Mated to my Rugby triplet Stepbrother

Anna Hilda's POV

Up in the attic's tiny storage room, I slipped into my cheerleading uniform. It was the only spot where the men in my host family and their servants wouldn't easily find me.

In the dim light, I pulled on the black, tight crop top that made my figure look way curvier than usual. The matching short skirt had this funky leg garter underneath.

I grabbed my pom-poms, took a few deep breaths, and started practicing my moves in front of the old mirror.

Our cheerleading coach wanted us to practice at home for at least a week before the football game, but today was the only chance I had since I was usually busy helping the maids.

I didn't want to mess up in front of my teammates, especially since my boyfriend, Danial Waston, was the quarterback. I promised I'd cheer him on properly.

Thinking about Danial made me smile.

"What are you doing here?" That voice, as smooth as a cello, sounded like thunder to me.

I spun around and saw Isaac Allen.

The Allen family's three sons were triplets, and Isaac was the eldest. He was the political prodigy, winning awards left and right and always in the media spotlight.

And me? I was just the daughter of the current Alpha's mistress, a stain on their perfect family.

"Sorry, Mr. Allen, I'll get back to work right away." I bowed slightly and tried to leave the room.

But just as I was about to step out, he grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the door, making it shut with a bang.

"Dressed like this, are you trying to disgrace the family?" Isaac's usually handsome face was now dark and terrifying.

His blue-gray eyes bore into me, his nose high and straight. He had the looks of a god but the heart of a devil.

Isaac was the captain of the football team and a top student, one of the most popular guys at school.

I had seen tons of pretty girls give him love letters, hoping for a chance to date him, but he turned them all down.

As the eldest son of the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, Isaac cared most about the family's reputation, unlike his brother Nick Allen, the notorious playboy. But I knew it was all a facade; Nick was a devil at heart too.

"Mr. Allen, this is the school's cheerleading uniform," I quickly explained.

But Isaac didn't listen. His hand covered my already tight leg garter, squeezing my thigh as if trying to rip it off. His fingers hooked onto it, making my heart race. With Isaac's hands pressing down, my legs were being kneaded and twisted, which gave me an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Please let go of me!" I flinched. His calloused hand, from years of fencing practice, left red marks on my leg, and the slight pain made me let out a soft moan.

Isaac impatiently tore off the leg garter. Since the skirt had hidden connections to keep the garter from falling off during cheerleading, the skirt got torn too.

I covered the torn part of my skirt, my nose stinging as I held back tears.

His breathing grew heavier as he looked down at me, his voice commanding and forceful, "Quit the cheerleading team by tomorrow."

I bit my lip. This kind of bullying had happened countless times since I came to stay here. But I had no way to escape.

My mom was seriously ill, and I was staying with them to save on college accommodation costs.

Right now, my mom's medical expenses were also being paid by his father.