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I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Cade squeezed his face into displeasure as he stepped closer to me, “What doesn’t matter anymore?” His blue eyes turned a shade darker than they should.

“You are our mate, Isn’t that what you wanted all along?” Kael spoke and I snapped my gaze at him.
It was too late! Nothing could ever make me want them. I loathed them so much that it hurt. Perhaps that’s what happens to a broken soul who was given a second chance.

“Iris…” Zane called. He was the calmest of the three, his eyes were soft, trying to reach out to me and I stepped back avoiding him like a plague.

They were monsters. All three of them.

I find it hard to breathe but this was my decision to make. Gone was the fragile old me.
“I, Iris Orlene…” I stared at the triplets dead in the eyes, inhaling sharply. Not a single drop of emotion was left in me.

“Reject you all three Alphas; Cade, Kael, and Zane Verek to be my mate.”

***
Iris Oren, once the cherished daughter of Alpha Oren Roland and Luna Selene of the Blackbane Pack, I faced a dire accusation of treason for allegedly poisoning the former beta who’s now the current alpha, Alpha Darius Verek, the current ruthless leader who betrayed and murdered my parents when I was just a kid, accused me of their murder and took over the alpha throne. Now, I am a despised maid in my own pack. I am publicly condemned in the council room, surrounded by hostile pack members, including Alpha Darius, his sons who are triplets, Cade, Kael, and Zane, my childhood sweet hearts, and my former best friend Liora. Despite my weak protests of innocence, no one believed me, and Darius sentenced me to death by being buried alive but the council pleaded as he shifted the punishment to 200 strokes of whips with sulfur powder but unknown to me, it was changed to a silver powder, very dangerous to werewolves. 
During this brutal public punishment, I couldn’t make it, I died. 

Waking up again, I realised I'd been brought back to my past life, on my 18th birthday, days before my death. 

In my past life, I am a weak and wolfless omega who can’t even defend herself and has loved the triplets so dearly that I could do anything for them without considering my dignity. Now I am reborn, I am determined to change my fate.

Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate

"Oh my God!" I muttered as I turned away and squeezed my eyes shut. "I… I'm so sorry!" I stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush as i turned, backing him swiftly.

Nonchalantly, he replied. "It's fine, everyone commits mistakes." Silas added. I peeked through one eye, just enough to see him casually tying the towel around his waist. He stepped toward the table where I'd set the tray, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, a few strands falling near his eyes. "Thanks for the food, Iris," he said, glancing at me with a small, easy smile that made him look easy going.

I nodded, unable to form words. There was no judgment in his eyes, no trace of the arrogance I'd braced for. Just… the Silas I met moments ago at the water bank.

What Are You Doing There, Girl!? Oh My God! What Have You Done?!