Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets-Chapter 42 - rot?

42

~Lisa’s POV

After Belinda left the clinic, the room felt colder.

Her cruel words kept replaying in my head like a broken song.

"If you want to die... do it right next time."

I stared at the ceiling, blinking back more tears, but it was no use. They came anyway, hot and heavy, soaking my pillow just like before.

I turned slowly on the small bed, careful not to pull the bandage on my arm. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t as loud as the ache inside my chest.

I missed my dad.

So, so much.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture his face. His warm smile. His rough hands always held mine when I was scared. The way he used to sing to me softly at night, even when he was tired from work.

He was the only one who ever truly loved me.

He didn’t care that I was human. He didn’t care that I was small, or weak, or quiet.

To him, I was enough.

And I left him behind.

A sob escaped my lips as I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. I didn’t want anyone to hear. Not the guards. Not the nurses. Definitely not the triplets.

They’d just laugh.

I wondered how he was doing now.

Was he still sick?

Had he gotten worse?

Was he... still alive?

That last thought nearly broke me.

I hugged myself tighter, curling up like a child under the blanket.

I’m sorry, Dad, I whispered in my head. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve taken care of you instead of coming here.

A shiver ran through my body, and I buried my face into the pillow.

I missed him.

I missed the way he called me "sunshine."

I missed the smell of home, the sound of birds in the morning, the warm tea we used to drink together before bed.

I missed the peace.

And I missed being loved.

No one here loved me.

Not one soul.

The loneliness wrapped around me like a cold fog, and slowly, through my tears, I drifted off to sleep.

The last thing I saw was the memory of my father’s smile.

And the last thing I felt was the pain of knowing I might never see him again.

I was tired.

Not just in my body, but in my soul.

After everything, I stopped fighting. I didn’t have the strength anymore, not to cry, not to scream, not even to ask "why." I just let the nurses give me my medicine. I swallowed whatever pills they handed me, nodded when they spoke to me, and stared at the wall the rest of the time.

I wasn’t healing.

I was hiding inside myself.

Two days passed, and they finally told me I could go.

The nurse didn’t say goodbye.

No one did.

They just handed me back my worn-out clothes and led me out of the clinic like I was invisible.

I walked slowly to my room. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging chains behind me. When I reached my door, I didn’t even bother shutting it properly. I just collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

I didn’t know what to feel anymore.

I didn’t want revenge.

I didn’t want to scream.

I just wanted peace.

So I made a decision.

I would stay quiet.

I would keep my head low.

I would survive, nothing more.

I wouldn’t talk to anyone. I wouldn’t look at the triplets if I could help it. I would do my chores quietly and disappear into the background. That way, maybe they’d forget I existed. Maybe they wouldn’t hurt me again.

But life in this palace never worked that way.

I was in the laundry room the next day, folding sheets slowly, my hands still sore from everything. The other maids ignored me like always, whispering and laughing in their corners.

Then a guard stepped in.

He didn’t even blink when he looked at me. Just said the words coldly.

"The alphas want to see you. Now."

My heart stopped.

I froze with a sheet half-folded in my hands.

I wanted to say no.

I wanted to run.

But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

My hands trembled as I followed him through the hallway. I kept my eyes low, walking quietly like I always did. I didn’t want to give anyone a reason to talk. Or laugh. Or punish me again.

I thought maybe they wanted to scold me about something I had forgotten. Or maybe blame me again for Milo. I didn’t know.

But I never expected... that. Never expected that they would raped me.

I don’t remember all of it.

I only remember how it felt.

How the room suddenly became too small. How their voices felt louder than ever. How my body stopped listening to me.

I remember the pain. The fear. The way I froze when I should have run.

And then... nothing.

Like my mind shut a door and locked it to protect me.

I woke up later on the floor, cold and shaking. My clothes were torn. My heart was beating too fast.

I didn’t cry.

Not then.

I just stared at the ceiling and felt empty. Like I wasn’t inside my body anymore.

I don’t know how long I lay there.

"You’ve had enough time to cry and roll around in bed," Rowan said sharply, not even looking at me. "You’re not dead. That means you’re fine."

I swallowed hard.

Kael leaned back in his chair. "Get dressed. Return to your duties."

I blinked, slowly lifting my eyes.

"What?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"You heard me," he said, with a tone like I’d asked the stupidest question in the world. "You’re not special, human. We don’t have time for your little emotional breakdowns."

Damon smirked without humor. "The palace still needs cleaning. Food still needs cooking. Or would you rather go back to the cell and rot?"

A deep sting grew in my chest.