Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate
Chapter 16: I Am Enough!

Chapter 16: I Am Enough!

Iris’s POV

Nobody dared to stop me, not even Zane. Humiliation was written all over his face, his jaw still stayed tight, his eyes burning with a fury that couldn’t touch me anymore. I walked through the parted crowd. The whispers from them followed me, a soft buzz of shock in their words and awe.

"Oh my!"

"Did she do that?"

"Alpha Darius won’t spare her!"

"She’s got the guts!"

"Does she really know the gravity of her crime?"

Their words kept coming but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I might crumble under the weight of what I’d just done, stood up to the Alpha’s son, bared my soul to the pack, and walked away with my dignity intact. For once.

By the time I reached the small, weathered door of my room, my legs felt like they might give out. I pushed it open, slipped inside, and shut it behind me with a soft click.

Leaning against the door, I let my body slide downward, collapsing into a heap on the cold floor. Then, the dam broke, and tears spilled over, hot and unrelenting, pooling in my hands as I buried my face in them.

Memories of what had just happened flashed through my mind like cruel snapshots, Zane’s smirk, the crowd’s mocking words, the sting of Amelia’s desperate pleas for me to apologize.

Everything came hunting me, as if wanting me to regret doing what I have done out there. I didn’t want this. This wasn’t the life I’d envisioned for myself. Where was the happiness I’d dreamed of as a child? The love, the peace, the warmth of a pack that cherished me? I choked on a sob, my chest heaving as I whispered into the empty room, "Dear Moon Goddess, do I really deserve this?"

The words felt hollow, as if the moon goddess was deaf to my plea. Of course she is. I was tired, so tired of this life, of the constant humiliation, of being treated like I was less than nothing. My hands clasped tightly. "Please, Moon Goddess, I’m begging you. If there’s any mercy left for me, grant me my mate. Someone who will love me, cherish me, take me away from this place to a pack that sees my worth. A mate who will hold me close and make me feel like I’m enough." The tears kept coming, blurring my vision, and I let them fall, too exhausted to wipe them away.

Eventually, I dragged myself to my feet, my legs shaky as I headed to the small, cracked mirror propped against the wall. I sat on the rickety stool in front of it, staring at my reflection. My fingers traced the contours of my face, my high cheekbones, full lips, eyes that still held a spark despite the redness from crying. My hair fell in tangled waves over my shoulders, and though my face was streaked with tears, I wasn’t ugly. Far from it. I tilted my head, studying myself as I wiped the tears again but it kept flowing. I knew I was a spec by what the mirror was showing me except I was being deceived by it. My beauty should at least make them choose me right? Or maybe they hated me because I hadn’t had my first transformation yet. Could that be it?

Without my wolf, I was as good as human to them, an outsider in a pack that valued strength and power above all else. Or could it be that their hatred for me had no reason?

Shortly, my mind drifted to my past life, to days when I was younger, when my parents were still alive, and I was just a girl trying to find her place in the world. Back in college, I was beautiful, more beautiful than most of the females who caught the triplets’ attention. Zane, Cade, and Kael, with their chiseled features and effortless charisma, had been the center of every girl’s universe, including mine. If they’d wanted to treat me right, they could have started from there. They’d seen me, noticed me, but instead of kindness, they chose cruelty.

I remembered one night vividly, a memory that still stung me. It was during a stupid college game, a mix of truth or dare and spin the bottle, played in the common room. The triplets were there, lounging like kings with folded arms. When the bottle landed on me, and Cade was dared to kiss me, my heart soared and at the same time excited that I’ll finally get to kiss my college senior who was my crush. For a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe he’d finally get to do this with me.

But his face twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with disdain as he said, "Kiss her? I’d rather lick the floor." The room erupted in laughter, and my cheeks burned with shame.

Then, to twist the pain deeper, he turned to Lila, one of the player with a smug smile, and kissed her passionately right in front of me. His hands cupped her face, their lips locked in a display that felt like it lasted forever.

When he pulled back, he smirked at me.

"See, Iris? That’s what a real kiss looks like and I enjoyed every bit of it with Lila."

I’d stood there, frozen, the laughing mocking sound of the crowd ringing in my ears only made tears roll down my eyes.

I couldn’t say a word, couldn’t fight back. They were my seniors, and I was just a fresher then. I’d fled home in a Blackbane pack that night, locking myself in my room and crying until my throat was soar. My parents were still alive then, but I never told them. How could I? They’d have been heartbroken to know their daughter was suffering, and I didn’t want to burden them. Instead, I hid my pain, bottling it up until it became a part of me.

Amelia was the only one who knew. She’d found me so many times, curled up on my bed, my face buried in my pillow as sobs wracked my body. She’d sit beside me, her hand rubbing gentle circles on my back, and ask, "What happened, my princess?" I’d spill everything, every cruel word, every mocking glance, every moment that they made me feel worthless. She’d listen, her eyes soft with sympathy, and then she’d say, "Don’t cry over them, my princess. You’re a gem, and one day, they’ll see it. And you don’t need their validation. You’re enough just as you are."

Her words had been a lifeline, but they couldn’t erase the pain. I leaned forward now, my forehead resting against the cool surface of the mirror, my breath fogging the glass. "I’m enough," I whispered, recalling Amelia’s words, but they felt like a lie. If I was enough, why did I feel so broken? Why did the pack treat me like I was nothing? Why hadn’t the Moon Goddess answered my prayers?

I closed my eyes, letting the memories fade, but the ache in my chest was still there. I wanted to believe I was strong, that I could rise above this, but the weight of years of rejection and cruelty pressed down on me. I opened my eyes again, staring at my reflection. "You’re Iris," I said softly, wiping my tears. "Daughter of an Alpha. You’re not their toy. You’re not their punching bag. You’re enough."

The words felt truer this time, but they didn’t erase the doubt. I stood, brushing my hands over my face to wipe away the last of my tears and then I crossed to the window side, pushing it open to let in a breath of fresh air.

I leaned against the windowsill, my hands gripping the worn wood, and let my gaze drift around outside. Somewhere out there was my mate, I told myself. Someone who would see me, truly see me, and love me for who I was. I will cling to that hope as it was, because it was all I had left. "Please, Moon Goddess, one last time," my voice is barely audible. "Don’t let me walk this path alone."

Just then, my door burst open. I turned, only to see Amelia standing there.

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