All Chapters of MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Melissa. I was still dangling helplessly from the door, wrists bound, my forehead pressed against the wood, when the handle jerked violently from the other side.Before I could even gasp, the door slammed inward, ripping my weight forward and then shoving me backward with brutal force. My body snapped away from the door and crashed into the wall behind with a sickening smack.A sharp scream tore from my throat.“Arrrrrrrrghhhh!”Pain exploded across my back, fresh fire lighting up already open wounds. I felt every lash reawaken, felt skin stretch and burn as if the belt was striking me all over again. My knees nearly gave way, but the binding on my wrists kept me suspended, forced upright through sheer agony.For a few heartbeats, the world blurred into white noise. Nothing existed but pain, searing, pulsing, wrapping around my ribs and spine. I couldn’t breathe properly, couldn’t think beyond the throbbing that rolled through me in relentless waves.Only when the worst of it ebbed,

MELISSA.The guards grabbed me roughly before I could even gather what little strength remained in my limbs. Their hands were firm, unyielding, and unforgiving as they yanked my arms behind my back. Cold metal scraped my skin, and then the chains clinked sharply, loud in the silence, biting into my wrists like angry teeth.I tried to flinch away, but my body felt like it belonged to someone else, heavy, numb, and trembling. They hauled me toward the bed like I weighed nothing, and with one hard shove, forced me down. I bounced slightly against the worn mattress, but still no pain registered. I watched the chains as they looped the ends to the bedpost, making sure I wouldn’t be able to lift my hands, let alone run.My wrists throbbed with every heartbeat, but inside, I felt like an empty shell, pain didn’t come, tears didn’t come, just confusion, thick, heavy, suffocating.Amelia loves the Alpha triplets. Everyone knows that. She would throw herself into a raging river for just one of

Melissa. The window was finally pulled open with a sharp, splintering crack, the sound slicing through the thick silence of the room. I heard it clearly, felt it, even, but I kept my eyes shut, lashes pressed tightly together as if that alone could make whatever was happening disappear.Instinct screamed at me to shout. To call for the guards. To fight, to struggle, to cling to life no matter what. Survival has always been my only rule. But another feeling crept in, heavier, duller, weighing down my chest until breathing itself felt exhausting. I was so tired. Tired of fear. Tired of pain. Tired of begging for mercy that never came.If death stood at the window, then so be it. I would rather die by a stranger’s hand than wake tomorrow as the forced bride of the Alpha triplets.A soft touch brushed against my arm.I flinched, my body going rigid, every muscle tensing for pain, but it never came. The hand was gentle. Careful. Almost hesitant. Still, I didn’t open my eyes. I waited, hea

CYPRIL.I pushed the door open without hesitation, the hinges creaking softly as the room came into view. The first thing I saw was Melissa.She lay weakly on the bed, her body unnaturally still, chains wrapped tightly around her wrists and fastened to the bedframe. Her face looked pale, almost lifeless, lashes resting against her cheeks as though she were already halfway gone.What struck me most, what unsettled me deeply, was my wolf. He didn’t stir, didn’t snarl, nor did he react.The bond should have screamed at the sight of her like this, but there was nothing. Just silence. And that alone made my chest tighten in confusion.My gaze drifted away from her and swept across the room.It was a mess.The curtains were torn loose, furniture displaced as though a struggle had taken place. Shards of glass glittered across the floor where the window had been shattered, moonlight spilling in through the broken frame. The door bore deep scratches, long and uneven, as if someone had clawed a

MELISSA.I kept running, my feet pounding hard against the cold stone floor as I forced myself not to look back. Looking back meant hesitation, and hesitation could cost me everything. My hands shook as I pulled the black scarf tighter around my head, wrapping it securely, hiding my face as best as I could. Each breath burned my chest, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t.The entrance was in sight.Hope flared inside me, brief, fragile, desperate.Just a little more. Just a few more steps.Then it happened.The sharp clang of metal tore through the air, followed by the deep, echoing ring of the alarm bell. Once. Twice. Three times. The sound vibrated through the entire pack grounds, loud and unmistakable.My heart dropped straight to my stomach.Three rings.That wasn’t just an alarm. That was a command.The Alphas.It meant something had gone terribly wrong. It meant the gates would be sealed immediately. No one in. No one out.“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath, panic flooding m