Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 27

Emma's POV

"Emma!" I heard their voices calling out to me as I ran blindly through the school hallway. I tripped on something and fell flat on my face.

"Are you okay?" Julian asked, coming to stand in front of me and trying to help me up.

"Don't touch me," I utter bitterly. I dusted myself up and got up on my own.

I stare at the three of them unbelievably with my tear-filled eyes.

"What's wrong? We were calling you, but you just ran off," Philip muttered softly.

"Seriously? Are you seriously asking me what's wrong after you just ended my whole life with one single post," I replied, scoffing at the audacity they had to ask me such a question. "Post? What post?" Alexander asked with a frown, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Don't try to deny it!" I screamed at the top of my voice, which startled them. They looked shocked at my sudden outburst. Even though I am shocked by the way I spoke, I am done with all their pranks. This isn't just about me, they brought my family and my entire life into this.

"Why do you derive joy in making me suffer? Why do you keep doing this to me when I've never done anything wrong to offend you? Why are you so heartless? Why!" I yelled, tears flowing down my face.

"But we haven't done anything. We truly don't know what you are talking about," said Philip, looking truly confused. But I don't believe any of this. They might still be acting to get a reaction out of me.

"All I have ever wanted was to pay off my parent's debt and finally be able to leave this place and leave my own life, but seems like the moon goddess had other plans to torture me more," I said sitting on the grass dejected and crying hysterically. "Don't say that Emma, you being mated to us, this," Julian points towards all of us, "is not t*****e, the mate bond is not t*****e for us, it's...,"

"It is torture for me, you are not the ones whose life is ruined, you are not the ones whose entire family history is on the school's website, you are not the ones who are now a victim of ridicule in the entire school," I mutter through gritted teeth slowly. "What?" Julian growls and quickly checked his phone. I saw their expressions darken when they saw the post, but at this point, I don't know what to believe anymore. I just want to go home and bawl my eyes out.

"We promise you, Emma, we didn't have a hand in this," Julian pleaded.

"How many people know about my family history?" I asked incredulously.

"We promise it wasn't...,"

"How many?" I uttered slowly, cutting Philip off and not wanting to listen to their excuses anymore.

"Us, Hailey, our dad.,"

"Exactly, only people that lived in the pack house knew. So tell me, did the Alpha make such a post on our school website?" I asked sarcastically.

"It could have been Hailey or someone else found out," Alexander said, speaking for the first time since he followed me out.

"Hailey? You guys? Aren't you all a team? Didn't you derive joy in making my life a living hell? What difference does it make whether Hailey wrote the article or not?" I asked.

"That was in the past. We've changed now, and we will never do anything to hurt you anymore," Julian said, crouching on the grass in front of me.

"You can never change. I was a fool to believe you could, this just strengthens my resolve to reject you and run as far away as I can. Being mated to you will only bring me a lifetime of sorrow and pain," I spat the words at him bitterly.

He stares at me, shocked and dumbstruck.

"You can't leave," Philip said as he also crouched in front of me. "You can't leave us and go anywhere. You are our mate now," Philip replies, trying to move the strands of hair that have fallen on my face messily.

I swatted his hand away.

"I'm going to leave and nobody can change that, and I already told you to stop calling me your mate because I'm not. I have rejected you. It's done. We are over and you or anyone else can't force me to take back what I said," I said, trying to get back up on my feet. Julian tried to help me up by offering his hand as support, but I ignored him and stood on my own.

"We promise you, Emma, if this is because of the article, we will make sure to replace the person who did this and make sure they regret it," Alexander vowed coldly. Typical cold Alexander.

"Don't you get it? This is not just about the article. My life was over anyway before the article showed up. The article helped me rekindle the kind of people you are and the feelings I have for you," I took in a deep breath and continued.

"You all are nothing but monsters, tormentors and all I feel is anger, and fear from all your brutality towards me when I look at you. You can stop this pretense of caring for me now and go back to how you used to behave. Oh! and you can tell your pack members I have no interest whatsoever in becoming Luna, so they can all leave me alone," I said, glancing at every single one of them before turning around to leave.

"Emma wait," I heard them call, following right behind me.

"Don't follow me," I said, not stopping or looking back soon enough I heard their footsteps recede.

I don't want to go home.

'Home' I thought, wanting to laugh out loud. Do I even have the right to call that place my home? A place that has shown me nothing but misery and pain. A place where the sad story of my life all started from. A place where I have never felt loved nor the warmth a home has to offer. A place where nobody even cares if I live or die. Can I really call that place my home?

I walked around aimlessly on the streets. I thought about how much of a fool I have been to actually think the boys could change. I thought about all that happened this morning and my legs gave up.

I fell to my knees and sobbed loudly on the streets. People stopped and stared at me. I looked at them through my tear-filled eyes and found them pointing fingers and laughing maniacally at me. I stared at a woman and I heard her mutter "Slave, worthless," I shook my head mumbling and sobbing loudly. But my sobs could not drown their voices. Soon enough, I hear different voices. 'Slave, you thought you could ever be loved? How foolish of you. You that were left behind by your parents to pay off their debts. You that was not loved or wanted by your parents, how can anyone love you?" the voices resounded in my ears, and continued to laugh.

"Nooo," I screamed loudly, covering my ears with my hands to muffle the voices wailing profusely. I looked back up to see them looking at me weirdly and whispering to one another like I had gone crazy. It was all in my imagination. Everything I heard and saw was not real, but no one came to check if I was okay. Who am I kidding? No one cares anyway. I got up on my feet and ran away from there.

I run towards John and my favorite spot. I halt in my steps when I saw the silhouette of someone.

"John?" I asked, unsure if it was really him.

"I knew I would replace you here," he said with a smile coming out from behind the tree. I ran into his arms, sobbing. I cried for a while before finally calming down.

"You were right. You are always right, I got carried away by their charm again," I muttered, trying my best not to cry again.

"Emma," he sighed, patting my back comfortingly.

"I am so sorry, if only I had enough courage to stand up to them for you," he said sadly.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up for something that is not your fault," I said softly. I would never blame him for something like that when I could not even save myself from them. His being here with me is more than enough. I would not want to drag him into my mess anyway. "Are you hungry?" he asked after we sat in silence for a while.

"I'm not, I already had breakfast," I answer, thinking back to when the boys made me breakfast in bed. They all looked so convincing like they really cared for me, but it was all a lie like it always is. They made a fool out of me again. My mind is made up now, I am going to leave this pack, and no amount of pretense they show me is going to change my mind.