Ruined By My Three Billionaire Alphas

Chapter 3: The Beast Within 🌶 🌶

~Aquila~

My little legs scuttled away. I have to get help. Sister is dying. Tears streamed down my eyes.

I stiffened my fist into my mouth, stifling the sobs. Sister needed me. I'm a big girl; I can't cry. I broke through the trees, face wet with tears, spotting the worried face of my father.

I plunged headfirst into his arms, but a hand shoved me to the floor and away from him.

Father's face was twisted in rage, his hands trembling. He asked, "Where's your sister, Aquila?"

I couldn't remember what I said, but I remember clearly what happened next. I didn't want to see it.

"Please don't," I urged, but I was forced to relieve the heartbreaking experience again.

His hand latched onto mine, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. Eyes red with blood, he roared at me—

Father had become mad.

The scene switched. Rain poured down from the gloomy dark sky, pelting down on my exposed flesh, but it couldn't compare to what I was feeling inside.

I wasn't allowed to attend her burial. They said I killed my sister and that she's dead. What's death? I couldn't understand at that age.

I remember sobbing innocently when I was told my sister wouldn't be around anymore.

The moment the black rectangular box was closed with a picture of sister in it and her favorite doll... why were they locking sister's picture in a box? I was still too small to understand.

Anyone I tried to ask either looked away from me or shied away.

The scene changed again.

This time, it was winter again. Father's desolate figure knelt by her grave. During the summer, this place was a garden Father specially built for her.

Flowers were blooming, bees and colorful butterflies fluttering in their midst.

Mira, my sister, was buried there. I had just finished scrubbing the toilet floor, hands still bleeding.

The water wasn't heated. My hands were purple with frostbite and swollen.

He turned around, his eyes dazed and empty, alcohol in hand. He whispered, "Why wasn't it you? Why did she have to die?"

“No!” with a scream I jerked awake.

Gasping, I tumbled, Hitting the floor with a thud. The world around me spun in circles. I was disoriented.

My fingers clutched at the nearest thing, hoisting myself up, breathing in deeply. "It’s all a dream, Aquila. It’s a dr— a nightmare."

My eyes were unfocused. Unbearable scenes from the past I never wanted to recount appeared in my sleep, reminding me of the past.

I curled my fingers into fists. "Sister," I whispered. Just then, I realized something strange—it wasn’t just something, but a lot of things.

The bed I was laying on—smooth and expensive—The room. Dark and grand. Where am I? I rubbed my aching head, the images receding, and another flooded in.

"Wait, don't tell me…" An ominous premonition reared its ugly head. The pack could never look like this. ‘Where am i?’

“Am I at—?" I gasped, my hand covering my lips. Tears welled up. I remembered everything.

From finding my mate to being sold to being knocked out.

I remembered it all. When others found their mate, it was a thing of joy. Why was mine full of sorrow? As expected, nothing good is ever for me.

I sighed melancholically, but before I could drown myself further, a loud bang was heard. I jolted up, frightened.

Then another, the shattering of something on the floor, and screams? But they were muffled and almost muted.

Could it be he's killing someone? My mind immediately flashed to the awful rumors I've heard about him.

Getting up from the bed, I crept towards the door.

My fingers trembled in fear as I twisted the doorknob. To my delight, it opened with a soft click, which was swiftly covered by a sharp screech, as though something was being bent against its will.

Out of fright, I left the door as it swung shut, shutting me out.

"Run!" someone screamed. Voice shrill cutting through the air. Hurried footsteps sounded out.

I turned hurriedly, trying to push open the door, yanking at it, but it didn't budge one bit. Regret flooded through me.

Why was I so curious? At least I wouldn’t have put myself in danger.

Just then, figures appeared—males and females dressed in white and black servant clothes.

One woman, seeing me standing still frozen, gripped my shoulders, shaking them, screaming, "The beast is out! Run!" She pulled me forward, fear heavy in the air, merging into the crowd of panicked servants.

A guttural growl sounded behind. Something crashed to the floor. "He's coming! Run faster if you want to make it out alive."

Chaotic screams came from all directions. Objects flew, hitting the woman holding me. She was sent flying, pulling me along, and crashing against the wall.

A large cut by her hairline, blood swiftly dyeing her face red. She groaned, weakly fluttering her eyelids, whispering, "Fernando..." before slumping weakly, fainting. I hurriedly held her, supporting her.

"Who's Fernando, her mate?" I didn't have the leisure to think about it further. I peeled her grip off my arm.

Conflicted, she helped me. I should carry her, but when the beastly roar bounced off the walls, getting closer, I woke up.

I need to escape. Taking a glance at the woman, I swiftly tore my shirt, wrapping it around her injury by her head, putting her in a safe position. I spun around, running.

Leaving her there was far better than carrying her on my back to run—it would only aggravate her injury.

Versus her, who should receive medical care after he calms from his spree. At least that's what the rumor also says.

He gives treatment, plus compensation. That's why people still work for him.

Even if I carry her... I glanced at my broomstick arms. It’s unsure if I could even carry her in the first place.

Throwing that away, I sped to the door. Freedom was in sight. Speeding up just as I was about to reach the door, light spilling in.

With a thud, I slammed into a wall—no, it wasn't a wall made of bricks but of flesh.

My heart thumped, trailing upwards, past a heaving chest, dark hair ruffled and untamed. Golden feral eyes locked, glaring down at me. Nose flaring.

It was Alpha Damon.

My legs went weak like jelly. Fear blanked my mind.

I couldn't think, but my instincts screamed to run. I took off in the opposite direction, sprinting.

Bad idea. I didn’t make it past a few feet when a muscular arm shot out, wrapping around my waist.

The world tilted, knocking the air out of me. I was on his shoulder, his broad back the only thing I could see.

"Release me!" I hammered against his back, my legs kicking out. His arm secured my legs, keeping me in place with a smack to my behind.

My cheeks colored scarlet with shame, anger doubling. How could he slap me there? No one had ever done that—not even my parents! I flamed, increasing my efforts.

He barged into a random room, the door slamming against the wall, shutting close. The alarm bells came back again.

It’s warming for a different reason.

"You brute!" He threw me down. I screamed, gravity drawing me downwards. My fall was cushioned by a bed. I sank. I was in a room!

Just me and him in a room with a bed!

He walked toward me, his steps languid, like a predator to prey, like he had everything under control, a dangerous elegance.

I eyed the door behind him. My muscles tensing, I slowly advanced to the edge of the king-sized bed, eyes still locked on the door.

With a whoosh, I leapt up, but he caught me, throwing me back to the bed. A dark amusement in his eyes, like all my struggles were nothing.

It ticked me the wrong way. He placed one knee on the bed, drawing close to me, pulling my lips back. I snarled at him in warning.

But he held my jaw. I grinned in pain but still shot him a defiant glare. "Show me those teeth once, and I won't mind pulling them out of your mouth one by one," he growled, staring at me through eyes half-lidded with desire.

A jolt went through my spine. His voice was doing something to me despite my resistance.

He leaned forward, his eyes still on me, and captured my lips. His hand grabbed my hands, locking them above my head.