บททั้งหมดของ Mated to Three Alphas: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The chill of the morning seeped into my bones as I scrubbed the grand hall’s stone floors. My fingers were raw, knuckles aching with every stroke, but no one cared. As the lowest Omega in the pack, I was little more than a servant, and every day was the same—an endless cycle of chores and insults."Work faster, Omega." Vivian’s voice cut through the stillness like a whip. She stood over me, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. Ariel and Aria, her loyal shadows, snickered behind her.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to look up. "Yes, Vivian," I muttered, keeping my head down. It was safer that way. Vivian was the head maid and one of my biggest bully. I knew better than to offend her and her goons."Have you finished doing my chores?" She asked my with disdain.Though every maid in the palace had specific task assigned to them to do everyday, Vivian always made sure I do her own and that of her friends.She always told me that it was a privilege on my part for her to even notice m

Morning arrived with a dull, overcast sky, casting a cold light over the packhouse. I moved through the corridors, numb, the pain of last night sitting heavy in my chest. My mind replayed every moment of Alpha Damon and Damien cruel rejection.I had cried all through the night but I woke up with a resolve to let go of everything.As I passed by the Alpha’s office, I heard voices. Damon and Damian’s. My steps faltered, and I pressed myself against the wall, listening even though I knew I shouldn’t."So tell me sons, what happened last night, did you find your mate yesterday?" I heard their father ask them."Nothing happened last night," Damon’s voice was casual, almost indifferent. "No, we didn't find our mates.""None," Damian added, his tone flat, emotionless.A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I bit down on my lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. They were denying it. Denying me . The bond I had felt, the pull that had shaken me to my core—it meant nothing to t

The room was filled with tension, the type that made it hard to breathe. I stood off to the side, feeling small and insignificant as Kyle, Damon, and Damian faced off in the middle of the room.My heart pounded in my chest, the sound of it loud in my ears. Kyle’s voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with frustration."I’ve made it clear," Kyle said, his tone deadly calm, "Lyra is my mate, and I’m taking her with me."The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to suppress the unease that twisted in my stomach. The pull between Kyle and me was undeniable, but that didn’t make this any easier to understand. My legs felt weak, like they might give way any second, but I stood my ground, my gaze flicking between the three of them.Damon and Damian stood in front of me, like twin walls of stone. Their expressions were grim, muscles taut with barely contained anger."You’re not taking her," Damian said, his voice cold and sharp. He stepped forward

The first day of training was worse than I ever imagined. The cold morning air bit at my skin as I pushed myself through the drills, each movement more painful than the last. Every muscle in my body screamed for relief, but I couldn’t stop. Alpha Dominic had made it clear—I had no choice. I had to prove that I could be an Alpha’s mate, even if every fiber of my being felt like I didn’t belong."Again!" the instructor barked, his voice harsh.I gritted my teeth, forcing my bruised legs to move. Sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, but I blinked it away, trying to stay focused. My lungs burned with each breath, and the weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, but I refused to give up. Not yet.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep up with the others. They moved with precision, their bodies strong and agile. I was slow, clumsy—an easy target for ridicule."Look at her," Vivian’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cruel. She stood at the edge of the training field

Chapter NineLyra's POVThe moon cast long shadows across the abandoned training field as I focused on the boulder before me. My breath came in shallow gasps, sweat beading on my forehead as I concentrated harder than I ever had before. The stone—larger than anything I'd attempted to move—trembled, then slowly lifted an inch off the ground.I'd been practicing every night for weeks, pushing my abilities further each time. What had started with small pebbles had progressed to rocks, then larger stones, and now this. My muscles shook from the strain, but I held the boulder suspended, feeling a strange thrill of power course through my veins.I lowered it gently back to the ground, collapsing onto my knees in exhaustion. This power—whatever it was—grew stronger every day. The woman in my dream had said it came from my bloodline, but I still couldn't make sense of it all. Who was I really?Morning came too quickly, and with it, another brutal training session. My limbs felt heavy as I dra