Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 0001

"I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." -W. B. Yeats

[Xanthea Plath]

I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to my fingers that clutched the small bouquet of forget-me-not flowers.

Every flower of the bouquet was crushed and marred with blood-stains. The blue ribbon that once tied the flowers together was long lost.

The white gown, soaked by the downpour, hugged my body as if it sought to suffocate me. Inked scarlet, its hem absorbed the black tint of the ground as it glissaded over the sharp blades of overgrown grass. Today was my mother's twenty-third death anniversary and my twenty-third birthday.

I forced another step on the muddy grounds of the graveyard with my sprained leg. A thick curtain of rain obscured my already blurry vision. Streaks of rain trailed down my cracked glasses that hung loosely on my nose.

Panting and stifling my moans, I dragged myself closer and closer to my mother's grave.

Perhaps it was the tears in my eyes, or perhaps it was the rainwater tracing its way down my face. The only sensation that wasn't a struggle was feeling the coldness of the rain being absorbed against my feverish skin.

My ribs hurt with every breath.

'No matter how much of a struggle it is to breathe, you never stop breathing. Because you know the struggles are only temporary. What's permanent is life that death has not yet kissed.'

My mother's words echoed in my head. I gritted my teeth, taking a deep breath even when it hurt.

I gulped

my mother's

Freya Plath

on the white marble gravestone

didn't need much effort as I sank to my bruised knees and offered

into tears. The flood of emotions that had sustained me through the harrowing journey

she was alive, but

me. My heart filled with an unfathomable warmth and the utmost respect when I thought of her. I knew her closer than any

a friend, like a secret keeper, like an equal. Through her words, I knew her heart and now it feels as though my heart had been replaced by hers, filled with

fell in love with everything this woman was and everything she could have become

an omega, just like me. It was a world of cruel hierarchy, where the alpha commands over all the dreams of everyone in the pack Under his command, an omega wasn't allowed to dream of anything greater than their rank granted. We dwelled at the bottom of the food chain. Our value was

wings to fly high and higher were her ambitions. So high it seemed impossible for an omega to achieve in this world of power, ranks, and politics. Her wings that I broke by coming

not her dreams, her words, her ideals, I

imagine how my life would have been if she were still alive. Maybe my bones would have broken less, perhaps I would have lesser scars. Perhaps then I wouldn't be so lonely. Perhaps I'd know what love felt like. But my

I inherited my father's alpha genes. But I was grateful that I didn't.

throw me out of the palace the moment I was born,

which itself was an exceptional feat for an omega, since most couldn't afford it. They lived in either

those eighteen years of my life had broken me. But after beginning an independent life in my mother's home, I

mother worked as a