Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets
Chapter 33- your own

Chapter 33: 33- your own

33

~Lisa’s POV

The moment I stepped out of the prison block, my mind was already spinning.

I didn’t have a plan, yet, but I knew I had to make one fast. Every second counted. They wouldn’t wait long before deciding Milo’s fate, and once they did... I knew exactly how that story would end.

I headed back to the servant quarters, forcing myself to move slowly, naturally, like I wasn’t panicking on the inside. My hands were clenched tightly at my sides, nails digging into my palms.

When I got to my room, I closed the door softly and paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. My thoughts were a mess, but I tried to force order into them.

What do I need?

A key. A distraction. A way out. Someone to cover for us.

Who can I trust? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

That question hurt more than it should have. The answer? No one. Not really.

But maybe I didn’t need trust. Maybe I just needed an opportunity.

I waited until nightfall. My heart hadn’t stopped racing all day. Every knock on the door, every footstep near the hallway, I thought it was them, the guards or the triplets, ready to drag me out and expose everything.

But when the halls finally grew quiet and the shadows lengthened, I slipped out. I had memorized the shift changes from my punishment rounds, when the guards switched, where they stood, how long the handovers took.

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

I made my way toward the back armory. The guards kept spare keys there, one for the training cages, another for the lower cells. I had seen the guards hang them on a hook near the weapons locker once. Just once. But it was enough.

I crept inside, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the night sounds. The stillness of the armory wrapped around me like a shroud. The moonlight spilling through the small window cast long shadows across the floor, just enough to guide me. Everything smelled of cold steel, dust, and old sweat. My breaths came out in shallow gasps as I moved quietly, every creak of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet sounding like a scream in the silence.

I didn’t have time to be afraid. I had to move fast.

I felt along the wall, fingers sweeping over wooden crates and metal racks, searching, searching, then they brushed something cool and jagged.

The keys.

I let out a shaky breath as my fingers closed around them. My hand trembled, my pulse racing with a strange mix of relief and fear.

And then...

The door slammed shut behind me.

I froze.

My blood turned to ice. Every part of me went still, breath locked in my lungs. Slowly, so slowly, I turned, expecting a guard... or one of the triplets... or maybe Kael himself, with that cold disappointment in his eyes and a punishment waiting on his tongue.

But it wasn’t any of them.

It was Belinda.

She leaned against the doorframe with a wicked smile tugging at her lips, arms folded like she’d just caught a naughty child sneaking sweets.

"Well, well," she said sweetly, her voice echoing just a little too loud in the quiet room. "What do we have here?"

My heart stopped.

The keys were still in my hand, ice-cold and heavy like they suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My mind scrambled wildly, searching for an excuse, a lie, a way out, anything, but all I could do was stare.

She looked... amused.

Her eyes gleamed with something dangerous as she stepped into the room, slow and deliberate, her heels clicking on the stone floor with maddening rhythm. The door creaked shut behind her, sealing us in.

"Planning a little jailbreak, Lisa?" she asked, head tilted, as if genuinely curious.

"Belinda, please..." I started, my voice barely above a whisper, but she cut me off with a quiet laugh. Cold. Cruel.

"Relax," she said, circling me slowly. "I’m not here to scream or drag you to Kael. Not yet."

I didn’t trust the way she was smiling at me. It wasn’t amusement, it was control. It was power. She had me exactly where she wanted me, and she knew it.

She stopped in front of me, gaze sharp. "I can help you," she said softly. "I can get the guards to look away. I can even make sure your man isn’t chained when you get to him."

I stared at her, confused. "Why would you help me?"

She tilted her head, as if the answer was obvious. "Because I want you gone."

There it was. The truth, plain and brutal.

"You’re a stain on this palace," she went on, her smile widening. "The triplets keep hovering around you like you’re something special, and I am tired of it. So here’s the deal."

She leaned in close.

"You get him out. You both leave. And you never, ever come back. You disappear. Quietly. No drama. No tears. No messages."

I looked at her long and hard. For a moment, I hated her. But then again, part of me... understood.

I was tired too. Tired of the palace. Tired of the whispers, the punishments, the constant fear. Maybe this was my chance.

Maybe this was the way out.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her a slow, reluctant nod. "I promise," I said quietly. "I’ll leave with Milo. I won’t come back."

She smiled, satisfied. "Good girl."

Then, with a flick of her hand, she opened the door and called softly, "Guards?"

Two of them appeared almost instantly. She spoke to them in low tones, too soft for me to hear, but I saw one of them nod and disappear down the hall.

Belinda turned back to me. "You have fifteen minutes. After that, you’re on your own."

And just like that, she walked away, heels clicking, head held high, like she hadn’t just changed the course of my life.

I stood there, heart racing, gripping the keys with trembling fingers.

This was really happening.

I was going to leave. Not just the palace.

But everything.