Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-63. My battle

[Xanthea]

"You threw away all the food just because I ate a freaking blueberry. As though I was contaminated, untouchable. You punished me just because I entered this dining hall. Favorite food? I have hated pancakes and blueberries ever since! I don't even know why! They feel like shards of glass in my mouth," I spoke through the gasps.

I bit down on my quivering lips to hold back my tears, but there was no use. I failed. I failed the game. I couldn't be heartless because I had a heart that had been crushed way too many times. And now all it wanted to do was bleed. "W-what are you saying, sweety-"

"Filth! Just call me what you have been calling me ever since I was born, luna!" I yelled at Meesa.

She widened her eyes, sneaking glances at Ezra and Alpha King. Panic-stricken, she tried to reason.

"Thea... I can never-"

"Oh, shut up!" I cried annoyingly.

I swept my hand across the table. One by one, the glass plates, bowls and goblets shattered on the marble, scattering the food all over the floor. Several maids flinched away, gasping and covering their mouths with their hands in shock. "You are going to throw all this away, anyway! So stop pretending. Stop pretending that you love me, that you care for me, that you know me in front of others. It's suffocating!" I grunted.

I picked up a ladle. Getting up from the chair, I handed it to Meesa.

"You are burning with rage, aren't you, mom?" I said, in a spiteful tone. "Take this and hit me like you always do. Hit me until I pass out! Then call a fucking doctor and keep me locked in my room until I heal so that no one sees my wounds. Come on, mom! Hit me all you want! And don't worry, demon lords will not interfere. They will not say a word. This has been how you have 'loved' me all my life. Show it to my husband, show it to the Alpha King! Go on! HIT ME!" "Stop it!" Meesa shut her eyes, clenching her jaws.

"Why should I?" My voice cracked. "Did you stop when I said I was hurting? Did you stop when I begged you to? No, you didn't. You, Nikolai, Nathalia, kept breaking me again and again and again as though I were an inanimate object! Twenty- three years! Twenty-three years..." my voice faltered. "But even that wasn't enough for you people. You burnt down my everything. All that was left of my mother's is gone now."

I held my head. It felt as if it was about to burst with all the veins throbbing violently in my body.

A prolonged silence hung in the dining room, charged with unease and eerie stillness.

"How dare you?" Nathalia grunted. "How dare you play the victim's card on us? You have no fucking idea what I have been through because of you. You are not the only one who has suffered. In fact, everyone, my whole family, has suffered because of you!"

"Nathalia! Shut up!" Nikolai warned, stealing a nervous glance at Ezra.

always stolen

stood facing her, looking

world because you deserve to be hated. Even though I am the official princess of this pack, I have always been in the shadow of your beauty. Always compared to how exquisite and glamorous you look, even in rugs, and no matter what jewel I put on or how expensive clothes I

as she

to my core, tremors shuddering through my

her eyes and scarred face. "You came here today to mock me, right?

dress and then

you! You don't deserve all this attention. I do! But now... I can't even show my face to anyone! You've destroyed my life. You stole my life from me!" she snarled at

wrenched myself out of her

me, followed by Nathalia's shrill scream that pierced through

"MOM!"

falling

a kid too," Ezra growled calmly. "Did you show her

the book? Don't forget to visits.org for the full experience. You won't find

as tears

I was... wrong!" she gasped between sobs, choking on her desperate words. "Please let...

Ezra, who had lifted Nathalia in the mid-air, grabbing her by her throat. Nathalia's desperate struggles were futile as her eyes bulged in terror,

not the one you should be begging for

even think twice before

It was all my fault. Not theirs. I made them hurt you. I poisoned their minds with hatred for you. I am the one to blame.

brows, I stepped

this chapter of your

hated to admit it, if Ezra burnt down these chapters of my life, there wouldn't be much left. Despite being smeared with nothing but pain, I needed these chapters of my life so that I knew exactly

I exhaled through the pain stabbing in my chest with every

roughly scrubbed

lifted her teary, terrorized, and trembling

in Nathalia's place, I will still choose to be myself. This is not some mercy I show you, or some forgiveness, because you deserve neither. None of you. But I can't become like you. That's not what my mother has taught me." I rose to my