Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 55

Alexander's POV

"Julian, pass me the eggs. Did you break them properly?" I asked, stretching my hand to take the bowl from him.

"Yes chef, I did exactly as you said. No shells in them at all," he replied, and I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you covered in flour?" I stared at Philip, surprised.

"You asked me to filter the chaffs. Remember chef?" he answered. I sigh. I'm the one cooking, but they are the ones wearing aprons and covered in flour.

We are currently in the kitchen making breakfast for Emma. Well, I am. Philip and Julian are just making a mess of the kitchen.

Last night actually happened.

I've always heard people saying having s*x with someone you have feelings for feels so much better than someone you don't have feelings for. I always thought they were exaggerating, but last night proved everything I've always believed in the wrong.

I've never felt this way for anybody else before. For me, s*x was just something to pleasure myself with. I didn't involve myself with feelings. I never did, but last night was magical. Everything felt so real and good. I've never gotten so much pleasure from pleasuring a girl before. The way she moaned, gripped my body and felt around me. It felt too good to be true.

She's like a dream come through. I'm definitely addicted. I mean, who wouldn't be? Have you seen her? She's the epitome of perfection. I find myself getting hard again. Julian clears his throat loudly. I looked towards him.

"Focus Alex," he mutters pointing towards the pancake on the pan.

"s**t!" I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the pancake was burning. I quickly scooped it off the pan.

"Our sexy little mate will be the death of us," Philip sighed, biting into an apple. They must have been having the same thoughts as me.

Emma is really pure and innocent. After she revealed her fears to us yesterday, I realized we have not really been paying attention to how she is feeling. And that is going to stop. We are the kind of people that don't really care what is being said about us, but Emma isn't like that, and I understand her feelings. She is bound to feel that way.

"Guys, remember how we promised never to hurt Emma again?" I asked mixing another bowl of batter since, well, I burnt the other.

"Yeah?" they both replied.

"I think we should start to fulfill our promise now. You all heard what she said yesterday, and she's right...,"

Julian starts to choke loudly, cutting me off. I hurriedly turned towards him.

"What the hell happened?" I asked Philip.

"We were playing catch with popcorn. I guess one went down the wrong pipe," Philip replied, handing him a glass of water. These two are just unbelievable. If it wasn't for our facial resemblance, I would have doubted if we were really brothers, talk more of triplets. "What's wrong? It sounded like someone was dying," Emma ran out of the room anxiously, wearing only a white t-shirt.

"He's fine. Nobody is dying, he only choked. Everything is completely fine," Philip replied.

"No, I'm not fine," Julian said, sounding like he was in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Emma asked worriedly, walking past me towards him. I could get a view of her a*s. Is she trying to seduce me so early or what? Because if she is, she's doing a good, hell of a job.

"Here?" she inquired, touching his stomach. He nodded his head.

"It hurts right here, if you kiss it, I will get better right away," he smirked pointing towards his c**k.

"W...what?" she stuttered, her face scarlet red. He definitely caught her off guard. She's just too cute and innocent. She's shy, even though we had s*x just last night.

"Go on," he urged. She covered her bright cheeks, trying to run away. He caught her from behind and she squealed. She slipped from his grasp, and they chased each other around the room. She's chuckling and laughing happily. "Guys, breakfast is ready," I called out to them.

"I will help you set the table," she said, running towards me.

"Whoa! Did you make this all by yourself?" she said, staring at the food in awe.

"Of course not. He was helped out by assistant chef Philip and Julian," Philip screams across the living room.

"I can see the broken plates, dirty dishes, and littered kitchen. You both did a fine job. Well done," she replied sarcastically, and I laughed out loud. She knows them far too well.

Philip and Julian scowled at us. "Someone has a sense of humor," I said with a smile. She smiles back.

"Nice shirt," I mutter, my eyes trailing over her straight smooth legs. She looked ravishing. She blushed.

"I didn't have enough time to change. Julian's choking made me rush out like this," she replied.

"It looks good, anything you wear looks good," I responded. I'm glad she's starting to let go of her insecurities and is feeling much more comfortable around us. My eyes fell on her n*****s that were peaking from her shirt.

"We better go have breakfast before I decide to eat something else," I said, tearing my gaze from her chest. She looked confused for a while before her eyes widened in realization. She quickly grabbed a plate and ran out of the kitchen. I chuckle at her reaction. We set the dining table and sat to start having our breakfast. The door suddenly flings open. Hailey stormed in looking furious.

We all stared at her without saying anything.

"Aren't you boys forgetting something?" she utters angrily.

"Forget what exactly?" Julian asked, pouring syrup on his pancake.

"Seriously? You boys left me at the party all alone, even though it was raining heavily. Do you even know how I got home?" she asked in disbelief.

"You are not a child, Hailey. You don't have to keep following us around like one, and besides, you are here now. Aren't you?" Philip responds.

"You are not going to apologize? I had to take a cab to the hotel. The cab smelled awful. I came back all alone. What if I got kidnapped or something?" she said.

"Stop being dramatic. Apologize for what? You are not the daughter of a prominent Alpha to get kidnapped, and we are not your bodyguards to follow you around," Julian answered, casually eating his pancake.

"J...Julian, you are saying this to me?" she asked surprised, walking towards where he was sitting.

"Want some syrup Emma?" he said, putting syrup on her pancake. I smiled.

"Julian! I'm speaking to you, and you are ignoring me for this b***h!" she yelled, pushing Emma's chair and making her lean forward, almost hitting her face on the table. The smile vanishes from my face. I dropped my cutleries irritated.

"It would do you good to keep your voice down and calm down," Philip said in a warning tone.

"Or what? What are you going to do?" she screamed louder.

The last ounce of control I had left in me snapped.

"You are really bad news, Hailey. I should have known sooner," I mutter calmly.

"Excuse me?" she inquired.

"All those times you came crying to us. All those times you told us Emma was saying bad things about us, and she was the one selling us out to the media. It was all a lie, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Of course not...,"

"You made us torture an innocent girl, all for what? Your hatred for her? Can you even mention one thing she did that can guarantee your hatred?"

"Look Alex, I don't know what lies this b***h told you, boys...,"

"Do not call her that! And it will do you good to keep your voice down when speaking to me," I growled slowly.

"Philip, won't you guys say anything?" she asked them nervously.

"I'm the one speaking to you. Answer me and don't drag my brothers into this," I warned. I've known she was always like this, but I ignored it because of our history and also because she is our childhood friend and future beta. She has been spoiled by us and our parents since we were kids, especially my mum. But the stunt she pulled at the party yesterday is unforgivable.

She embarrassed Emma in front of so many important people.

"Emma is our mate, and you will accord the same respect you have for us to her also...,"

"You can't be serious...," she cuts me off.

"I'm still speaking!" I said, slamming my hands on the table. My voice boomed through the living room.

"Never cut me off again. Emma is our mate and you will stop referring to her as a maid. You serve her now and if you don't like it, you can leave," I growled, turning to look at my brothers. Julian is the closest to her since we were kids and I would like to hear his opinion.