Triple Alpha's Threat

Ch. 35 - My Life in Hell

Kiera POV

I was escorted to my new home, or at least that is how Evie worded it. I saw it as my final resting place.

I entered a vast circular chamber, its walls adorned in soft blush hues and crisp whites, creating an atmosphere of delicate elegance. Numerous doors encircled the space, each one a potential pathway to an unknown destination. The room's charm was further accentuated by a plethora of plants gracefully suspended from the ceiling, their tendrils cascading down, adding a touch of natural beauty to the peaceful but gloomy setting.

"That door is your new room. Most of the others are asleep. Try to be quiet." Evie informed me, her index finger pointing towards a pristine white portal.

"Others?" I questioned.

"Those in service to Alpha Chase."

"Right!" I chuckled.

Disgust clung to the edges of my consciousness. I lacked the energy to delve into the sickening machinations Chase inflicted on these unfortunate women. Shuffling towards my newfound refuge, I swung the door shut with a resounding thud.

Muffled curses from Evie followed, labeling me a 'bitch.' A sardonic smile played on my lips; I indulged in petty satisfaction, though there wasn't much left that truly stirred my concern.

A petite twin size bed laid in the middle of the room with delicate sheer fabric cascaded from the ceiling. The bed was adorned with white sheets like it were designed for a princess. The room itself breathed in soft hues, walls painted a gentle shade of light purple, casting a soothing spell upon the space.

A generously sized window graced one side of the room, allowing the moonlight to filter through sheer curtains, but the outside world held little appeal in my wearied state.

Too tired to change from the dress Evie gave me, I surrendered to the embrace of the pristine bed. Exhaustion pulled me into a deep sleep, where dreams and reality danced on the fringes of consciousness, blending into an ethereal tapestry of reprieve.

My body was beyond sore, my face swollen and long claw marks etched into my body. For a long while my mind spun in memories. Me, a little girl, eyes bright purple on a small porcelain face. My former Alpha with his young son at his side, trying to soothe my crying.

Then flashes of Devon mixed into my childhood. The day he married Tracy, him standing as best man at my wedding, then his heart being ripped from his chest. I could see myself screaming in agony, red splashing across my vision as I ruthlessly attacked the man that I killed.

For a brief moment in the woods I felt Athena completely. She was behind me, pushing me, strengthening me. I missed her beyond words and would give anything to hear her tell me to stop crying.

As I stirred from sleep, I couldn't gauge how much time had passed, but the physical pain in my body had eased. Lying in bed for over an hour, I grappled with the same despair that had clung to me since the moment I spotted that redhead at my bonfire. It felt like an eternity since my world crumbled, but the truth was, my life had unraveled long before that devastating moment.

Laughter spilled through the air outside my door, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of musk and oranges. I recognized that fragrance, it both excited and angered me.

Sitting up, I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to quiet the crippling waves of depression that threatened to consume my mind.

Swinging the door open, I braced myself for whatever hell today had in store. I was alive, or at least some twisted version of it. I still had no access to Athena, a husband who not only betrayed me but sought to imprison me, and the agony of watching my best friend die right after I told him he was never my friend at all. My eyes were open, my feet moving in this chaotic mess of it all; I supposed that counted for something.