Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 101

Alexander's POV

I woke up drenched in sweat, despite the cold and my lack of a shirt. Another nightmare had plagued my sleep, as it had been happening consistently since she left. I never knew I was capable of dreaming or having nightmares until after she departed. I only managed to sleep four to five hours, enough to provide my body with some rest. Frustrated, I ran my hand through my hair and made my way toward the balcony, where I lit a cigarette. Deep in thought, I gazed at the starless sky, her words echoing in my mind. "You all will never be happy." It wasn't just the words themselves that stuck with me, but the way she said them. Her voice carried determination, and her eyes lacked any emotion, which frightened me. I never thought I was capable of feeling fear, but I did at that moment. I feared Emma's hatred. True to her words, I hadn't experienced true happiness since she left. The world appeared gray, devoid of color and vibrancy. The only thing that kept me going was my responsibility to my pack.

Initially, I dismissed Julian's claim of seeing her as a product of his drunkenness, but I was proven wrong. Seeing her today made me realize just how deeply I had missed her. She looked and sounded exactly the same, except for a newfound maturity and confidence in her voice. Time had seemingly worked in her favor, as she hadn't aged a day. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to remember anything due to the terrible accident. It was a miracle that she survived. As soon as she denied being Emma, we all let it go. It was evident that she had lost her memory and was now living a completely different life. We didn't want to burden her with an entirely new sense of self.

However, hearing that she was married with children shook me to the core. It stirred up a mix of emotions within me-surprise, regret, anger, and betrayal. But who was I to feel betrayed when I, too, had gotten married? We had wronged her deeply. Looking back now, I realized the terrible things we had done and said to her when we were immature and foolish. If I were in her shoes, I would have forgotten about myself as well. But it still hurt immensely to discover how she had moved on. A sudden sharp pain pierced my chest, and I groaned while gripping the affected area. Tossing the cigarette away, I made my way back to my room, now soaked by the rain that had splashed onto the balcony.

Although my parents were present, I chose not to stay in the same room as Hailey. At first, I wanted to maintain the facade of our fake marriage, but eventually, I grew tired of it all. They could think whatever they wanted. As the pain resurfaced, I decided to go downstairs and fetch a glass of water. Descending the stairs, I noticed movement in the dark kitchen. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was Emma. I stood silently, observing her for a while.

Watching her in her baggy t-shirt and shorts made me long to embrace her fragile frame. My eyes traced the contours of her smooth, tanned legs, but I shook my head, dismissing any further thoughts.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I approached her. She froze, slowly turning to face me. With my wet hair dripping onto my face, I shook it to remove the water, while she scanned my chest with her eyes. I smiled at her. She hadn't changed a bit; she was still the

same.

"Uh... um... I came to get some water," she stammered, offering me the glass she held.

"Same here," I replied, "I came to get some water too."

"Oh, okay," she muttered. I noticed the jug behind her and intended to pick it up. As I approached her, she instinctively moved back until her back hit the shelf. The idea of fetching the jug vanished from my mind the moment I caught a whiff of her sweet vanilla scent. Her fragrance was so intoxicating that my nose nearly touched the crook of her neck, but I quickly snapped back to reality.

"What are you doing?" she mumbled. My closed eyes flew open, and I hastily regained my composure. I picked up the jug and distanced myself from her.

"Just getting myself some water," I curtly replied.

"Can't you wear a shirt? Aren't you cold?" she inquired.

"Are you concerned about my health, or is my naked body distracting you?" I retorted.

"What? Of course not. Why would I feel distracted by you? If you must know, I'm a focused person who doesn't easily get distracted," she replied.

"You're not very good at lying. I could see your flustered face when you were ogling at me," I teased.

"Okay, I was flustered because the chilly wind was getting in here. You're one conceited man, you know that?" she asked.

"Don't you think it's rude to speak about an Alpha like that?" I asked.

"Hmmmm, let me think about it for a minute. No, especially since the Alpha in question started it first," she responded. This Emma was fearless. I smiled. "Couldn't you sleep?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I couldn't. You too?" she asked. I nodded. We stood in silence for a while.

"I think the rain stopped. Do you want to go for a walk?" I suggested.

"Now?" she inquired.

"Yes, now. Come on. We can take a stroll, and when we get back, we'll be so tired that we'll fall into a deep slumber," I proposed. She pondered over my words for a while.

"You're probably right. If I don't get any sleep tonight, I'll still have to drive myself to work tomorrow morning. The director will definitely not give me a minute of rest," she replied.

"Be careful not to wake the whole pack up," I said as we quietly and slowly made our way outside. She nodded. The rain had ceased, but the wind remained chilly. I had many questions I wanted to ask, but I restrained myself. However, something had been bothering

me.

"I..." we both started at the same time. I smiled.

"You go first," I said to her.

"You all seem to know Emma really well. Who was she to all of you, and why do you think I'm her?" she asked, curiosity dripping from her voice. I decided to tell her the truth.

"We don't think you're her. We know you are. You had an accident six years ago, right?" I inquired. She gasped.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"Emma had the exact same accident, and we all thought she was dead. I believe you forgot about the incident, which is why you moved on and adopted another name. Didn't the people who saved you tell you anything?" I asked.

"All Cole and Father told me was that I had been in an accident, and they didn't know who I was. It was a tough incident for me because I was..." She paused for a moment as we continued walking. I looked back at her. "You were saying?" I probed.

"Nothing important. Anyway, Father was kind enough to give me a new identity and sponsor my education," She continued.

"Was that the reason why you got married to his son? Did anyone force you?" I asked fiercely.

"What? Of course not. Cole and Father aren't those types of people. They've been nothing but kind to me. Do you think I'm such a fickle-minded person who can be easily manipulated?" she retorted, sounding quite angry.

"I guess I was wrong," I muttered bitterly. Hearing her getting so defensive about her new husband hurt a lot.

"You were. You still haven't told me what your relationship with Emma was," she said. The rain started to fall heavily again, catching us completely off guard.

"We should head back inside," she said loudly, turning around to leave. I held her hand and pulled her towards me.

"What are you doing? We are getting drenched" she said, looking startled.

"You asked me what my relationship with her was. How about I show you," I replied. Her hair clung to her head, and her shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing the contours of her perfectly rounded curves. I trailed my fingers across her cheeks, down to her soft, parted lips. She trembled. I leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Aren't you married?" she asked, stopping me in my tracks. I stared at her in surprise. She gently pulled away.

"You must have taken me for one of those women who fall for your sweet talks and good looks, right? Even though your wife is not the most likable person I've ever met, she's still your wife. And what you just did is considered cheating," she said sternly. "What..."

"Save it. I'm your wife's doctor, and I hope this never happens again. Have a good night, Alpha Alex," she cut me off sharply and walked away without even glancing back. I stared at her in shock. This Emma was certainly different. She had truly changed, contrary to what I had believed.