Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate

Iris's POV

My heart is pounding, trembling with the fear that I'd been caught. Caught by Zane. He didn't say a word. He just glared at me, his icy eyes continued boring into mine, sending shivers down my spine. It was a glare of warning, as if a blade had been pressed against my throat and stopped me from moving. His body was still propped casually against the wall with one leg bent and his arms crossed, only made his presence more menacing. Then, without a sound, he turned and left, the kitchen door creaking softly as it swung shut behind him. It was better that Zane had reacted than for him to stay quiet. Whenever he's calm instead of lashing out, there is always a greater problem that awaits me.

The silence he left behind was suffocating. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I stood frozen, my hands still tingling from the thrill of smashing those plates. Fear clawed at my human body and Lyra's voice was speechless, as if she was helpless too. I swallowed hard, forcing my legs to move as I returned my attention to the remaining dishes in the sink, the ones I hadn't destroyed. The water was cold, biting my scraped palms as I scrubbed each plate. For some reason , I felt afraid and regrets for my actions but then again, I pushed the guilt aside. Since Zane had seen everything. What would he do? Would he tell Alpha Darius? Or worse, Maris? Well, that's on him. I am ready to frustrate every single one of them. And for Darius, my revenge on him would be so bad. I'd promised myself and my late parents that Darius would die by my own sword. Just the way he had chopped off my parents head, I'll feed his to the vultures.

I snapped back to reality, concentrating on the dishes until my eyes fell on another plate owned by one of the elders, I held it and smashed it too as I continued. 

When the last dish was clean, I dried my hands on my tattered apron and left the kitchen, the pile of shattered porcelain now in the trash bin. I'd left it there on purpose for whoever comes in to see.

My feet dragged as I made my way back to my room, my small, drafty space with peeling walls and a single broken mirror as usual. As soon as I shut the door behind me, the mirror's jagged edges reflected my face as my stomach suddenly made sounds. Indicating hunger. I hadn't eaten any good food for some time now. 

Ignoring the sound, I strolled and stood in front of the mirror for some minutes, staring deeply at myself and realising how I had changed. I looked so unhealthy. My hands made its way to my face, tracing every contour of my face as my eyes covered with unshed tears. Just then, immediately, my memories of my loving parents came reflecting in my head. Gone are the days where I fed well, gone are the days where my skin care routine cost thousands of dollars and I'll have my parents pay. Gone are the days where even the servants under my parents never stayed in such a room like mine. They stayed in the new building of our pack. Unlike Darius who moved all the maid to this old building where I now see as home. The thought of my life in my past life only made those tears spill freely down my eyes as I wiped them off with the back of my palm and headed to the bed and sank onto the edge, the springs creaking under my little weight. Everything in this room was old, abandoned and over-used items during my father's rule before it was replaced with new ones and these ones were meant to be trashed.

The tears kept flowing but I kept wiping it off. 

A few minutes later, the door burst open, and Amelia rushed in. She looked tensed. Her hands wringing together. "What have you done?" she demanded. "Did you really make a mess of the dishes? I just came from the kitchen, and the trash… those broken plates! What's gotten into you? It was just dishes, Iris! You were supposed to wash them, and now you've gone and made things worse. You'll attract more punishments!"

I said nothing as I stood and headed to the mirror again, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the broken mirror. Amelia paced the room. Her anxiety filled the room, but I couldn't bring myself to care. She didn't understand. She hadn't felt Maris's hand in her hair, yanking until her scalp burned. She hadn't been forced to scrub floors until her knees bled or screamed at for breathing too freely. I had. And I was done. Though, she attracted punishments from Maris when necessary unlike me, almost everything I do attracts punishments.

Suddenly, a voice thundered through from the outside of the corridor. It was Alpha Darius's voice. His words carried from the courtyard outside, each one filled with fury. "Maris! How could you let this happen? My plate, my personal plate! The sacred plates of the pack! Do you know what it cost? This is a generational plate! Paced by from one generation to another. And you let it get destroyed? Do you know the precautions of your carelessness? It is irreplaceable, and you were entrusted with it!"

Deep within the pack's time-honored traditions, the sacred plate was far more than just a piece of metal. Crafted in the flames of the pack's earliest days, each plate was a treasured heirloom passed down through generations, embodying unity, honor, and an unbroken family line. Each pack alpha and elders possessing these plates means carrying the pack's proud history and losing or breaking one was like cutting a vital thread from their shared story.

Everyone in the pack understood. Without their plate, they would lose respect and status among other packs.