All Chapters of The Traitor's Daughter: Elena's Redemption : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Elena I awoke to the relentless assault of sunlight on my face. Grumbling, I sat up and threw off the blanket that had cocooned me through the night. My eyes widened as they locked onto the watch by my bedside.Oh no...I was five minutes late.Shit! Shit! Shit!Five minutes might as well be fifteen thousand chances for them to tear me apart.Gasping aloud, I sprang into action, racing against the unforgiving clock—I scrubbed my teeth, combed my hair, and braided it with the speed of a hurricane, daring not to opt for a ponytail.I never wore my hair in a ponytail, not after the last time. The pack's slut, who inexplicably envied me despite considering me the ugliest being alive, had taken a pair of scissors to my hair. I cherished my hair, and seeing her snip away hurt, but I had no voice to protest. In this pack, I was nothing more than a servant, and while it hadn't always been that way, the past was now an irretrievable fairytale, forever shattered.I shook away the thoughts, let

ElenaWith piercing dark brown eyes and striking jet-black hair, it was as though the universe had conspired to grace the triplets with this shared, hypnotic feature. Beyond their matching gaze and hair, each of them possessed a unique magnetism of their own. Magnetism mixed with cruelty—a deadly combination, I knew in my heart, was capable of killing me a thousand times more than they already had.As I served the members along with them, I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at them.Alex, the middle triplet, was tall and lean, with dark hair perfectly coiffed, a striking contrast against his light olive skin. He had a sharp nose, perfect brows, cheekbones, and lips that always seemed somewhat swollen but plump. He usually wore nothing but simple colored shirts rolled up to his elbows, showing off his mesmerizing tattoos that traveled upwards to his biceps and spread across his chest. He was the calmest one; being the middle suited him. But that didn't mean those beautiful feature

ElenaAmid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange.Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.With deliberate, languid steps, I ventured towards that room, my haven. The door creaked open suddenly, and I jumped in surprise, wind whipping through the room, tousling my hair.Inside the room, two figures emerged from the recesses of my memories, my younger self and my father. The sight of them took my breath away.In surprise, I watched my child self play with my father. A surreal feeling washed over me—one that I hadn't felt in years.I had

AlexWe stayed put outside the room, holding our breaths, waiting for Elena to regain consciousness. None of us dared to voice it aloud, but we all knew we chose to linger outside to spare her the shock of waking up to our faces. She'd probably hate to see us, especially after what went down today.When Jake bolted to the pack hospital, cradling Elena who was out cold, not a second passed before we all trailed behind. Her once flawless honeyed skin now marred by burns and marks haunted our thoughts. We'd attempted to diffuse the tension earlier knowing full well of Alice's envy towards Elena. But by the time we arrived, the damage was done...It must have been agonizing for her, wouldn't it? Did she deserve any of it? Maybe not... or maybe yes?If only we hadn't given those girls we played around with the audacity to insult Elena, perhaps this whole mess could've been avoided.I felt guilty, and I couldn't speak for my brothers, but the drained color from their faces spoke volumes of