Chapter 9- Join The Fun

MIRANDA

I was sprawled out on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

My room was a total disaster—clothes tossed everywhere, empty snack wrappers crinkling under my feet

I didn’t bother to move. I had zero energy left after the drama of today.

Lena was gone, shipped off like some package to pay my parents stupid debt, and honestly, I was glad.

No more of her hovering around, pretending to be useful. I just wanted to zone out and forget everything.

Then came the knock. Soft at first, but insistent. I didn’t say a word.

What was the point? If it was important, they’d go away or come in anyway.

But nope, the knocking kept going, louder each time. I groaned inwardly. It had to be Mom.

Who else would bother me like this?

The door creaked open, and there she was, stepping in with that familiar scowl.

I could practically smell the anger rolling off her. But did I care? Not one bit. I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling, pretending she wasn’t there.

“Miranda, why are your clothes littered everywhere? Can’t you at least put them in the laundry basket?” she snapped.

I groaned out loud this time and rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Ugh, Mom, really?”

“Lena hasn’t even been gone for 24 hours, and you’re already messing everything up,” she went on, picking up a shirt from the floor like it personally offended her.

I sat up a little, just enough to glare at her. “You know, the time you’re wasting yelling at me? You could’ve used that to pick up the clothes yourself and toss them in the basket. Problem solved.”

She scoffed, that frustrated sound she always makes when she’s about to lose it. “This isn’t how you talk to your mother, Miranda. It’s so disrespectful.”

I flopped back down, crossing my arms. “Am I supposed to care about that? Because I don’t.”

She paused, her hands clenched around the shirt. “Since the day you were born, you’ve never picked up a single thing from the floor. Not once.”

I raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see it from where I was lying.

“And whose fault is that, huh? You spoiled me rotten, Mom. Don’t act surprised now.”

“If you expect someone to clean up after you,” she said, her voice rising, “maybe I should hire a maid. Or… or get a slave, like you keep saying.”

I laughed. “Exactly! Hire a maid, get a slave—whatever. Just stop nagging me about it.”

She sighed, trying to sound reasonable, like she always does when she’s backed into a corner. “It’s not that simple, Miranda. It’s not easy to get a slave almost immediately, it takes—”

“I don’t care,” I cut her off, waving a hand dismissively even though my back was to her.

“Either get a slave to clean up my messes, or keep doing it yourself. I’m not touching any of it. You knew what you were signing up for when you had me.”

She stepped closer to the bed, her shadow falling over me. “Come on, help out a little. Just this once. It wouldn’t kill you.”

I snorted. “If you hadn’t traded Lena for your dumb debt, she’d be the one cleaning right now. But since she’s gone, guess what? It’s your job. Do everything she used to do until you find a replacement. I’m not a slave, Mom. You are, apparently.”

Her face twisted, and she looked like she might cry or yell—hard to tell. “Lena was taken in your place, you know that. You were the one supposed to go for the debt.”

I shot up, finally facing her fully. “That’s not my fault! I never told you and Father to take out a loan you couldn’t pay back. Don’t blame your bad decisions on me.”

“You should be grateful,” she said bitterly, her eyes narrowing. “That loan paid for your fancy clothes, your whole lifestyle.”

I shrugged, flopping back down. “Still don’t care.”

There was a long silence. Then she changed the subject out of nowhere. “You better get up and meet your alphas. They’re back in the pack.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. The alphas? My alphas? “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” I demanded, sitting up so fast the room spun a little.

She mumbled something, looking away. “I… forgot.”

“Forgot?” I exploded, jumping off the bed. “They’re my lovers, Mom! How do you forget something like that?”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “That was over a year ago, Miranda. And it was just one time. Besides, they shared you—the triplets. That wasn’t love. It was… whatever.”

I felt my cheeks heat up from anger. She was the one who pushed me to seduce them in the first place!

“Encouraging your daughter to hook up with the alphas for status, huh? Real classy, Mom.”

She ignored that. “They might not even want to see you.”

I grabbed my jacket from the floor. “Not your business,” I snapped, heading for the door.

As I walked out, she called after me, “At least if you go see them, make sure you seduce them properly this time. Become their Luna or something.”

I rolled my eyes, not even turning back. “Whatever.”

“And whatever mess you make—” she started.

“You can pick it up!” I yelled over my shoulder. “Or leave it until you get another slave.” I slammed the door so hard the walls shook, and stormed down the hall, my mind racing.

The alphas were back. Theron, Aldric and Ronan were my everything. Powerful, hot, untouchable.

And I’d had them once. Multiple times, actually. Not just one night like Mom said. We’d snuck around for days during their birthday celebration last year, laughing, touching, losing ourselves in each other.

It was wild and intense.

wanted that again, but more. I wanted to be official. Their mate. Luna of the pack. I didn’t care if I had to share them; as long as I was on top, ruling everything, it was fine.

I headed straight for the pack.

It was easier to go anywhere I like at the pack because my father was the Delta of the pack.

The place was buzzing with with the slaves or whoever those disgusting creatures were.

But then I saw Lena. Talking to someone, smiling like she owned the world.

My stomach twisted into knots. What the hell? The bitch slave wasn’t supposed to have friends yet.

She was meant to be hated, tortured, alone. That’s what slaves deserved in this pack. Why was she chatting like everything was normal? Her fellow slaves clearly weren’t doing their job.

This was it. I needed the alphas on my side more than ever. If I could get in their good books, I’d make Lena’s life hell. Properly.

I marched over, my heels clicking on the path. “Lena!” I called sharply.

She turned, her face lighting up with surprise—and maybe a hint of fear. “Miranda? What are you doing here?”

I smirked, crossing my arms. “I came to see my triplet Alpha lovers. You might think I’m here for you, but nope. Whatever you’re doing—making friends or whatever—it’s not my business. I just wish you’d drop dead already.”

Her eyes widened, and the person she was talking to shifted uncomfortably. But I didn’t wait for a response. I spun on my heel and walked away, feeling her stare burning into my back.

I removed the thought of Lena from my mind so I could think only about the triplet Alphas.

—————-

The last time I’d seen the alphas was at their birthday bash last year. I’d played the perfect good girl—polite, flirty, eager to please.

I’d hoped it’d stick in their minds. Now, with them back, I had a real plan. Not just fun nights. I wanted one of them—any of them—to claim me as mate.

But why stop at one? All three would be ideal. Sharing? Fine by me. Luna status was the prize.

Theron was my best bet. He’d been the one to pull me in first, introducing me to his brothers. They’d all called me their favorite, and those nights… goddess, they were mind-blowing.

Tangled sheets,, bodies moving like we were made for each other. It wasn’t just sex; it felt like destiny. Four souls connecting—me and the triplets. I could still feel the heat of it.

The park hadn’t changed much. I only came here for big events usually, not personal stuff.

But Theron’s room? I remembered every detail. If I could find him, he’d remember me. He had to.

I reached his door, my heart pounding. But then I heard a woman voice.

It was soft and breathy. I leaned in, ear to the wood. Moans. Giggles. They were… intimate. Full-on.

Jealousy hit me and I shoved the door opened without knocking.

There he was: Alpha Theron with a naked woman wrapped around him.

I stood there, frozen, my blood boiling.

Theron turned slowly, his eyes blank at first.

“Who are you?” he asked, casual as if I’d interrupted him ordering lunch. “I don’t remember you.”

My eyes narrowed. I stepped forward. “I’m Miranda. Your favorite sex partner. Seriously? You’ve forgotten everything? We had a thing last year. Multiple times. You, me, and your brothers. You don’t remember our first son together?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. “Our… son?”

I smirked, even though my heart was racing. “Not a real kid. I mean the bond. Three of you, one me—that makes four. Four connections, like soul marks.”

He stared for a second, then it hit him. His eyes lit up, a wicked smile spreading. “Miranda. My favorite sex partner.” He glanced down at himself, then back. “You’re the one with the—yeah, I remember now.”

I folded my arms, feeling cocky. “Took you long enough.”

He looked at the woman beside him, who was glaring at me like I was trash. Then back to me.

“So… you mind joining the fun?”

A slow smirk spread across my face. “Two women, one Alpha? Why not?”

Then I leaned against the doorframe. “Or maybe I’ll just watch.”