My Triplet Alpha Stepbrothers’ Obsession

Gisele’s POV

I slipped through the back doors of the school cafeteria, my tray clutched tightly in my trembling hands.

The bell had barely stopped ringing, and I was still reeling from the boys I managed to escape from in the hallway.

My stepbrothers’ gang.

My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for a familiar face or a quiet spot to collect my thoughts.

But for some reason, my mind kept drifting back to the guys I'd seen lingering by my stepbrothers' lockers. They looked like the kind of people you didn't want to mess with, and I couldn't help but wonder what my stepbrothers were involved in.

Thinking that my stepbrothers were lurking around, I rushed into the cafeteria, my stomach growling with hunger. I'd gone without food for what felt like an eternity - 17, maybe 18 hours? The thought of facing my stepbrothers at home had taken away my appetite the night before, and I'd intentionally skipped dinner.

Just to avoid them.

This morning, I'd done the same, avoiding the kitchen and their prying eyes. Now, my body was screaming for food and sustenance and I was starting to feel dizzy.

As I scanned the cafeteria, my eyes landed on the food stations, and my mouth began to water. I hastened to grab a tray and load up on food, my hands shaking slightly as I poured myself a glass of juice.

The aroma of spaghetti and meatballs wafted through the air, making my stomach rumble louder. I felt lightheaded, my vision blurring slightly as I made my way to an empty table.

I collapsed onto the chair, my tray clattering as I dug into the meal.

Eating alone in the cafeteria had become my usual routine. My friends, the few I had somehow managed to befriend, were all in a higher grade, so our paths didn't often cross during school hours. Sometimes I'd catch glimpses of them in the hallways or during dismissal, but that was about it.

It wasn't like I expected anything different, though. As an omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, or worse.

The social hierarchy here was brutal, and my stepbrothers were at the top of the status table. They ruled the school liked kings with an iron fist, and everyone knew better than to cross them.

Which meant I was someone often neglected.

No one wanted to risk my stepbrothers' wrath by becoming my friend or showing me kindness.

I'd learned to accept it, to expect nothing but cold shoulders and whispered insults. It was just the way things were.

I ate my lunch, trying to tune out the chatter and laughter around me, focusing on the food and the quiet solitude.

Immediately, I caught sight of my stepbrothers walking into the cafeteria, and my instincts kicked in.

I wondered how someone could look like they were sculpted by angels and yet be so mercilessly wicked.

My stepbrothers were the epitome of every girl's dream.

I quickly gathered my tray and slipped out through the back door. The warm sun on my skin was welcoming compared to the tension I'd felt inside.

I spotted an empty bench under the old elm tree and made a beeline for it, hoping to escape the chaos of the cafeteria and the scrutiny of my stepbrothers. But just as I was about to sit down, I heard my name being called.

"Gisele! Hey, Gisele!" Morris and Maureen, the twins, were waving at me from a nearby bench. They were my only friends, and I was grateful for their presence in my life. I hesitated for a moment, then changed direction, walking toward them instead.

As I approached them, a surge of fear gripped me as Raugar's voice cut through the air, his words filled with hatred.

"Look what the wind dragged in." He mocked.

I flinched, my heart sinking as he stepped into my path. With a swift motion, he knocked the tray out of my hands, and I watched in horror as my lunch splattered across the ground.

Spaghetti sauce stained my shoes, and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me.

He sneered at me, his golden brown eyes glinting with cruelty. "Planning to eat that off the floor, mutt?"

His words stung, and I felt my face burn with shame. I knew better than to respond, to give him any more things to use against me.

Instead, I stood frozen, my eyes cast downward, as I waited for him to lose interest and walk away.

Morris and Maureen's faces were filled with anger, but they knew better than to intervene. They'd learned long ago that standing up to the triplets only made things worse. I stood there, trapped in this moment of humiliation, my heart aching with frustration and helplessness.

Kaelric, the eldest, leaned against a tree with a smirk. “Bet she is. That’s how low omegas are, right? Filthy little bottom feeders.” He laughed.

“Maybe if she learned to lick boots better, someone might finally want her,” Orien, the youngest but meanest, added when he snatched my book bag and spilled its contents onto the ground. I felt a surge of desperation.

"Please stop," I whispered, crouching to gather my scattered belongings.

"Did you say something, freak?" Raugar sneered, stepping closer.

I felt my vision blur with unshed tears as Orien kicked my sketchpad, the pages flipping open to reveal a drawing of two wolves - fierce, beautiful, and free. It was a fantasy, a dream I'd had about twin wolves, but now it seemed like a cruel joke.

The triplets continued to taunt me, their words piercing my heart. "You may live in our house, but you'll never be one of us." The pain of their words was like a physical blow, and I felt myself shrinking and becoming smaller.

As I continued to pick up my scattered belongings, a familiar routine in the face of the triplets' bullying which I was now very used to.

Morris and Maureen rushed to help me and Maureen's eyes flashed with anger as she began to confront the triplets, her voice rising with each syllable. "You're so inconsiderate! Can't you just leave her alone?" She asked.

Raugar sneered at her, his chiseled features twisted in a warning. "Stay in your lane, twin. Unless you want to regret it." His piercing eyes seemed to bore into Maureen's skin, but she stood her ground, her chin jutting out in defiance.

“See you at home, sis.” Kaelric mocked and they walked away.

After the whole encounter, Maureen escorted me to the bathroom, her arm around my shoulders. Inside, she helped me clean up the spaghetti stains on my shoes and clothes.

As we stood by the sink, her expression became serious. "Gisele, you need to stand up for yourself. You should tell your father about this." She said.

I shook my head, feeling a pang of frustration. "I can't, Maureen. It will just make things worse." Her hazel eyes sparkled with concern, her curly brown hair bouncing as she nodded slowly.

"You need to report them, Gisele. You can't let them get away with this." She insisted.

I sighed, feeling exhausted. "Just a couple of months, Maureen. I'll be going to university, and it'll all be over. I just have to endure it." I said and her face softened, and she gave me a gentle smile.

"You're strong, Gisele. You can get through this."

Just then, my phone rang, breaking the short silence. I glanced at the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Alpha Theron, my stepdad.