Falling Goddess Claimed by Three Alphas

Chapter 1 Merry Christmas, Fatty

I had never hated my own body more than I did at that moment.

Standing outside the cabin window, the bitter Alpine wind slicing through my only winter coat, I caught my reflection in the frost-rimmed glass.

Round. Disgusting. Repelling.

The down jacket—my one and only—clung to me like a second skin of shame. The zipper strained against my belly, threatening to burst. My chest spilled over the top, my stomach bulged beneath, creating a grotesque silhouette. Like a thick sausage wrapped around an even thicker one.

I looked away. I couldn't stand the sight of myself.

But what waited inside was worse.

Through the window, firelight danced. Warm. Golden. Romantic.

And there was Luke.

My fiancé. My future. My everything.

His voice cut through the glass like a knife.

"She's such a disgusting pig." He laughed—actually laughed. "Everything about her makes me want to puke."

The words hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled. I grabbed the window frame to keep from collapsing.

For two years, he told me he didn't touch me because he loved me. Because he cherished me. Because he wanted our first time to be special—on our wedding night.

I believed him.

Every. Single. Lie.

I believed him when he said my body didn't matter. When he said he loved my soul. When he held my hand and whispered that I was beautiful in ways the world couldn't see.

But now—through this frost-covered glass—I watched him prove exactly how much those words meant.

Nothing. They meant nothing.

His hands roamed over another woman's body. His lips traced her collarbone. His eyes—those eyes that once looked at me with what I thought was love—burned with raw, hungry desire.

Nina.

My best friend. Only friend.

She lay beneath him on the bed, her perfect body stretched out like an offering. Slim waist. Flat stomach. Long legs wrapped around his hips.

Everything I wasn't.

"God, you're so beautiful," Luke groaned, his mouth trailing down her neck. "Like a f*****g goddess."

She giggled—that light, musical sound I'd heard a thousand times. But never like this. Never dripping with this kind of pleasure.

"More," she breathed. "Touch me more."

His hand slid between her thighs. She gasped, arching off the mattress.

I couldn't look away.

I should have. I should have turned and run. But my feet were frozen to the deck, and my eyes were locked on the nightmare unfolding before me.

Luke's fingers disappeared inside her. She moaned—loud, shameless—and grabbed his wrist, pushing him deeper.

"Yes," she hissed. "Right there. f**k, yes."

He worked her with practiced ease. In and out. Faster. Harder. Her hips bucked against his hand, riding his fingers like she'd done it a hundred times before.

Because she had.

This wasn't new. The way they moved together—synchronized, familiar—told me everything. This had been going on for months. Maybe longer.

While I was working double shifts to pay his rent.

While I was writing his research papers because he was "too stressed."

While I was skipping meals to save money for our future, and swallowing cheap high-calorie food up in order to gain energy for survival.

They were here. Together. Laughing at me behind my back.

My vision blurred. Tears or rage—I couldn't tell anymore.

Nina pulled him down, crushing her lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate, all tongue and teeth. When they broke apart, a string of saliva connected their mouths.

"I need you inside me," she whimpered. "Now. Please."

Luke didn't hesitate.

He positioned himself between her legs, and with one brutal thrust, buried himself to the hilt.

Nina screamed.

Not in pain. In ecstasy.

"Oh God!" Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his skin. "You're so big. So f*****g big."

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in. The bed frame cracked against the wall. Again. And again. And again.

"Harder," she begged. "f**k me harder."

He obliged, his hips pistoning with savage intensity. The wet, obscene sound of their bodies slapping together filled the cabin. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. His muscles flexed and strained.

They were beautiful together.

And I was the monster outside, watching.

The ugly truth crashed over me like the avalanche that would come later: I was never enough. I would never be enough. How could someone like me ever keep someone like him?

I thought of all the times I'd undressed in the dark, too ashamed to let him see me. All the times I'd sucked in my stomach when we hugged. All the times I'd made excuses to avoid intimacy because I was terrified he'd be disgusted by what lay beneath my clothes.

Turns out, he already was.

Santa Claus, you’re so humorous. So is this the gift you offered me?

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Two weeks ago, that envelope arrived.

It arrived on a Tuesday—no return address, no postmark, just my name written in elegant silver script that seemed to shimmer under the light.

Inside was an invitation.

Heavy cream paper. Embossed edges. A wax seal the color of blood.

"Congratulations, Elena Collins. You have been selected for an exclusive winter retreat in the Swiss Alps. Two guests. All expenses paid. A once-in-a-lifetime experience awaits."

No explanation of how I was "selected." No company name. No contact information.

Just coordinates. A date. And a single phrase at the bottom that made my skin prickle:

"Destiny cannot be escaped."

I should have been suspicious. Should have thrown it away.

But I was drowning. Student loans. Double shifts. A diet of instant noodles and broken dreams. I hadn't had a real vacation in my entire life. Hadn't left the country once.

God knows I deserved something good. Just once.

So I convinced myself it was a marketing gimmick. Some luxury resort's clever promotion. I ignored the warning bells and packed my bags.

I invited Luke.

Though I didn’t invite Nina—gorgeous, wealthy, perfect Nina—she insisted on coming too.

"It'll be so fun!" she'd squealed, hugging me tight. "Best friends forever, right?"

She posted about it everywhere. Told everyone we knew. Our classmates smirked and whispered. The fat girl won a free trip. How pathetic.

But I didn't care. For once, something was going my way.

What a joke.

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Now, standing in the frozen darkness, I understood.

This trip wasn't a gift.

It was a stage. For my humiliation. For their betrayal.

Inside the cabin, Nina climbed on top of Luke, straddling him. She rolled her hips in slow circles, grinding down on his length.

"You feel so good," she moaned. "You’re almost a brutal werewolf!" Her voice cracked in fused desire . “Did you do the same to her?”

"That disgusting cow?" Luke grabbed her ass, pulling her harder against him. "I've never touched her. Never will. The thought makes me sick."

Between breathless moans, Nina laughed. "Does she have any idea? That fat cow?"

Luke didn't slow down. "She's unconscious. I put something in her cocoa—industrial sedatives from the lab. She's out cold."

My blood turned to ice.

He drugged me?

I remembered the hot chocolate. How sweet he'd been when he handed it to me. How drowsy I'd felt after a few sips.

But I hadn't finished it.

Lucky me.

"What if she wakes up?" Nina gasped between thrusts.

"She won't. Trust me—that b***h sleeps like a dead pig." He grabbed her hips, angling deeper.

"Poor Elena." Nina's voice dripped with mock sympathy. "She actually thinks you love her."

"She's useful. That's all." He thrust up into her, making her gasp. "Once I graduate, once I get her research—"

He thrust harder, making her cry out. "I'm done with her."

Nina wrapped her legs tighter around him. "And then?"

"Then it's just us, princess. You and me. Forever."

She smiled—victorious, venomous—and pulled him down for another kiss.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to burst through that door and claw their eyes out.

But instead, I felt shame. Crushing, irrational shame. As if I were the intruder. As if I didn't deserve to be here. As if this was somehow my fault.

Because deep down, a small, vicious voice whispered: Of course he doesn't want you. Look at yourself. Who would?

My teeth chattered. My body shook—from cold, from rage, from heartbreak. I stumbled backward, my boots crunching on the icy deck.

Too loud.

Nina's head snapped toward the window. "What was that?"

"Probably just some animal." Luke pulled her back down. "Ignore it."

"No." She climbed off him, reaching for a robe. "Something's not right. What if she's out there?"

My heart stopped.

I turned to run—but my body betrayed me.

My stupid, fat, clumsy body.

My foot caught on a loose board. I stumbled. The deck groaned under my weight.

And then the door swung open.

---

The resort was built on the edge of oblivion.

Below the cabin, the Black Diamond run plunged into darkness. A 75-degree slope. The most dangerous trail in the Alps. In daylight, expert skiers conquered it for the adrenaline rush.

At night, it was a death sentence.

I didn't choose to fall.

My feet slipped on the ice. My arms pinwheeled uselessly. And then gravity claimed me.

The world tilted. White. Black. White again.

I tumbled down the mountainside, snow and ice tearing at my clothes, my skin, my soul. The wind screamed past my ears like a banshee's wail.

A horrible thought surfaced through the chaos: If I weren't so fat, would I fall slower? Would I have a chance?

But physics didn't care about fairness.

I hit the snowbank like a meteor.

The impact drove the air from my lungs. I sank into the powder—deep, deeper—until the white closed over my head like a grave.

I thrashed. Fought. Screamed without sound.

The more I struggled, the faster I sank.

And then I heard it.

A rumble. Low at first. Then building. Growing. Roaring.

Avalanche.

The mountain itself was coming to bury me.

The wall of snow crashed over me like a frozen tsunami. The cold was so absolute it burned. Ice pressed against every inch of my body, squeezing, crushing, suffocating.

I couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

Couldn't even cry.

This is it, I thought. Minus twenty degrees. Middle of the night. Middle of nowhere.

Merry Christmas, Elena.

This is how you die.

---

Time lost meaning.

The cold had stopped hurting. That was bad—it meant my body was shutting down.

Not that someone like me deserved to survive anyway.

I could feel the sharp pain in my left thigh, it must’ve been cracked against the icy cliff bottom.

Then suddenly—a tiny wet warmth, on my finger.

Something touched my fingertips. Hot. Rough. A tongue, licking my frozen skin with surprising gentleness.

I forced my eyes open.

Moonlight broke through the snow. And in that pale glow, I saw it.

Red fur. Small—well, smaller than the shadow looming behind it. The size of a Great Dane, but unmistakably wolf. Its crimson eyes studied me with something almost like... curiosity.

A deep, rumbling growl cut through the silence.

The red wolf froze. Stepped back a little.

And then I saw him.

Black fur. Massive. The size of a grizzly bear. He prowled forward, golden eyes blazing with authority. The alpha—I knew it instinctively. Every line of his body radiated dominance, danger, control.

He growled again, low and threatening. A warning.

A third shape emerged from the shadows. Grey fur, silver-tipped. Yellow eyes glowing like twin moons. Just as huge as the black one.

Three wolves. Three impossible monsters.

So falling was not the end... So I’m gonna be their Christmas feast. How ironic...

And that was my last thought before pain took my consciousness.