MATED TO THE ALPHA TRIPLETS

CHAPTER ONE

My heart pounded as I smoothed out the soft fabric of my dress. Today is my birthday party, I finally waited for my mate to claim and mark me in front of all the guests.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect. The music, the twinkling lights, and the magic of prom, and all of it had built up to this moment.

The excitement ran so deep in my veins and I felt like they would pop and spill glitter and confetti all over the floor. The beats of the music vibrated in my chest and I felt a soft thrum of hyper-activeness.

I had waited for Jason for what felt like hours, my eyes scanning the room, excitement buzzing within me

Then, I saw him.

Jason strode toward me, but something was wrong. His piercing blue eyes, usually warm, were ice-cold. His expression was sharp, a stark contrast to the laughter and excitement surrounding them. A chill crawled up my spine, but before I could open my mouth to welcome him, a cold splash of liquid hit my face.

I gasped, stumbling back as the liquid soaked through my dress. The crowd around us fell into hushed whispers.

I wiped my face, blinking hard, "Jason?" I mumbled, my voice laced with confusion.

Jason's lip curled in disgust. "How dare you make a mockery of our relationship in public!" His voice was a sharp blade, slicing through the music and chatter in the hall.

"What?" I shook my head, trying to step closer, but Jason shoved my back. I barely had time to react before his palm struck my cheek with a loud crack. The pain spread like wildfire across my face.

The room went silent. Every eye was on me, the weight of their stares pressing down on me, The slap had been so sudden, so unexpected that I struggled to regain my balance.

I clutched my burning cheek, my vision blurring. "Jason… what are you doing?" My voice wavered as I took a shaky step back.

Jason glared down at me, his jaw tight.

"Do not ever touch me again, you disgusting piece of junk." His words dripped with venom, each syllable twisting the knife deeper into my chest.

The laughter, the music, the dream of this night, it all crumbled before my very eyes.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay upright. "You can't treat me like this without telling me what I did wrong," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jason let out a cold chuckle. "Oh, you don't know?. Then let me remind you."

The giant screen behind him flickered on. I turned just as the whispers grew louder, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, the video began.

My breath hitched. The footage was slightly pixelated but clear enough to see the details.

A girl, who looked exactly like me, was in the arms of another man. They were wrapped around each other, locked in an intimate embrace. The sounds filtering through the speakers, soft moans, the rustling of clothing and underwear made my stomach churn.

My head snapped back towards Jason. "That's not me" I said, panic lacing my voice.

"Jason, you know I would never-"

Jason scoffed. "Save it." His eyes burned with betrayal. "I trusted you, Alicia. I loved you. And this is how you repay me?"

Tears pricked at my eyes. "I swear with everything in me, I do not know who that is, that never happened. It's not me".

But he wasn't listening.

The murmurs in the crowd turned into outright judgment. Some shook their heads, others whispered behind their hands, but the damage was done.

"Get lost! we are no longer mates! I reject you with this crowd as my witness. I cannot and will not be associated with a whore!”

My hands trembled, I felt the walls closing in, suffocating me under the weight of humiliation.

I had to get out. I couldn't even croak out the words to beg.

With one last glance at Jason's cold glare, I turned and ran sobbing all the way back to my hiding spot.

The night air was sharp against my wet skin as I pushed through the doors, my heels clicking against the pavement. The moment I reached my house, I slammed the door shut behind me, my chest heaving, with oceans of tears streaming down my burning cheeks.

Jason had slapped, accused and rejected me before everyone.

"Alicia?” My mother, Margaret. Flicked the lights on and immediately wiped off my tears. She stood in the living room, her expression unreadable.

“What's the matter baby?” She asked.

And at that point, I couldn't hold it in anymore. The dam broke, and tears spilled down my face. "Mom… Jason… he humiliated me. He showed a video…a fake one, and everyone, everyone believed it."

Mum exhaled deeply, her gaze dark. "We will talk about this later honey, for now, we need to leave….Right now"

I blinked, my tears momentarily forgotten. "What?"

Mum didn’t hesitate. "Pack your things. Now".

I frowned. "Mom, I don't understand. Why would we"

"I said now, Alicia!" My mother's voice cracked, a rare moment of desperation seeping through.

I swallowed hard. My mother had never looked this scared before.

I should have questioned it. I Should have demanded answers.

But right now, all I wanted was to disappear too.

With shaky hands, I rushed to my room and shoved my clothes into a bag.

My mother moved around the house, gathering important documents, tossing things into suitcases.

By the time I zipped up my bag and turned, she was already at the door, car keys in hand.

"Have you gotten everything?," she asked, urgency thick in her voice.

Alicia hesitated. "Mom… what’s really going on?"

Her grip on the keys tightened. "If we don't leave now, we're screwed. Do you understand me?"

She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. "No more questions, Alicia. Get in the car."

I obeyed, throwing my bag into the backseat and sliding into the passenger side. Mum started the engine, and within moments, we were speeding down the road, leaving behind everything we had ever known.

I turned to look out the window, watching the streets blur past. The weight of the night p

ressed down on me, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

I had been framed, rejected and humiliated.