SHATTERED BY MY ALPHAS TWISTED DESIRES.

“No… no, please! You can't just let them take me away, Uncle Zek!” I screamed, my voice trembling as tears rolled down my cheeks. I never thought this day would come. Uncle Zek, the one who swore to protect me, had sold me. He lied. He betrayed me. Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why was the Moon Goddess punishing me this way? My parents abandoned me the moment they discovered I had no wolf. My different-colored eyes marked me as an abomination, forcing me to hide one behind an eye patch. I had no choice. I had to live that way. Uncle Zek took me in, raised me, made me believe I belonged somewhere. I trusted him. I trusted the friends I made, believing they saw me for who I was. But it was all an illusion. All this time, he was only waiting for the right moment to sell me off like a caged animal. I wiped my tears with shaky hands, my heart pounding against my ribs. Two massive men held me in place, their grip unyielding, suffocating. No matter how hard I struggled, they wouldn't let me move. I had to escape. I couldn't let this be my fate. I didn't care what it took. I needed to run, to get away before it was too late. But where could I run to? I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Still, I had to try. Even if it meant struggling to survive, I would find a way. I could take any job, do anything to keep myself going. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to think. I needed a way out. A way to escape this place I once called home. My heart pounded as I glanced toward the door. It was open. Hope flickered inside me. Maybe the Goddess hadn’t abandoned me after all. Now was my chance. Without hesitation, I sank my teeth into the hand gripping my right wrist and drove my knee into the groin of the man restraining my left. A sharp cry echoed in the room as both men recoiled, caught off guard. I didn’t wait. I bolted, my feet barely touching the ground as I tore out of the house, running as fast as I could. But what if they caught me? What if this was pointless? No. I couldn't let fear stop me. I would not let them catch me. Sharp stones and gravel dug into my bare feet with each step, slicing into my skin, but I pushed forward. Pain didn’t matter. If I stopped now, it would all be over. I listened, straining to hear footsteps behind me. Nothing. No one was following. Relief crashed over me, and for the first time, a smile crept onto my face. I couldn't believe it. Escaping those two massive men had been easier than I thought. It didn’t matter anymore. I was free. Or so I thought. Just as the rush of victory filled me, something cold wrapped around my neck. A hand. Before I could react, darkness swallowed me whole. My body refused to fight it, no matter how much I struggled to stay awake. ***** I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but when I finally forced my eyes open, a soft gasp escaped my lips. “Wow…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I was lying in the most beautiful room I had ever seen. Everything was pristine, elegant, nothing like the places I had ever known. But confusion quickly set in. Why was I here? How did I get here? “No… I-I was escaping… I was so close,” I muttered under my breath, my chest tightening. “They caught me. I was so naïve to think I had a chance.” Before I could process my thoughts, a small voice outside the room caught my attention. “Daddy, should we wake her up?” I froze, my body tensing in fear. Who was that? Who were they talking about? Were they talking about me? Slowly, I pushed myself up from the bed, my bare feet meeting the cold floor. My heart pounded as I walked toward the already open door and hesitantly pushed it wider. Standing before me was a woman, probably in her late thirties, with a gentle yet unreadable expression. Beside her stood a tall man, his arm wrapped protectively around her. In front of them was a little girl, the same one whose voice I had just heard. “Mummy, she’s awake! Big sister is awake, Daddy!” the little girl exclaimed, her bright eyes filled with excitement. Big sister? Me? I blinked, stunned. They couldn’t be referring to me. I had no family. No one had ever called me that before. I was just a girl whose own parents had abandoned her. Was this a dream? I clenched my fists, willing myself to wake up, convinced that this illusion would shatter any moment. But before I could do anything, the woman took a step closer, her gaze warm yet unreadable. “Ashenfang… That’s your name, right, dear?” she asked gently, reaching for my hands. I stiffened but didn’t pull away. Instead, I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign that this wasn’t real. My mind screamed at me to pinch myself, to snap out of whatever trick my brain was playing on me. “I know you must be confused,” the woman continued, her voice calm and reassuring. “But from now on, we are your foster parents, dear.” I stiffened even more. Foster parents? I narrowed my eyes, my heart pounding in suspicion. “I don’t believe you,” I said, my voice firmer than before. “If you wanted me as your daughter, why buy me? You could’ve just asked.” I couldn’t trust them. I wouldn’t trust them. My uncle had betrayed me, why would they be any different? People only pretended to care until they got what they wanted. The woman sighed softly, exchanging a look with the man beside her. Then she turned to the little girl, who was still watching me with wide, pleading eyes. “Astrid, dear, why don’t you go to your room and play for a little while?” she said gently. The little girl hesitated, her lower lip quivering as she cast one last look at me. It was a look filled with something I wasn’t used to. Longing. It was as if she didn’t want to leave, as if she wanted me to stay. My chest tightened at the sight. Astrid nodded hesitantly, dragging her feet as she turned away. She stopped at the door, glanced back at me one last time, then disappeared down the hall. Silence filled the room. The woman turned back to me, her eyes soft yet serious. “I understand why you don’t trust us, Ashenfang. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” I clenched my fists, refusing to answer. She sighed, stepping closer, but this time, I took a step back. “I won’t force you to believe anything right now. But let me make one thing clear,” she said, her voice unwavering. “We didn’t buy you to hurt you. We saved you.” Save me? I scoffed. “Save me from what? If you knew I was in danger, why didn’t you stop them before they sold me?” I expected her to hesitate, to falter. But she didn’t. Her gaze darkened slightly, as if she was recalling something unpleasant. “Because we weren’t allowed to interfere until the deal was made. But the moment you were sold, we stepped in.” Her words confused me even more. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice laced with both suspicion and curiosity. She exchanged another glance with her husband before looking back at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.” That answer didn’t satisfy me, but before I could press further, she spoke again. “For now, you need rest. You’re safe here.” Safe? That word felt foreign. I wasn’t sure I even knew what safe meant anymore after the incident with my uncle. But as I stood there, my bare feet cold against the marble floor, I realized something. No chains. No guards. No locked doors, just bandages and my legs weren't aching. For the first time… I felt warmth. That didn’t mean I trusted them. It didn’t mean I believed them. But maybe, just maybe, I could find out the truth.