Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate
Chapter 17: I Don’t Know Much, Just Over Heard It.

Chapter 17: I Don’t Know Much, Just Over Heard It.

Iris’s POV

Out of nowhere, my eyes turned wet again as I hurried toward Amelia, my arms wrapping around her tightly, clinging to her tightly as if life had given me a chance to ease my pain through this hug.

Even though I tried to stay strong, sudden tears streamed down my face, hot and uncontrollable, as I buried my head in her shoulder, sobbing. My hands gripped her still, refusing to let go, as if this embrace could lift the weight of everything I’d carried for so long. It was as if the Moon Goddess had granted me this rare moment to lay all my burdens at Amelia, to cry my pain away, to let the jagged pieces of my heart spill out.

Amelia on the other hand didn’t push me away, she welcomed me without hesitation, her arms encircling me with a warmth that felt like home. Her fingers moved gently to my hair, caressing the tangled waves softly, not saying a word still. She gave me the moment I needed, the silence that held space for my grief, my anger, my defiance. It was as if the heartbreak from my past life, the cruelty of the triplets had surged back, only to collide with the reality that I’d finally found the courage to let it go and embrace the woman I was becoming.

After what felt like three minutes, I pulled back, my eyes red. With care, Amelia’s hands cupped my face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that clung to my cheeks.

"Shh, it’s fine," she said, her voice soft and caring. Her eyes held mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache as she spoke in the softest way ever."Are you done crying?" she asked, her tone gentle, searching my face for an answer.

I nodded wearily, my throat too tight to speak at first. My body felt drained, like I’d poured every ounce of myself into those tears.

"Good," she said, her lips curving into a small, encouraging smile. "But make sure you don’t cry for this same reason again."

She added and pulled me into another embrace, her arms wrapping around me tightly, and I let myself sink into her warmth once more. When she pulled back, she wiped my tears again, her fingers lingering on my cheeks.

She led me to the bed, her hand steady in mine, and we sat side by side on the edge. The silence stretched for a moment until I broke it, my voice weary. "I’m sorry..." I paused. "I’m sorry for not listening to you when you asked me to apologize to Zane." I paused again, swallowing hard, fighting the tears that threatened to spill again as I forced myself to continue. "I couldn’t do it, Amelia. I couldn’t stand there and watch him humiliate me in front of everyone. Not again. Not after everything."

I looked at her. "Do you remember what you told me back when I was in college?" I asked, my voice steadier now. "You reminded me I should choose myself. You said I didn’t need their validation, that I was enough just as I was. I didn’t forget that, Amelia. I remembered every word. That’s why I did what I did out there. I wanted Zane to know I know my worth now."

Her eyes softened, and I saw a shimmer of moisture gather in them. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand with a smile. "Oh, Iris," she said. "I’m so proud of you. What you did out there... it was right. It was brave. I shouldn’t have told you to apologize to him. I was wrong." She reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly, her fingers warm against my cold ones. "You stood up for yourself, and that’s more than I could’ve hoped for."

Amelia’s voice was like an older sister’s, bold and wise, but also like a best friend’s, filled with the kind of understanding that only comes from years of heartfelt moments.

Since I’d known her since when I was a kid, back when we’d run through the Blackbane pack’s fields, giggling under the moonlight, dreaming of futures that seemed so bright as I told her every good things I wished to experience with my fated mate. Traveling around the world with him and creating memories. She’d always been there, through every bruise and heartbreak, her presence was a constant in a world that felt determined to tear me down now, Today, she was more than my friend, she was the sister I’d never had, stepping into that role with a fierceness that made my chest fill with gratitude.

Tears pricked my eyes again as I looked at her, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Amelia. For everything you’ve done for me. For always being there, even when I didn’t deserve it." My hands trembled as I wiped my cheeks, the emotions too big to contain.

She waved it off, her smile brightening, though her eyes were still wet. "Oh, stop it, Iris. You’re going to make me cry again." She laughed softly. "You’re my princess, daughter of Alpha Oren Roland, our great alpha. And you always have been. And you don’t need to thank me for loving you. I see you as my one and only sister and sister watch after each other right?"

Her words made me blush as I ducked my head. Then, as if sensing my need for a lighter moment, she shifted the conversation, her tone playful now. "Guess what? My mother wants to see you this weekend." She cupped my face again, her hands gentle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And she says she’s going to make your favorite meal, those potatoes you love."

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart lifting at the thought. "Really?" I asked, my voice soft, a flush of warmth spreading through me.

Amelia’s mother, Elara’s cooking was a rare treat, a reminder of simpler times when my parents were alive. She had always served me a very amazing meal.

Amelia nodded, her smile widening. "Yup. So you better bring your stretchy pants."

I laughed and for a moment, the weight on my chest lightened. It reminded me of me and Amelia’s secret routine, one we’d perfected over the years now. Whenever Elara wants to see me, Amelia and I would slip out of Blackbane at 1 a.m. carefully through the pack’s territory and make sure not to be caught by the blackbane guards. We’d make our way to her mother’s tiny apartment on the outskirts. We’d talk and laugh and eat like family and after that, we’d sneak back before dawn, careful not to get caught by the Blackbane guards.

Shortly, Amelia reached down, untying a small nylon bag from the side of her dress. She pulled out a pancake, still warm, and handed it to me with a playful wink. "Eat," she said, her voice teasing. "And be quick before someone comes in."

I smiled, wiping my tears again as I took the pancake. This was our thing ever since I had been punished to eat raw corn and water, her sneaking food to me, hiding it from the pack who barely spared me scraps. "Thank you," I said, my voice soft as I took a bite, the sweet, fluffy texture melting in my mouth.

As I ate, Amelia’s expression shifted, her voice dropping to a low, cautious tone.

"There’s something else. I heard rumors." She glanced at the door, as if making sure no one was listening. "I overheard two servants talking. They said Beta Rowan and Alpha Darius are planning to send us to, the Warborn Pack to serve them for a while. Something about Darius not being able to pay off a debt."

My stomach twisted, the pancake suddenly tasteless in my mouth. The Warborn Pack? That’s Alpha Trent and Luna Raveen’s pack. Liora’s pack led by her parents, Trent and Raveena.

Immediately, those memories came flashing back, recalling when Beta Rowan with a strange man by name Lord Varn came into the room to access I and Amelia as if we were a sheep to be bought. I also could remember the memories between Liora’s parents and mine.

In my past life, Liora’s parents had been friends with my parents, filling our home during pack gatherings with what I thought was genuine friendship. Trent, being an alpha, was a war-hardened leader, the same as Alpha Darius. He had little patience for weakness, his sharp eyes always assessing, always judging. Raveena was not different too. After my parents died, their loyalty shifted to Darius, their friendship with my family buried with my parents’ ashes and never bothered to know about my well being.

And then there was Lord Varn. The name tugged at my memory to remember what role he played in my past life but nothing came. I couldn’t remember a thing about him but then, Amelia shrugged, her brow furrowing. "I don’t know much. Just overheard it." She paused, then stood, brushing her hands on her dress. "I’ll check on you soon. I have work to attend to." Her lips quirked into a teasing smile. "And you haven’t finished your punishment, you know. Zane and Kael’s dirty laundry won’t wash itself." She teased.

I chuckled. "Yeah, yeah," I said. She gave me one last smile before slipping out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I finished the pancake, grabbed the cup of water on my table and down it in one go.

But suddenly, a voice broke through the silence. "Bravo. I love the brave you. I didn’t interfere because I wanted to see what you could do for yourself." That was my wolf, Lyra’s voice.