Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 80

Hailey's POV

I lay with my eyes closed, tanning beside the swimming pool, feeling content. This was the life I had always wanted to live, and after many hindrances and obstacles, I finally got to live it. Being the Luna of this magnificent pack was at the top of my list. The second thing I wanted was the boys. Although I only got Alexander, it was okay because he gave me the position I had always desired.

I giggled happily, despite his rudeness, arrogance, and frequent anger. He was mine and mine alone. We were now husband and wife, or mates as people would call it. Achieving my aim and being Luna for the past six years has been exhilarating. "Why did you stop?!" I growled at the maid fanning me. I sat up, squinting my eyes against the bright sun's rays. I wanted to tan my skin perfectly for my mate, Alexander. However, the sun was so hot that I asked the maid to fan me. She was panting heavily and sweating profusely. I gave her a dirty glare, and she quickly went down on her knees.

"Forgive me, Luna. The sun was just too hot. I will start again," she pleaded, scrambling to her feet. I pushed her away with my foot, and she fell with a yelp into the pool.

"Such a nuisance. You've got your filthy sweat on me," I said furiously. She struggled to get out of the pool, flailing her arms around.

"You, over there," I beckoned to two other maids beside me. There were about seven or eight maids in total, but I didn't bother to count or care. They were maids, why should I trouble my pretty little head over them? Well, they were omegas, but what was the difference between omegas and maids? They were all the same lowlifes.

They quickly came to stand in front of me. "Get that thing out of my pool and change the water. On second thought, wash the entire pool before filling it up again," I ordered without glancing at them. I lay back down and closed my eyes.

"Yes, Luna," they replied. I snapped my fingers and rolled onto my back. A maid began to rub sunscreen on my back gently. I had never imagined that being Luna would come with so many benefits. It was even better than I had imagined, and I was glad I pursued this ambition of mine. Another maid began to fan me. I lay there for about five more minutes before getting up.

I rose from the chair and wore my robe around myself before sauntering inside the pack house. We now live in the main house, my dream house. The former Alpha and Luna were mostly absent, traveling and sightseeing all over the world. Even if they were around, we could all live in the pack house without running into each other. It was as big as a mansion.

I saw Julian sitting on a stool in front of our mini bar, drinking from a glass. Since Alexander became Alpha and I became Luna, Julian and Philip had been helping out with the pack. They weren't Alphas, but the way the three of them handled things made you think they were all crowned. I sashayed towards Julian, walking behind him and leaning in to take his glass.

"You wouldn't mind me taking your drink, would you?" I asked, taking a seat beside him and taking a sip from his glass.

"I do mind, a lot," he replied without glancing at me.

"Too bad, I already took it," I said with a smile.

"I don't remember inviting you to take a seat beside me," he uttered rudely. I paused but continued drinking after a while. This has been their behavior towards me for the past six years. It's either they ignore me or speak rudely to me. It's quite evident that they don't want me here. They have made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions, but I couldn't care less as long as I have Alexander and my position. I am here to stay, and no one can ever change that.

"Julian, have I done something to upset you? If I have, just let me know, and we can discuss it like we used to," I said in a pitiful voice while gently rubbing his arm. I wanted to be on their good side; it would be easier for me to know what was happening in their lives and control them as I always have. It would be nice to have everything go back to the way it was before. He glanced at my hands.

"Keep your hands away from me," he warned. My face fell as I gently withdrew my hands from his arm, thinking I had failed woefully once again.

"Do you want to know what you did wrong and how to make up for it?" he asked. I turned my head towards him with a glimmer of hope. I nodded eagerly and urged him to tell me.

"Yes, please tell me," I pleaded.

"Your mere existence is what's wrong and upsetting," he spat, causing my smile to fade.

"And do you know how you can make up for it? By getting the hell out of our lives for good. No one wants you here," he said menacingly, before getting up and leaving with his glass. I glared angrily at his retreating back. Why did they have to be so difficult? It used to be easier to manipulate them. I was so furious that I smashed the glass with my hands, causing it to shatter and some glass shards to dig into my skin.

I snickered maniacally. I would never give up until I had them eating from the palm of my hands again. I stood up from my chair, and the maids immediately began cleaning up.

"Where is my husband?" I asked one of the maids.

"He's in his study, Luna," she stuttered. I walked toward Alex's study, wearing nothing but my silk robe. I encountered Philip on the way; he was engrossed in his phone. I smiled and quickened my pace. He glanced up from his phone, and our eyes met. "Phil," I called out happily, with a wide smile on my face.

He sighed. "My day is definitely going to be awful," he muttered, walking past me without stopping or looking back. I glared at his retreating figure. How dare he walk out on me like that? I took a deep breath and stopped in front of Alexander's study. I pulled down my robe slightly to reveal some skin before pushing the door open.

"Get out," he immediately said as soon as I stepped in, without looking up at me. He was still engrossed in reading the files on his desk, wearing his reading glasses. I glanced around the room, wondering if anyone else was inside. But I didn't see anyone. He must have mistaken me for someone else. With a flirtatious smile, I walked toward his desk.

"Hello, husband," I whispered, removing my robe to reveal only my swimsuit. He continued glancing through his files without looking up at me. Didn't he hear me? I wondered with a frown. I gently closed the files he was reading and took off his glasses. He finally looked up at me without uttering a word. I trailed my fingers along his arm, then stopped at his shirt. Seductively, I unbuttoned his shirt, but still, there was no response. I sat on his thighs and ground against him, feeling aroused and hoping for a reaction. "Are you ovulating?" he deadpanned. I stopped grinding.

"What?" I asked my voice husky with desire.

"Did I stutter?" he asked, his eyes void of emotion and his hands hanging limply by his sides. He didn't even touch me.

"Yes, I am," I hurriedly replied, grabbing his face for a kiss. He forcefully pushed me off onto the floor. I fell with a thud, staring up at him in shock.

"Liar! Do you think you can fool me?" he growled ferociously.

"Alex, please don't do this. We're married now. Do I have to be ovulating for you to agree to sleep with me?" I asked, unable to believe what was happening.

"Don't delude yourself. Did you think I was bluffing when I said we only got married for the pack? Or did you believe I would change my mind? Get the hell out of my office. I don't want to see you," he said, putting his glasses back on and returning to reading his files. I stared at him in shock. Even if he was angry with me, he was still a man, wasn't he? How could he refuse me after seeing me naked?

He sighed, dropped his pen, kicked his chair back, and stood up. He grabbed me by the arm and flung me out of his office.

"Alex, wait..." I started, but the sound of the slamming door cut me off.