In Between The Three Alphas

It was the sound of the sustained knock against the wooden door that pulled me apart from the quilt that had kept me busy through the early hours of the morning. For a moment, I was weighed down by indecisiveness. I knew the moment I unlocked that door, I would be engulfed in the hands of the outside world. Not that I did not love the world beyond the walls of my little cottage; I did, but in it held the people who despised me. ”Inez!” I hissed at the voice behind the knock, as I placed my feet on the cold floor, calmly approaching the door. “Inez, would you hurry up, we would be late!” At the sound of the aggressive tone, I twisted the knob. A sharp pull followed through and my long-time friend, Agnes greeted me with furrowed brows. “You are not even dressed.” Agnes brushed past her, heading straight for the tiny wardrobe suited at the corner of the bed. “Was I supposed to be? We are not expected to be at the pack house till eight.” I rolled my eyes. Agnes’ aura reeked of par

Again, the crowd in the hall erupted in loud chattering and pandemonium. I would have thought this was all a big joke if not that I felt the same warmth spread that consumed my entire being from their touch, and I was left as confused as everyone else in the room. What crazy trick was the moon goddess playing on me today? I stood transfixed in the spot, my eyes never leaving Alpha Phineas. I had Heard a lot about this alpha. He was known as the "Fun Loving Alpha." He was a towering figure, standing at 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had chiseled features, with a strong jawline and piercing grey eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. His hair was a rich, golden blond, styled in messy spikes that gave him a carefree and devil-may-care appearance.Despite his tough exterior, he wore a permanent smirk on his face, giving off an aura of confidence and playfulness. A mischievous glint never left his eyes, as if he was always up to something fun and exciting, even th

The only thing that kept me awake was the dirty water dizzily from the wooden ceiling. The cold was becoming unbearable and there is nothing I could do. My flimsy clothes wouldn't even get my body warm.I shouldn’t have followed Agnes no matter what she had said.I sat back down, my eyes lurking around the dark hallway, hoping to hear a footstep. But again, there wasn’t anything that I can do to get myself out.Alpha Lance made his decision to keep me here and I am sure the two other Alphas will support him. Birds of the same feathers flock together.I bit my inner lips, as I shiver. The damn place should be warm at least. “Fuck.” I cursed, pushing my fingers into my ginger hair.I had put it up in a ponytail with the help of Agnes and now, I find it very much comfortable. With a swift hand movement, I got the band holding the hair together and threw it across the room. It wouldn’t be of use anymore. If only my father is around, then I wouldn’t have been in this tight situation. Or

My eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the small window high up in the wall. As my vision clears, I realize that I am not alone. I am chained to the wall, my wrists secured by a heavy, rusted iron chain that seems to be fused into the wall itself. I tug at the chain, but it is unyielding, as if it has become a part of me.I try to remember how I got here, but my memories are hazy. Then it all came rushing back to me, the party, the seer, Alpha Lance accusing me for everything and ordering the guards to lock me up.As I look down at my wrists, I notice the chain that binds me. It is unlike any chain I have ever seen before. It is as thick as my thumb and made of a strange, shimmering metal that seems to shift in the dim light. It is not rusted like the rest of the dungeon, but instead, it glows with an otherworldly sheen.I can feel its weight pulling at my wrists, and I can't help but wonder what sort of magic has been woven into this chain. It is as if it has a life of its

INEZ'S POV.As I slowly opened my eyes, my heart racing with confusion and fear, I couldn't help but notice that I was no longer in the dungeon. The first thing that caught my eye was the room's stark white walls, almost blinding in their cleanliness. The floor was a polished marble that shone like a mirror, reflecting the bright overhead lights. There was a large window on one wall that allowed the sunlight to stream in, and the curtains were drawn aside, letting me see the outside world.The room itself was much larger than any of the cells I had been kept in before. There was a large bed in the center, with crisp white sheets that seemed to have been ironed to perfection. A small nightstand was next to the bed, with a vase of freshly cut flowers sitting on top. Across from the bed was a row of cabinets and shelves, all of which were filled with medical supplies, neatly arranged and labeled.There was a single door leading out of the room, and it was made of a heavy, dark wood th