Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 81

Hailey's

POV

Did he really just shut the door in my face? I thought in disbelief.

"Alex, open the door, and let's talk about this," I said, repeatedly banging on his door. He didn't respond or open the door.

"You can't keep ignoring me, I'm your wife!" I yelled angrily. I stopped banging and waited for him to open up or say something, but he never did. I continued to angrily hit the door with my fist, but then I noticed some maids stopping to stare. They stole glances at me, and I knew they would turn it into their topic of discussion if I stayed here any longer and Alexander didn't answer.

With my head held high, I walked confidently past his study towards our room. Some maids hurriedly left, while some bowed their heads as I walked by. They were lucky they corrected their mistake immediately, or I would have dealt with them so harshly that they would wish they were never born. I angrily slammed the door of our room shut and paced around.

I may have gotten the title of Luna, but I have definitely lost the boys, especially Alexander. I had thought he was just speaking out of anger when he told me he would never fulfill the role of a husband to me, but true to his words, he never did. He ignored me like a plague for the past six years. Whenever I tried to get close to him, he would coldly brush me off. But whenever we were around his parents, he would treat me nicely, and his brothers would do the same, giving off the impression that everything was fine with our relationship. They perfected this act so well that I wondered if they had bipolar disorder and if it was a triplet thing that I never knew of.

I knew they weren't sick in any way. They were just treating me this way so that I would willingly leave. But if they thought I would leave, they would have to think again. No matter how badly they treated me, I would never give up my position as Luna. We would continue to live like this until they gave up and started treating me the way they used to. I'm definitely not a quitter, and that should be apparent by now. I get whatever I want, and if I say I want Alexander's love and affection, I will definitely get it, even if it takes another six years. There is no rush since we will be staying together for a very long time.

A year after we got married, Alexander brought up a rule when his parents and the council pressured us for an heir. He vehemently refused to consummate our marriage, even after I tried to seduce him several times. But when he saw that he had no other choice, he made a rule that we would only sleep together when I was in heat or ovulating. At first, I was happy that he had agreed to consummate our marriage, but he would only have s*x with me when he was drunk or high.

The s*x was not exciting or passionate. Even when I tried to spice things up, he never let me. He did it like he was being forced to do a chore. After a while, it became frustrating, and I wanted more. I tried everything possible to make things the way they were before, but it just wasn't working. It even got to a point where he called me by that bitch- Emma's name when he was drunk and having s*x with me.

It was so annoying and degrading. Even after her death, she was still making me so mad. If she wasn't already dead, I would have gotten up at that moment and clawed her to death. That's how infuriated I was. I had been overjoyed when she finally left, even ecstatic when she died, thinking I would finally have the boys all to myself. But no, she just had to keep ruining my life.

Feeling incredibly hot, I decided to strip off my clothes and step into the shower. The weather was scorching, and on top of that, Alex had just denied me s*x when I really needed it. This only fueled my anger, making me feel like I was burning up. I needed a refreshing bath to cool down and clear my head. After taking a long, much-needed cold bath, I stepped out of my bathroom. Well, it was technically mine since Alex rarely slept in the same room as me. He only slept in our room when his parents were around, and even then, he slept on the couch instead of the bed with me.

That's how much he repulsed me. That's how much they all wanted me out of their lives. I had considered speaking to their parents about how I was being treated, but then I thought about what Alexander might say if he was asked. He might reveal the truth to everyone that I wasn't really his mate. If anyone found out I had lied about something so sacred, I could lose my position and be driven out of this pack. I couldn't let that happen after everything I had gone through to get to where I was.

Reporting them to their parents was completely out of the question. It was a huge risk I couldn't afford to take. I had to deal with this problem on my own. But how? I wasn't entirely sure yet. I could be completely vulnerable, naked, and even offer myself to Alexander, but he would never budge. He was stubborn and cold, unmoved by anyone's attempts no matter how hard they tried. I wondered why Julian or Philip didn't lie as well, claiming that I was their mate. I had expected them to step forward and tell their parents, but they never did.

Sighing, I brushed my curled hair to one side after putting on my dress. I made my way downstairs, the sound of my heels clicking loudly behind me.

"Luna," someone cheerfully called out. I turned around to see a very familiar face.

"I'm so sorry, Luna. She came in without an invitation. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen," the maid in front of me pleaded nervously. "It's fine. You may leave," I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. She bowed and hurriedly left the room.

"Wow, Luna, you look magnificent. Us mere werewolves can never..."

"Cut the drama and have a seat, Ari," I ordered, interrupting her. I took a seat on the large sofa and crossed my legs. Ari was my designer now. She was one of the best designers around and owned a very popular brand. She had gone to fashion school immediately after we graduated. I liked her and decided to remain friends with her. I only associated with people who shared the same mindset as me, and Ari was the best. She had been John's ex-girlfriend back in high school. She was so crazily in love with him that I wondered what she ever saw in him.

She took a seat with a smile. She must have just returned from her trip.

"How was your trip?" I asked.

"It was fine. It was exciting and fun, and I never wanted to come back. But I had to because my dear friend needed my expertise," she said with a smile.

I glanced around. "Where are the gowns?" I asked curiously. The boys and I had been invited to a party outside the pack. We received such invitations often, and as usual, I wanted to outshine everyone at the party."

"Relax, my assistant will bring them in shortly. I know your taste very well. I've brought you a special limited edition gown. It was expensive, but it was worth it. I'm sure money won't be an issue for you. I promise you'll stand out in this dress just as you desire," she assured me. Her assistant soon arrived with the dress neatly packed in a box, along with a matching pair of shoes. Opening the box, I couldn't help but smile at its contents. Ari was truly the best when it came to fashion ideas.

"Where are the suits for the boys?" I asked, noticing the absence of their suits. She looked at me with a confused expression.

"The Alpha and his brothers informed me that they wouldn't be attending, so there was no need for me to make them any suits," she explained. My smile faded, and I scoffed. Did they really think I would go to this party alone or give up on the idea just because they weren't coming? Parties were the perfect opportunity for me to showcase my status and wealth-I wasn't going to miss out on that because of them. Definitely not.

"Prepare their suits. They will be coming with me," I asserted. They would accompany me whether they liked it or not, and besides, they would never be able to refuse once they heard what I had to say. A content smirk formed on the corner of my lips at my idea.