THE SAVAGE ALPHAS AND THEIR LUNA THIEF

Vivian I was dying. I had no idea how I knew, but it seemed so real. Looking up, I found three men staring down at me. They were the most handsome men I had ever seen, but somehow, I knew they were the reason I was dying. A banging occurs in the distance. BANG! BANG!! BANG!!! Their gazes were hard and sorrowful, and their lips pressed into a firm line. They were not sorry for what they had done to me, and I realized I wasn't sorry for what I had done to them either. Closer now. BANG! BANG!! BANG!!! I opened my eyes, and my first breath intake had me coughing my lungs out. I found it hard to breathe, and I immediately understood why. Someone very heavy was lying on top of me! My heart began to race. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I realized someone was banging on the door of the bedroom I was in. “My King!” The King's guard called on the other side. “Please, respond!” I looked at the dead man on top of me, and tears spilt out of my eyes. The Alpha King is dead, and I am the one who killed him, and if I don't get out of here, they'll kill me too! “Your Highness! I am sorry, but I will have to break in!” The officer announced on the other side. That made my heart rate spike to a thousand beats per minute, which in turn flooded my system with enough adrenaline to push the two hundred pound king off of me. Relieved, I took another breath and sighed. Then I was on my feet again, first rushing to the door to make sure it was locked before pushing a heavy table to block it. Next, I rushed to the window and looked down. Thank the gods. No guards were there yet, but I was on the second story. Jumping down would mean broken legs. Turning around, I snagged the bedsheets off the bed and, with shaky hands, tied them together to make a rope. I heard commotion on the other end, and I knew they had just gotten the ram they needed to break in. Tying the makeshift rope to the foot of the bed, I threw it down. Just then, someone turned the knob and then a key entered into place, which means they have a spare key, and I am running out of time! Looking down, I realized the rope would not take me all the way down, but it would at least get me within jumping distance. I threw one leg over the window, ready to climb down, but something caught my eyes. A gold ring on the finger of the dead king. A dangerous thought slipped into my mind, the kind born out of the years I have spent surviving. After tonight, I'll need to disappear, and I need money for that. BANG! BANG! BANG! I jumped. “We would have to use the ram, my King! Forgive us!” The man said. I groaned as I threw my leg back into the room. Diving for the pillow, I removed the pillow case and took off all the King's golden rings. Then, on a table not too far away, I saw a jewellery box, and I emptied that too. I snagged two apples and a plate of bacon before wrapping it up and heading for the window. BAM! The first ram hit the door and I quickly threw my legs over the window, using my mouth to hold the pillowcase, I grabbed hold of the bedsheet and climbed down and when I got within jumping distance, I let go and landed on my feet. The moment I did that, I heard the first break-in, and it was only a matter of time before they pushed back the table and saw the king's dead body. With that, I scampered off into the dead of night. By the time, alarms were raised and the order for a total shutdown was given, I was already far from the Royal Compound, hidden inside the truck bed of some delivery guy, while he drove through the main gate. Once I realized I was free, I finally took a deep breath and let myself feel all the pain in my body and my soul. I had been betrayed. I had grown up in an orphanage with no memory of how I got there and I didn't know who my parents were so I put Lady Diana, the one in charge of the orphanage, in the role of a mother. I trusted her for fifteen years…and the b***h sold me as a breeder to the Alpha King. I remembered watching her collect her payment in a suitcase filled with money and when I asked why, she looked at me with a stoic face, “The Orphanage is not a charity, darling.” And then she left. The Alpha King had wasted no time in ripping my clothes off, with the intention of raping me and I had wasted no time in snagging the table knife and burying it in his heart. In his last moments, he had held on to me, and when he went down, I went down too. I must have hit my head and lost consciousness along the way but now I'm glad I wasn't caught. My joy immediately became cut short when I realized I had nowhere to go. Thinking long and hard, I developed a plan and when the truck driver parked at a fuel station, I climbed down from his truck and fled into the night. __________________ The first place I went was the orphanage. I hid in the bushes and I wasn't surprised when I found the place crawling with Alpha and Beta soldiers. To my satisfaction, I saw them drag out a confused and terrified Lady Diana who was already in her night wear. How could she even think of sleeping after selling me off to be r***d and used? They bundled her into a car and shortly after, some of the men drove off, leaving some behind to patrol the area in case I came back. Since this wasn't my first time sneaking around the orphanage, I went through a secret spot and entered the premises and after checking around for security and finding none, I went for the storage room. This place had been my bedroom for the past couple of years since the girls I shared a room with took pleasure in cutting my hair or kicking me in my sleep. Every night, I would grab my blanket and sleep in the storage room and it was also where I kept my most prized possessions. This included a laptop, a phone, my clothes and other things all packed in a duffel bag. It was almost as if I knew one day, I would have to run. I retrieved the bag, and quietly made my exit using the same way I came. Back when I was younger, I was always picked on by the other children for being so small so I learnt to run from them, so far that I found an old shack in the woods and made it my fortitude. It was this shack I retreated to get my bearings and make more plans. By dawn tomorrow, it will be harder to hide. Everyone in this Kingdom will be out to get me. Best thing for me would be to lay low for a few days and then get as far away from this kingdom as possible. To do that I need money. Pawning my stolen treasure would be stupid because all pawn shops would be on the lookout for me so I resorted to my usual source of income - stealing. Grabbing my laptop, modem and the food I stole, I ignored the pain in my body, and quickly logged on to the dark web where a group of anonymous people gather to collect jobs from clients. These ‘jobs’ involved breaking and entering into high risk places to secure objects or items for said client. Once delivered at the drop off point, you get paid and that's it. Logging in to the group chat now, I am seeing a lot of my colleagues disagreeing and turning down a particular job, saying it's too risky and is actually suicidal. When I scrolled up and read what it's about, I realized why all my colleagues refused the job. A client wants someone to break into the Salvatore mansion to steal an amulet. Now everyone, including a baby born yesterday has heard of the Salvatore brothers. They are twice as fast, twice as strong and twice as deadly as any other Lycan. They are stinkingly rich and are guardians of the Royal Court treasure which means they have high valuable items that could make a basic thief like me spasm in pleasure. But here's the thing, no one has ever broken into the Salvatore mansion and lived to tell the tale. My colleagues are right. It's suicide but then, I saw the price that will be paid for it and I did a double take. With the amount of zeroes I just saw, not only will I be able to disappear but I’ll also be able to live comfortably for the rest of my life, without lifting a finger to work. I took a minute to think about it. I have survived the worst of the worst, what's one more? Desperate and in pain, I clicked the gig and under it, I typed words that would forever alter my life. ‘I accept.’