shame though that all these are going to waste, like what the f**k did you do to your body?” Derrick said as his eyes continued to undress me.

So annoying.

I wonder why he can’t just pretend to be normal for once. Back in high school, Derrick was known as the “casanova” of the group as he was most often seen with different girls within and outside of our high school.

“I grew up, jackass,” I said to him while silently wishing I had extra yards of clothes to cover up my body as if the folded blue jeans and the white shirt I was putting on were too revealing.

“For someone who is going to be executed tomorrow, you should probably watch what you say,” Denver said from where he has been standing since they first arrived.

His voice directed my attention to him, and honestly, all I could smell at the moment was b***d. I hated him for daring to stop me from teaching that b*tch of theirs some lessons she wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

“If by defending my mother’s dignity or standing by what is right, I am going to be killed, then so be it,” I said to him coldly.

What I said—or was it the way I said it?—seemed to have some sort of effect on the triplets, as they all exchanged looks among themselves.

“What happened? Denver questioned calmly, while his brothers looked at me as if they were interested in what I had to say.

Their sudden show of concern and desire to know what happened before their cruel father sentenced me to death took me by surprise. But if they think they are going to fool me into believing that they care, then they have failed.

“Why don’t you go and ask the stupid w***e that the gods have cursed you with,” I said, and at that moment I saw Derrick’s eyes turn black as he made to attack me.

Luckily, the gate was locked, and he was restrained from breaking down the gate by his brothers. After struggling with them for some minutes, he finally calmed down.

His actions gave away the fact that he must have a strong relationship with Gwen, as he appears to be the only one truly offended by my words.

I am not surprised though, being Mr. Casanova that he is, he must have been secretly sleeping with her, which by the way is against the rules of the pack.

The alpha is only supposed to have any form of s****l activity with the Luna after the mating ceremony.

“We came here to see how we could help you, but it seems you have made up your mind to die, so we will leave you to your fate,” Denver said while walking out, closely followed by his brothers.