Fated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 24: Useless Piece of Shit

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Chapter 24

~Author’s POV~

The black luxury sedan rolled to a smooth stop in front of Beta Nicholas’ estate, gravel crunching softly beneath its tyres. The driver stepped out first, rounding the car just in time for the back door to swing open.

Troy stepped out without waiting.

He lifted his backpack, then tossed it over to the maid at the side. A startled gasp fell off her lips, and she immediately bowed, her head lowered in submission as he strode past her like she did not exist.

His posture was rigid and his jaw tight. The storm brewing inside him followed every sharp step he took toward the mansion doors.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the butler hurried forward.

"Welcome home, Young Master—"

Troy stopped abruptly and turned, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You were supposed to come greet me," he said coldly.

The butler froze. "My apologies, Young Master. I was occupied with—"

"Save it," Troy snapped.

He reached up, yanked his uniform shirt over his head, and tossed it at another maid without even looking at her. She flinched but bowed just the same.

"Young Master," the butler ventured carefully, "may I ask what happened? You look... troubled, and your appearance... is that blood on your..."

"I am not in a good mood today, Jeff," Troy replied flatly. "I am going to the pool. I do not want to be disturbed. I need a cocktail, loud music, and complete silence from everyone in this house."

The butler hesitated. "Young Master Troy, that would be unwise. I advise against—"

"Did I ask for your advice?" Troy cut in sharply.

Jeff stiffened. "But Young Master, the Master will—"

The air shifted immediately as Troy released his wolf’s aura without warning.

The pressure slammed into the butler, crushing him down where he stood. Jeff’s knees buckled instantly, his head dropping as sweat beaded along his forehead. He gasped, struggling to breathe under the dominance of a far stronger wolf.

"If I needed advice," Troy said calmly, eyes glowing amber faintly, "it would not be from you."

The aura vanished as suddenly as it had come. Troy straightened his back and, with his chin lifted, he commanded with a glare before turning away, "Get my things ready."

"Yes... Yes, Young Master," Jeff murmured weakly, stepping back.

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By the time he reached the pool area, the sun was already beginning its slow descent, casting golden reflections across the water. He showered quickly, changed into his swimsuit, and dove into the pool with barely contained aggression.

He swam hard. Lap after lap.

Water splashed violently as he pushed his body to exhaustion, as if he could drown the humiliation still clawing at his chest. Memories from the disciplinary room came rushing back, even though he tried to direct his frustration at Jade instead.

After nearly thirty minutes, he pulled himself out, breathing heavily.

Music blasted from the speakers as he collapsed onto a lounge chair, a cocktail already waiting on the table beside him. He picked it up, took a long sip, then grabbed his phone.

An incoming call flashed on the screen with the name Pen.

Troy paused the music and answered.

"What do you think?" Troy replied instead of greeting.

Pen exhaled sharply. "I know, man. I saw you leaving school with the warriors. I couldn’t even come close. What that bitch did to you was completely uncalled for."

Troy’s fingers tightened around the glass. "Yeah. And she’s going to pay for it."

Pen hummed. "You sure? I doubt that."

Troy’s lips curled up slightly. "I am."

"How exactly?"

A slow, cruel smile curved Troy’s lips. "Simple. I’ll make her fall for me."

Pen laughed. "You’re joking."

"I’ll make her come begging," Troy continued. "I’ll take her back. And when I do, she’ll be under my control."

There was a pause on the line for a few seconds before Pen spoke up again. "You do realize she has the Alpha Triplets as mates, right?"

Troy scoffed. "Please. When has any female ever kept more than one mate? She’s either their whore or a temporary distraction, like some chosen mate thing. Though I wonder how she pulled it off. Maybe it was when she sent her nude to them."

"Huh?"

Troy’s eyes darkened further. "Tsk. I bet they are all putting on a show."

"I doubt that, though. She..."

Before Pen could speak, Troy interjected. "They’ll discard her once the real mate shows up."

"You’re sick," Pen muttered.

"I am," Troy replied calmly. "And I enjoy putting underlings back where they belong."

"Troy!" The sharp voice cut through the air like a blade. Troy jolted upright. His heart slammed against his ribs.

"Dad!"

He scrambled to his feet, ended the call abruptly, and turned. His father stood at the edge of the courtyard, his eyes dark with fury.

"Did you not know I was home?" his father demanded.

Troy swallowed. His gaze darted around to find Butler Jeff. "Dad... no. I had no idea."

"Didn’t Jeff inform you while you were busy shaking the walls of this house and embarrassing me?" his father snapped.

"Beta Nicholas, please..." Jeff tried to intervene but was silenced when Beta Nicholas gaze snapped in hsi direction.

Troy clenched his fists and stepped closer. "I was in a bad mood. I got roughed up by the Alpha Triplets just because their father is the Lycan King’s Beta. And because I touched their whore, they had the effrontery to suspend me—"

POW!

The sound echoed through the courtyard as several gasps from maids filled the air.

Troy’s head snapped to the side as pain exploded across his cheek. He staggered, stunned, his hand flying up instinctively.

Beta Nicholas’s voice thundered. "So you’re the cause?!"

Troy blinked, shock flashing across his face. "Dad... what are you talking about? How am I.... No. What are you accusing me of?"

"It’s because of you that my company went under!"

For a second, fear flashed in Troy’s eyes. "Dad? What do you mean?"

"Are you daft?!"

Troy challenged in anger, glaring at his father. "How am I the cause when I..."

Before he could finish, another slap came without warning.

POW!

Blood spilled from Troy’s lips as he tasted iron.

"How dare you talk back to me!" his father roared.

Troy trembled but lifted his gaze, anger blazing through the pain.

"I was wondering why Alpha Xavier targeted our company when I did nothing to earn the Lycan King’s wrath, but now I see you standing here sprouting nonsense and acting like—"

His father grabbed him by the collar and shoved him back.

"You useless piece of shit!" his father snarled. "Because of you, my company is finished!"

The words struck harder than the slaps.

Troy froze.

"What... do you mean?" he asked hoarsely.

"You think touching the King’s future daughter-in-law would go unnoticed?" his father continued. "You think humiliating the Alpha Triplets would not have consequences?"

Troy’s breath hitched.

"They crushed us," his father spat. "Every contract, every partner, every project and venture are all... Gone!"