On The Run With The Alpha’s Triplets

Betrayal. Pain. Revenge

Chapter One

Betrayal. Pain. Revenge.

Magnus

I paced back and forth in the hotel room, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anger. Ever since the Queen mother, my mom, told me the truth about what happened six years ago, the truth about Amelia, my heart had been so heavy with pain and rage.

How could she do that to me?

I had done nothing but love her; I did all I could to keep her happy and well. How could she have an affair with another man and elope with him? The worst of it all was that she faked her death; she faked her death and made me live in anguish and guilt for years.

Amelia did that to me, who did nothing but shower her with love and care. She gave no damn about my love and took off with someone else. My blood boiled as I thought about that once again. She took off with another man and had given my kids to that man; I couldn’t believe that she would do such a cruel and despicable thing to me.

“I will make her pay!” I growled, “I will make her pay for this!” I clutched my wrist in a fist, trying to control my anger, but I couldn’t. Amelia would have to pay for what she did to me.

I could remember how I couldn’t stand up for days after her supposed death; my hands shook whenever I remembered holding her cold body in my hands. I wished and hoped every day that all of that was a dream, a terrible nightmare which I could eventually wake up from, but I had to live with the pain and anguish for years. When the queen mother told me she was still alive and all of that was just a drama she put on to elope with another man, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that Amelia would do such a thing to me.

The one who I showered with so much love, I did everything I could to make sure she felt loved by me even among my duties. I did all I could in my power to make her happy and okay, but she repaid me by faking her own death and eloping with another man. I could still remember holding her cold body in my hands, screaming out in pain and anguish, in fear and guilt that I left her all by herself, all of that still felt like yesterday, I still just couldn’t believe that it was all lies, no matter how hard I thought about it; I still felt like that was fake and it wasn’t real at all. Amelia couldn’t have done that to me; the queen mother probably made a mistake.

I could only believe all of these fully when I set my eyes on her, which was the reason I had been in the human world for the past 24 hours. Even with the hotness and the bad aura I was getting from every human I had met, I still kept all of that to myself, enduring it because I really wanted to see Amelia; I wanted to see for myself if she truly did that to me.

I was jolted out of my reverie when the door burst open, “I found her! I found her!”

I turned to the door to find my bodyguard, Ivan. His eyes lightened with excitement and happiness. “I have found her, my alpha.” He bowed.

I moved closer to him, “you found Amelia?” I asked with my brows raised; could it be true that she was still alive?

“Yes, my Alpha, I found her, and I would like you to come with me now to see her.” He said, still with his head bent.

I still couldn’t believe it; I motioned back to the bed and picked up the small rod which the pack witch had given me. She has said I should go everywhere with it as it would serve as protection for me. I turned back to Ivan, “let’s go.”

With that, we both headed out of the hotel room, motioning for the parking lot. I hopped into the car, and we zoomed off, on to where Amelia was. Until I set my eyes on her, it would still be very difficult to believe that all I had been told and all I had seen for the last few days was the truth.

I had come into this world with anger, the rage that she did that to me, but on getting here, it only became more impossible for me to believe. How could Amelia have gone away with another man? How could she have eloped with another man and with my kids?

I shook my head multiple times during the drive because all of that still felt like a dream to me. It was very difficult to believe that it was true. How could someone who is dead come back to live? I couldn’t believe that Amelia faked her death and eloped like I heard, until I see for myself that she was truly the one.

My heart rate accelerated, and I could feel goosebumps growing all over my body as we drove into the big parking lot of a hospital.

“She is here, My Alpha.” Ivan said and rushed down from the car, opening the door for me. “Please, come with me.”

I could see that he was as surprised and confused as I was; all of what I had been told must be true; he must have seen Amelia. But until I saw her with my own two eyes, I wouldn’t be able to believe that she was the one.

I got down from the car and followed Ivan’s lead. I dipped my shaky hands into my pocket, my heartbeat raced with each step we took inside the hospital. I wished all of that was not true; I wished all I had been told was not true. I could deal with her death; I could live with the pain and anguish forever. I could continue to live with each day hoping and praying that Amelia would be back to me, but I wouldn’t be able to live with the fact that she eloped with another man.

I would never be able to live with the truth that Amelia would fake her own death just to go away from me.

“There she is.” Ivan pointed, and my legs hit each other.

I staggered, but Ivan caught me before I could fall.

“Are you okay, Alpha?” He asked.

I nodded at him and pulled his hand away from me slowly. I looked up at where he pointed, and my head ached; my heart shattered into over a million pieces, how could she? I thought all of my rage and anger would wash away when I get to see that everyone was mistaken; I thought I would be able to boldly tell everyone that Amelia would never do all that they said she did, but I wouldn’t be able to do that because they were right all along.

I fell onto the long seat beside me, burying my face in my arms, my legs shook with a mixture of pain and anger.

How could Amelia do this to me?

Could it mean that everything we shared was all lies? That she never truly loved me and all she did was fake it? But why? Why did she do all of that to me? How could all of what we shared be fake? The thoughts of our memories and moments we shared stung; my breathing became shallow, I clutched my head into my hands in agony.

I had never felt so much pain in my entire life; it was way more than when I was told about Amelia’s death, it was more than when I held her cold body in my hands, the anguish I was feeling was more than what I felt days after I had thought she had died and tried to come to terms with the reality.

I clutched my chest; tears rolled down my face as I muffled through my breath. The feeling of betrayal, the reality of our broken love and trust dawned on me, and it pushed more tears down my face.

I covered my mouth with my hands; she had been the reason for my tears for the last six years, she had been the reason for my sadness, but knowing all of that was for nothing. Knowing that I had been in pain and sadness for years for a woman who doesn’t care about me or how I felt and had eloped with a man only fueled my pain.

I looked up at her where she was, and my pain was immediately replaced with anger and immense rage. All that was ringing in my head was revenge; I wanted her to feel the same pain I had felt for the last six years, I wanted her to know how it feels like. I jumped up on my feet, sniffled and wiped my tears.

“This would be the last tears I would shed for you, Amelia.” I murmured to myself as I walked to where she was.

I didn’t know what was wrong and why she was in the hospital, but I couldn’t care less; she was a woman who was full of deceit and lies; she took everything from me after she eloped; she took my happiness and sense of living, and all I could wish for her is to experience the same.

I got there to see that she had been crying and pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket. “Here you go, wipe your tears.” I said to her.

She looked up at me, her eyes laced with surprise and confusion, and I could see it on her face. She was Amelia. The woman I loved but betrayed me, the woman I trusted so much but had just broken the trust. I had shed tears and been in so much pain for years, all because of this woman. But all of that pain has been replaced; it had been replaced with rage and anger.

It had been replaced with revenge!

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