Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate-Chapter 74: The Secret Moment

Iris’s POV

"Good morning, my Luna." A sudden soft voice pulled me gently from the haze of sleep, as if it were part of a dream. My eyes fluttered open, the morning light streaming through the window forcing me to blink rapidly. My vision was blurry at first, shapes and colors swimming together in my view, but as I squinted, seeing an image standing before me. She stood beside my bed. "Good morning, my Luna," she repeated.

It was Lila, my personal maid. I recognized her now, though my mind was still sluggish, filled with the remnants of last night. I pushed myself up, my messy hair cascading around my shoulders, sticking to my neck from the heat of the night. My head throbbed faintly, and as I rubbed my temples, memories of the previous evening came rushing back with the triplets as their argument escalated. The triplets had stormed out of my room, leaving me alone, I remember now. The ache in my head pulsed harder at the thought.

Lila stepped closer. "I’m here to help you prepare for the day, my Luna," she said, her smile welcoming. "You’ll need to be ready soon. The pack is expecting you."

I shook my head, the movement, making my headache flare. "I can handle it myself," I said. I didn’t want anyone fussing over me today, not when my thoughts were already so tangled. I prefer doing things myself.

Her smile disappeared in a second, just for a moment, and she tilted her head, her brows knitting together. "My Luna, it’s my duty to assist you. You don’t have to do everything alone."

"I said no," I snapped, my frustration spilling over before I could stop it. Lila’s eyes glared at me, and for a moment, her lips parted as if to respond. But then her expression hardened, as she snapped back at me.

"Don’t you dare yell at me, Iris!" she shot back, her voice rising to match mine. Her hands dropped to her sides, fists clenched. "I’m trying to be a good maid to you, to serve you as I’m supposed to, and you treat me like this? You think you’re entitled just because you have the triplets fawning over you? You’re not the only one with feelings here!"

What? I hadn’t said any rude words to her, did I?

Her words hit me like a slap, and I froze, my mouth open but no words coming out as I am stunned at her sudden courage to speak to me with disrespect. Cold dread crept down my spine, chilling me despite the warmth of the room. Lila, the same Lila who had always been kind and patient with me was glaring at me now, her eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite name. Anger, yes, but also something deeper and personal as if we’ve had a banter in the past and she’s having that grudge against me. Before I could find words to respond, she turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her, leaving me staring at the closed door, my heart pounding.

The scene replaying in my head. What had just happened? Lila had never spoken to me like that before. She’d always been so gentle, so eager to please. Had I pushed her too far? Or was there something else going on, something I was missing? The thought sent a shiver through me but I tried to shake off the unease.

I forced myself to move, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing on my feet. My eyes caught on a long, flowing purple gown draped across the chair near my bed, Lila must have left it there before our argument. There was jewellery too, and matching fancy sandals. I reached out, running my fingers over the smooth material, and decided to wear it.

After freshening up, I dressed quickly, slipping into the gown and letting it settle over my curves. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I brushed out my tangled hair, letting it fall in loose waves down my back. I applied a touch of red lipstick as my eyes landed on the clock on the wall that read 12:00, PM. Noon already? The triplets hadn’t come to see me. Not that I cared, I told myself, but the absence gnawed at me, worried that I’d been the reason for their misunderstanding last night.

Once prepared, I stepped out of my room, the cool air of the packhouse corridor brushing against my skin. It felt welcoming. The hallways were quiet, save for the soft murmur of voices from distant rooms by the nearby pack members. Servants I passed bowed their heads in greetings, their eyes respectful, and I nodded back, forcing a small smile. The way they adored me made me feel really uncomfortable as if I wasn’t used to this lifestyle. I kept walking until I reached a quieter part of the corridor, where the walls were lined up with the pack Carved images. It looked like the images of the past alphas and Lunas that ruled this pack. The sight looked beautiful as I stood and admired each one.

Just as I turned a corner, my eyes caught on something out of place, it was a pile of what looked like a female nightwear dress on the floor. As if someone had dropped them in a hurry. Staring at it in curiosity, I hesitated, then stepped over them, deciding it wasn’t my business. But as I took another step, my body collided with something hard, a chest of someone.

I looked up, my face inches from a broad chest in a dark shirt. My gaze traveled upward, meeting a pair of stormy gray cold eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. It was the eyes of the same dude who had followed me to the restroom yesterday as he’d introduced himself as Lucas.

Before I could study the contours of his face, his voice broke the moments of my thoughts.

"Sorry, my Luna," he muttered. He stepped to the side, brushing past me with just enough force to nudge me out of his way. He didn’t look back, didn’t spare me a glance, just kept walking, his long strides carrying him down the corridor and out of my sight.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart thudding in my chest. The coldness in his demeanor, the way he’d barely acknowledged me, left a strange ache in my chest for no reason.

I thought he made me feel comfortable and safe around him? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was just like every other person in this pack. Yes, he is. Because his cold act was like he was shutting me out.

Trying to push the thought away, I left. Why did it bother me? I barely knew him. He was just another pack member, someone who’d crossed my path by chance. Still, the image of his cold act towards me made me feel sad.

I turned toward the garden, needing the open air to clear my head. The corridor led to a set of doors that opened onto the packhouse’s sprawling garden, where roses and wildflowers bloomed in vibrant bursts of color. But before I could reach the doors, muffled voices caught my attention, coming from a small alcove just off the main path. The words were low and intimate, my curiosity getting the better of me. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" a female voice asked, her tinged with frustration. "Hiding like this, stealing moments when no one’s watching?"

I edged closer, careful to stay out of sight. The man’s voice responded but with an edge of tension. "Give me time, Lila. It’s not easy. You know my father won’t take kindly to this. He’s still the alpha and it’s my duty to obey him."

Lila? My breath caught, and I pressed myself against the wall, peering around the corner. There, in the shadowed alcove, stood Kael, leaning toward Lila with her dark hair pinned neatly back on the wall while she faced him. Her hands were on his chest, her face tilted up to meet his gaze, her expression filled with worry and longing.

"I know," she said. "But I’m only here because of you, Kael. I accepted this role to be close to you. Don’t you understand that?"

Kael’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "I do," he said softly, his voice carrying a care I hadn’t heard from him before. "I do, Lila. Just... be patient with me."

My heart stuttered, and I pulled back, my mind reeling. Kael and Lila? The quiet, intense triplet who had been part of last night’s argument, who had looked at me with those steady eyes and I thought he was better off than Zane, was here, in a secret moment with my supposed maid? The same maid who had just snapped at me, who had accused me of acting entitled?

Just as Kael’s head almost turned towards my direction, I hid. They did not see me. But then, I didn’t know why I wasn’t pained at what I saw.