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~Lisa's POV
"I'm talking to you, human," Belinda snapped. "Do you think they'll ever love you? You really believe you mean something to them?"
I swallowed hard. My heart was racing, my hands trembling. I didn't want trouble. I never did.
"I don't…" My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. "I don't think they love me."
Her brows raised slightly. She wasn't expecting that.
"I didn't ask to be here," I added quietly, still kneeling on the cold floor. My knees were already sore from scrubbing. "And I definitely didn't ask to be mated to them."
For a second, the room went still.
"What did you just say?" Her voice dropped low and sharp like a knife. Cold. Dangerous.
I hesitated, but the words had already slipped out. There was no going back.
I looked up at her, just for a second. Her eyes were burning.
"I said I don't want the triplets. I never did. All they've done since I got here is make my life miserable. I just want peace."
