As the door clicked shut behind the triplets, I maintained my distressed expression for several long moments, listening intently for any sound of their return. When I was certain they were gone, I allowed myself a small, triumphant smile.
My plan was working perfectly.
I flopped back onto my bed, letting out a quiet laugh of disbelief. The look on their faces when I'd spoken about Valerius had been priceless—pain, jealousy, and confusion all warring for dominance in their expressions. And Valerius had played his part brilliantly, following my lead without hesitation.
"The mighty Alpha triplets, brought low by their own guilt," I whispered to myself, savoring the sweet taste of revenge.
For years, they had humiliated and tormented me, treating me like dirt beneath their boots. Now the tables were turning. Their precious mate couldn't remember them and was pining for another Alpha. The irony was delicious.
