The Alpha and The Assassin

Chapter 15

**Third Person**

"No, please. Please. Stop it, please. Don't, no. No, no. Oh goddess please don't, please stop. Please no, no. No, no." A loud scream echoes around the room, shaking the glasses on the table from the pitch. Tears stream endlessly down the cheeks of the small girl tied to the chair in the center of the room. Sickening sounds of skin tearing floats through the room as the glass digs through the skin of the poor girl. Her once white hair now matted and red. Her frail body thrashes around violently in the chair, struggling desperately to get free. Her begs and pleads whimper out of her torn lips to no avail. A deep chuckle from her tormentor fills her ears as he pats her thigh softly before resuming his work of slicing through her delicate skin. Her salty tears stream down her face into the newly formed wounds, adding to the already excruciating pain.

The captor sits back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he takes in his work. He leans into the small bag off to the side, grabbing out a small spool of thread with a needle already attached. Her small head shakes weakly as she pushes against the chair in an effort to get away. She lets out a pain filled whimper as the needle pushes into her skin roughly. Her body starts to go limp from the pain overtaking her small form. The captor clicks his tongue, holding her head up firmly with one hand to force her to look at him.

"When I'm finished with you, that pretty little sister of yours is going to be next. After all, twins need to look the same. And don't worry my darling. No one will bother to stop me. Now! Let's get started on the next side," the captor states eagerly as he leans over to get to work on the other side of her face. The girl's body freezes as she registers his words before her eyes shoot up to the sky, a silent prayer going out to the Moon Goddess to protect her sister. She can only hope the Moon Goddess listens.

**Emmet**

I hum softly to myself as I twirl around the kitchen mindlessly. Muscle memory taking over my body to prepare food as my mind drifts elsewhere. It's been two weeks since finding out about the triplets. I glance up, huffing at the Moon Goddess's twisted sense of humor. One baby so early would have been plenty hard enough you know. A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts before I hear a scuffle outside the door. I set my utensils down before turning to move towards the front door to see who was there. I wait by the door for a moment, listening to see if I could get any indication as to who was out there only to be met with silence. Hm.

I slowly pull the door open to look out into the fading light. The door is barely open before the stench of blood fills my senses, instantly making me nauseous. There is a lot of blood. My eyes glance down at the source of the smell, only to have my own blood freeze. A strangled scream slips past my lips as I grip onto the door for support.

"Hayden," I whimper out, knowing he will hear me. Almost instantly he is by my side, pulling my body into his as he yells out orders for the pack doctors to arrive. My eyes remain focused on the scene in front of me. Ren's frail body is laying amidst a pool of blood on the front porch, her face mangled and marred with cuts and stitches. The Chelsea smile decorating her once perfect skin angry and bruised. Her breathing is as shallow and low as her heartbeat. My poor sister. What happened to her?

The pack doctors file into the room, instantly making their way to Ren. Hayden turns my face into his neck, hiding me from the scene before us as they gently carry Ren away on a board. Murmurs floating between the doctors as they attempted to stabilize Ren while transporting her to the hospital at the same time.

"She'll be okay. She will," Hayden mumbled into my hair as he pulled me further into his body for his comfort as much as mine.

"Who would even do something like that? Why would they do something like that," I mumbled out helplessly as images of my sister flashed through my head again. Poor Ren.

"I don't know my love, but I promise you we will find out. Let's get Red out here. He needs to know about this," he mumbles as he turns to tug me towards his office.