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FROM BULLIED TO BELOVED: Bound To The Cruel Alpha Triplet

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Helen once had a perfect life. A loving father. A gentle, selfless mother who would’ve given her life for hers. But that perfect world shattered in an instant. Her father came home in a fit of rage—wild, unrecognizable—and before Helen’s young eyes, he struck down her mother. Then, as if the weight of his actions consumed him, he took his own life too. Everything changed that night. Orphaned and traumatized, Helen was taken in by her mother’s sister, Laura, who served tirelessly at the pack’s hospital. But Laura barely had time to eat, let alone raise a grieving child. Helen grew up without warmth, without affection. To survive, she began working as a maid—still a child herself—just to earn her keep. That was how she met them. The triplet Alphas of Hollow Pack. Feared. Revered. Untouchable. And from the moment they laid eyes on her, they made her life a living hell. Bullying. Humiliation. Cruel games. All Helen ever wanted was a happy ending—a place to belong, someone to love her. After countless failed attempts to take her own life, she finally gave up on hope and resigned herself to the cruel fate she’d been given. What an ill-fated destiny indeed. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, when she expected nothing—no gifts, no recognition, and certainly no mate—something shifted. She felt it. A pull. Drawn irresistibly to Kael, one of the triplets. No. It couldn’t be. But before she could steady her breath, three scents wrapped around her—intoxicating, distinct, and yet perfectly intertwined. Panic surged. She ran. To the river. To silence the racing thoughts. There was no way… No way she was mated to them. All three of them. But the bond said otherwise. And soon, Helen would learn that behind the cold, hardened hearts of the Alphas who had once despised her… were truths darker than her past, and a destiny she never saw coming. ***** I glanced up at their sneering faces, fear gripping me as my chest heaved heavily with breaths. Beads of water rolled down my chin as chill swept through my spine. Their scents was overwhelming. “You!” Kael sneered, his wolf surging forward through his iris. “How dare you? What did you do?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “I… I did nothing!” Kaden stepped closer, leaning forward as he looked into my eyes. “There is no way in the world I will choose to mate with you!” Grabbing me by the neck, he pushed my head into the river, holding it down as I thrashed and thrashed. He pulled my head back and glared daggers at me. I struggled to breath, my heart hammering wildly against my rib cage. My lips trembled at the utter rejection. I looked to the third person, waiting for his as well. King said nothing as he looked away. “Make sure no one in the pack knows.” He said, his tone indifferent. “We’ll inform Father ourselves.” With that, they left me, cold and abandoned.
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