Stuck Between The Alpha Triplets

Nova "Get her!" I took two steps back, trying not to let fear control my concentration. I had been training hard my entire life, and it was time to prove that I could handle not one but three men. Yes, I could do this. My gaze shifted from one man to the next as they flexed their muscles. I took another subconscious step back, only for the onlookers' jeers to reach their peak. Oh, Goddess, please protect me from this. The three men standing so close together charged at me, and I attempted to dive between them, only to be groped on the arm and slammed hard to the ground. Thick blood poured from my lips, forcing me to crouch on the floor. Before I could move, one of the men pinned me down and repeatedly hit me in the stomach. I cried out as I looked over to where my father, Alpha Lint, stood on the podium, his right hand deep in his pocket and holding a sword. "Goddess! Will this girl rule over us someday?" One of the pack members began to cry. Father's grip around the sword appeared to tighten. I flinched when he looked at me with anger in his eyes. My eyes snapped shut after being kicked in the ribs. "Please tell them to stop," I begged my father in pain. "Enough!" Did he listen to me? It took me a moment to realize that the men had stopped hitting me. I crouched back slowly and spat out the blood. My people continued to mock me as I struggled to stand. I was able to get back on my feet while holding the sides of my stomach and looking back at where my father was standing. "Thank you," I murmured. He let out a growl. "I do not need your gratitude, Nova. Today, you have disappointed me. I thought you had finally mastered the art of fighting, but you appear to be worse than before. I shook my head as I staggered ahead. "No, I..." Father raised his sword, and I swallowed my last words in horror. "Shut up! I did not need your excuses, Nova; I needed you to win against these men. "You have failed me!" I gasped as I pressed my hand to my lips before turning around. I could hear Father yell at the warriors to keep fighting as I dashed to the pack house. Tears streamed down my cheeks, which I wiped away with each move I made. This was not fair. How could he belittle me so publicly? Why? As I ran, the wind tangled my hair strands. In about five minutes, I was in front of the pack house, where I saw my mother, Luna Ivory, drying her fruits in the sun, flanked by two maids. She seemed at peace as she sang, oblivious to everything I was going through. It irritated me even more. "Mother!" I screamed, clutching my fists as I came to a halt in front of her. Mother gave me a calm look before instructing the maids to leave. "What is this behavior, child?" She inquired. "You understand why I behave like this, Mother! Do you not see my small bracelet, my torn pants, and the tears in my eyes?" Stop being so unaware!" She sighed deeply as she picked up a dried mango and bit into it before throwing it away. "Did you see that?" She questioned quietly. I gave an eye roll. "I did not come here for your history lessons, mother," I said angrily. "I am not trying to teach you anything. Simply put, did you see it? Yes, I did. Well, what? I asked impatiently, my hands folded across my stomach. She rose to her feet, brushing her hands over her flowery gown. "I can either wash that mango and use it for something else or just ignore it," she said, brushing her hand through her hair. Your father only desires that you be fierce and strong, Nova. However, you have chosen to disregard his advice and not follow it. That explains why you are in pain at the moment. "Are you joking?" I questioned incredulously. She shook her head. "No, I am not. I was one of the toughest warriors around, and..." "I am not you or my father, Mom!" I screamed. I took another step forward, blinking back tears. "Why do you both not understand this? Since I do not have a wolf, I can't fight like you two can. Father, however, doesn't understand this and continues to pressure me to do things that are beyond my capabilities." I scowled at the fruits with annoyance. "Mom, I am not weak. This is something you must believe. However, my ability to fight the warriors is limited. Why are you unable to see this and tell Father that his constant schemes must end? You are my mother; you should be able to do at least this much!" "Nova!" A strong voice called, causing me to turn around to see Father behind me. He returned, his black warrior jacket free of dust. As he approached me, Father's eyes were icy blue. "Have you gone crazy?" Is that how you would address me if you thought I was not present? "So, what did I say wrong? I am sick of you making fun of me in public." "Then act like my own blood. Fight to win, not lose. You could not throw a single punch at those men. "They beat you to a pulp!" Angrily, he screeched. I turned my head away and scoffed. "Father, I have no wolf. How many times will I have to explain this?" "However, you heal quickly. You are capable of standing on your own two feet. That is what wolves do." You should channel your..." "Are you even paying attention to me?" Father growled as he moved closer to me, towering over my six-foot, one-inch frame. "No matter what you say, Nova, I do not care. I am f*****g sick of you, and you would comply with my wishes." "I am leaving." I attempted to move, but he yanked me back hard. "Not so fast. I have come to the conclusion that you should receive street training. The next six months would be spent away from the packhouse. You will then be able to behave appropriately and act like a man. You would be the male child I have always desired.". I realized I had not misheard after repeatedly cleaning my ears. "Did you just banish me from the pack for six months?" Taking a few steps away from me, Father shrugged. "You give me no other choice." I looked at him, then at my mother, stunned. For six months, I was being told to live like a rogue, as if I did not exist, even though I was a princess! I needed to get out of this nightmare badly. He simply approached my mother, who appeared stunned by the news as well, but as usual, she said nothing. For some reason, she could never question Father when it came to me. I was naive to believe she would speak up for me now. I took a step back. "You hate me, don't you?" "No," Father insisted. "I am looking out for you." In pain, I raised my hand. "Stop it, please." I stared at him while my body ached from the tears. "Regardless of what you do, I will never be a man. I am a woman, okay?!" I screamed as I fled the pack house into the forest. Every part of me hurt. Running as fast as I could, I stumbled back up after stomping over a rock. This was unfair. My toe slammed into a tree branch, causing me to stumble forward in agony. Even though my palm scraped the trunk, I was numb to the pain. "Oh, goddess! Why was I born if this is what awaits me? Answer me!" I heaved forward, trying not to cry, but tears streamed down my cheeks. Darkness was all I could see and feel. I was thrown out of the pack by my father as if I were nothing. As my eyes closed, I wondered if I was worth much until a funny scent started to make my nose itch. Struggling to open my eyes, I slowly moved my fingers to my temple. What was that smell? It smelt like smoke. My eyes opened at that point, and I found myself staring at a burning pack. Not just any pack but mine. "What the f**k?" Slowly, I stood up, clinging to a nearby tree for stability. This could not be happening. My dad, my family... I pulled on my thick braid, hoping it would bring me back to reality, only to see the fire reaching for the sky. I was not wrong. The urge to vomit grew stronger as the night grew darker and everything became more apparent. Unconsciously, I rubbed my throat. I could not let my father's constant reminders of how much of a failure I was cripple me now. My pack needed me. That thought made me return to the pack. I could hear people's screams with every step I took. The omegas were terrified. Who was capable of destroying everything? What could this mean, given that Father had no problems with the nearby pack? If I had my wolf, I would have asked for advice on how to deal with this mess. Although I was wolfless, I was not a weak wolf, and I would prove that to my father. With the lives of the people on my shoulders, I had no intention of giving up. Father had no idea how strong I was. In terms of perseverance, I had taken after him. Two wolves were snarling at each other when I ventured out into the forest for the next five minutes. The entire area had been destroyed by fire. All that accompanied me during the night were the cries of chaos and war. "Nova?" Mother?. That was her voice, but I couldn't see her. Searching for my mother, I moved slowly through the dead humans and wolves. I could not see very well through all the smoke and darkness because I only had human eyes, which did not help. However, I then discovered a body that had a rose-like scent. As I fell back to the ground, I gasped. A woman with a burned face tried to sit up but couldn't with her whole body racked in coughs. As painful tears welled up in my eyes, I quickly placed my hands on both sides of her shoulders. "Mother?" "It is me, Nova," she whispered. "No!" I screamed in agony as I pulled her to my chest. This could not be happening. "You cannot punish me like this, mother. I would make an effort to listen to you more and fight harder. I would not argue with you any more. Do not do this, please." "Nova," she said in a feeble voice. I sat her down again and watched as she touched my cheek lightly. "I am so sorry," she said softly. I shook my head in pain. "I would always feel guilty about not being a better mother to you. But never forget how much I adore you. If you can, forgive me for not standing up to your father and causing you so much pain." "Quit talking nonsense. I am the stubborn one. You did nothing wrong. There is no need to worry. I would change for the better," I sobbed. A soft smile splayed across her face. "Be better; never change. You have the ability to become anything you wish to be because you are Nova Wolfe." As her hands left my shoulders, she whispered, "Remember that." I did not realize she was dead for a moment. My mother f*****g abandoned me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and in panic, I drew her to my chest. Mother, please do not do this. Please don't! You cannot abandon me in this way! We did not agree to part this way!" As the tears dried, I noticed a figure in black. He stood tall, his hair tip red like blood. And he was holding my father up like a wax figure. What the hell? With my fingers searching for the sword by my mother's side, I sprinted as quickly as I could to meet him where he was. I would not lose a parent again. Not while I watch! "Hey!" I cried. He turned sharply, and his gaze met mine. As if he knew something I didn't, the man smirked at that moment. Before I could blink, his hand with the sword moved, and my father's head danced through the bodies. I felt as though someone had taken something from me and repeatedly stabbed it on the floor after the man dropped his body. Nonetheless, I kept staring at him, fighting my emotions, until a voice within me growled, "MATE!"