The Last Female Alphas

NO HOPE1

Ray POV:

I try to make no noise and hide in my room, “the broom closet”. But the noises are getting louder, it is making my heartbeat like a drum. I do not understand what has happened. Everyone was excited that future Alpha Blaze was coming home. But listening to the yelling upstairs, it looks like things didn’t go as planned. I can almost predict that this will bring me a lot of pain, as always. They will find a way to pin this on me and make me a human punching bag. So, I do the only thing I can. I steeled myself for the coming catastrophe.

Scarlett is screaming her lungs out. I can sense the noises are getting louder and are inching closer. It never ends well for me when the screeching sound is this close to my living quarters. Alpha is saying something, but I cannot figure out his words and at this point, I truly don’t care. I have been hiding in the corner with my knees close to my chest trying to make myself as small as possible.

Just then, I heard a loud knocking. They are banging on my door. Before I could react and get to the door, it was ripped off its hinges. And a very angry alpha and Luna are standing inside my safe haven. Scarlett comes in, even before I can react, she is holding me by my hair. Pain rips through me when the alpha punches my stomach as hard as he can, blood pours through my clenched teeth. I feel my hair being torn through its roots.

“You b***h, you wasted so much food.” I do not understand, I did exactly what she told me. I don’t say anything because the pain of my hair pulling from my scalp is intolerable.

“Luna Scarlett, I did what you told me to do,” I said, fighting the pain. Which does not seem like the right thing to do. This makes her angrier. Alpha Simon raises his hand and smacks me so hard that I am bleeding through my lips.

“You call us liars. How dare you disrespect your Luna.”

He shoves me hard on the floor while kicking me in the ribs. And it goes on for some time before he is satisfied or tired. I would never know which one. Finally, he shoves my head against the wall. I lose consciousness altogether when black spots dance around me. I just lay there in my blood for God knows how long before someone comes in. I can sense there are a few people in my tiny closet. One of them is a woman, but I cannot recognize them.

She lightly taps my shoulder and tries to wake me up. Everything hurts so badly that I can’t even breathe. My head is pounding. I tried getting up but slipped on the blood pool underneath me and fell headfirst. She slowly helps me up. There is someone else here too. But I don’t see them. She gets me up and gives me water. She gave me some medicine to help with the pain, and then she helped clean my wounds. We can’t dress the wound as the Alpha will realize that someone helped me, and everyone will be punished as a result.

After breathing heavily, I can center myself. I am sober and conscious enough to notice her now. I saw this beautiful girl with gray eyes. She has red marks on her hands and face. She has beautiful caramel skin; she is young, but her dead eyes tell me that she has given up on life. I finally asked her who she was and why she was helping me with great difficulty.

“Umm, my name is Nina and that’s Davis. We just wanted to make sure you were OK. I saw what Alpha and Luna did to you. Sorry I couldn’t do much, but I would hate myself if I hadn't at least tried to help you.” I can see how helpless they are feeling. I felt the same way countless times. I understand it pretty well, the fear and the helplessness. I have tried to help people whenever I can. But it doesn’t end well when the alpha finds out that you helped someone who was punished.

“You helped me. A few years back, when the warriors were trying to harass me. I know they hurt you for helping me. But you still saved me. I just wanted to do the same. Don’t worry, help is coming.” She whispered the last part lowly.

She gave me a small smile before getting up. I don’t want to be cruel and say no one will help us and break her heart. So, I just smiled back. Davis tells her that they have to leave before someone realizes they are here. She gives me one last hopeful smile and leaves.

I lay there wondering what she was talking about. What help! Who will help us? But I think that’s her coping mechanism and just let it be. I don’t want to be hopeful. I lost hope a long time ago. No one will ever help us in this hellhole. I doze off somewhere in my musings despite all the pain.