Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 73

Philip's

POV

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. My head was pounding hard as if I were being hammered. I clutched my head tightly, wishing I could stop hearing Finn's voice in my head. Finn was my wolf, and he hadn't stopped talking since the rejection. It would have been better if it were just Finn, but Nate and Daniel added to the pain. They were both Alexander and Julian's wolves.

As triplets, our minds were linked together, allowing us to communicate without speaking out loud. The same applied to our wolves. They could communicate, and we would hear everything. That's how strong our telepathy as triplets was. I was going through pure ******e, and so were they. I knew they were going to protest against our rejection of Emma, but I never imagined it would be to this extent.

We had never had a mate before, never experienced rejection, nor had we rejected anyone before. So, we definitely weren't expecting this. I was going out of my mind, hearing so many different voices. It all started after Emma rejected us. Our wolves threatened to come out, but we barely managed to keep them in check.

"Get out of my head!" I yelled in pain.

"We can't leave. We are part of you," Finn growled.

"Then shut the f**k up!" I yelled again.

"No, we won't. An Alpha never leaves or rejects his mate. It's wrong," he growled loudly.

"You heard everything that happened, didn't you? She rejected us, not the other way around," I replied.

"You all should have stopped her. That was your one responsibility, but you failed miserably," he growled. I winced, sweat trickling down my forehead.

"Please stop already. It's already done. There's nothing anyone can do about it anymore," I pleaded. The loud rumbling was really getting to my head.

"We won't stop until you fix what you've broken," he said angrily. I could also hear my brothers arguing with their own wolves, although I couldn't quite make out what they were saying due to the loud banging in my head.

"She cheated on us. We will never go back to her. Never. We are done," I replied, equally angry, and I regretted it almost immediately. Not only was my head in pain, but I also felt a deep, gut-wrenching pain in my chest. I panted heavily. It felt like someone was clawing at my chest again and again. The pain was worse than death.

"A wolf never betrays its mate. You've made a very big mistake, and we will never stop reminding you," he replied. I fell from my bed onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Please stop," I pleaded desperately. My body felt like it was on fire.

"Everything isn't our doing. Our mate is a part of us, and losing her will only lead to immense pain. Do you think we are not in pain? We are in pain because of your stupidity. This is just the beginning. The pain is still bearable. Soon enough, you will feel like killing yourself. Stop this stubbornness and go make things right," he emitted a low rumbling sound.

"Never," I muttered through gritted teeth. Cheating is unforgivable to me, and Emma betrayed us. This pain is nothing in comparison. I would rather die from this pain than go back to her.

"Stop this right now and go get Emma. She's our mate too, and we are in pain. Talk things out like adults. Stop behaving like kids," he yelled. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain.

"I refuse to do it. It should be her responsibility to apologize, not us," I stubbornly insisted.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Julian entered. His face appeared pale, and his lips were chapped. He staggered towards me, clutching his head with his hands. His eyes scanned my room until they landed on me lying on the floor.

"You look terrible," he chuckled, wincing in pain.

"I can say the same about you," I replied.

"Where's Alex?" I asked, closing my eyes as the lights began to bother me.

"The last time I saw him, he was in the kitchen, drinking," he replied, lying down on the floor beside me.

"I can't keep anything down. I keep throwing up. This is worse than I anticipated. It's even more dreadful than a hangover," I mumbled. Speaking was becoming difficult, with different voices clamoring in my head simultaneously. I just wanted it all to stop. Why did it have to be so incredibly challenging?

"This feels like hell, and our wolves aren't making it any easier. It's all that girl's fault. Why did she have to be our mate and end up cheating on us? Why?" he exclaimed angrily.

"Since you refuse to listen to us, we'll find her ourselves," Finn threatened. I glanced at Julian, and his expression indicated that he heard what my wolf had said.

"What do you mean?" I asked Finn. If there was one thing we knew for certain, it was that our wolves never made empty threats. They were ruthless and merciless. If they desired something, they would obtain it by any means necessary. And now, they wanted Lea, Emma's wolf, back, but we didn't want Emma back. There was nothing worse than being in conflict with oneself.

He didn't respond; instead, I felt my bones beginning to shift, and fur protruding from my skin. Julian underwent the same transformation. My eyes widened in shock.

"Julian, we can't let them take over," I anxiously pleaded.

"Don't you think I know that? Where the hell is Alex?" he asked. Alexander ran into my room and handed us a bottle.

"Drink it quickly," he urgently ordered.

"Do you really think alcohol is the solution to our problems right now? Why aren't you shifting?" Julian inquired. I sharply examined his body, and Julian was right. He was fine; he could still run.

"Just shut up and drink it already," he ordered. I took the bottle from him and opened it, scrunching up my nose at the awful smell.

"It's repulsive," I complained. My nose began to transform into a snout.

"It's repulsive," I complained. My nose began to transform into a snout.

"Drink it!" both Alexander and Julian yelled. I closed my eyes and quickly gulped down some of the liquid before handing the bottle back to Julian. I felt instant relief. Gradually, my body returned to normal. I wasn't completely fine yet, but I didn't feel like I was going to die anytime soon.

"It wasn't alcohol after all," Julian said, staring at the bottle.

"Do you think I would add alcohol to the pain we were already experiencing?" he asked, sitting on the bed. I got up from the floor and stared at him in awe. My head no longer throbbed.

"What did you give us, and where did you get it from? When did you even leave the house without us knowing?" I curiously inquired.

"I got it from a doctor. I explained our condition and said it was for a friend, so he gave me this," he explained, pointing to the bottle.

"I left the house as soon as I noticed the symptoms. I knew it would get worse," he continued leaving us stunned. The noise in my head subsided, and it felt like the medicine was calming our inner turmoil.

We sat in silence for some time until Alexander broke it. "Do you think she's also experiencing pain?" he asked, and we all understood who he was referring to without the need for a name. We remained silent.

"Do you think she might be telling the truth? Maybe we acted too hastily?" he inquired again. I stared at him in surprise. He had never been the type to regret anything.

"No, you were not," Hailey stated, entering the room. We all turned our attention toward her. Julian concealed the bottle.

"You don't have to feel guilty about anything that occurred. It wasn't your fault, but hers. You weren't the ones who asked her to cheat. She doesn't deserve your sympathy or love, and she doesn't appreciate your worth. If she did, she would have never engaged in such despicable actions. Each of you deserves someone better, someone, who will love you unconditionally," she assured us.

"Someone like you?" Alexander questioned. Her reaction to Alexander's words seemed to catch her off guard momentarily.

"Why not? We're a perfect match. We have the same social standing, and we grew up together. Haven't you forgotten how well we used to get along when we were still together?" she murmured sadly.

"Leave us. We were in the middle of an important discussion before you interrupted," Julian commanded. She appeared surprised but left without protesting.

"If you need me, I'll be in my room," she said before departing. As soon as she left, I experienced a sharp, piercing pain in my head and chest, unsure which one to clutch.

"I forgot to mention, the relief the medicine provides is only temporary," he groaned, lying flat on the bed.

We were about to endure hell all over again.