All Chapters of FATED TO THREE RUTHLESS ALPHAS. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Kayla.“Move!” A guard commanded.The command cracked through the air a second before the rod did.The impact landed across my back with a sharp, merciless snap.Pain exploded outward, hot and vicious, tearing through skin and muscle as though the flesh there had been peeled open. My breath hitched. For a moment, my vision blurred into streaks of white and red. The world tilted.But I didn’t fall.I couldn’t.Another jerk came from the chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, dragging me forward before my knees had the chance to buckle. The metal links scraped against each other with a cruel, grinding sound, and the rough edges bit deeper into my skin. I tasted iron at the back of my throat, blood, though I didn’t know if it was from my lip or the wounds carving into my hands.My feet stumbled over uneven ground. Gravel pressed through the thin soles of my shoes. Every step sent a tremor up my spine, straight into the welt forming across my back.“Pathetic human, you are testing my pa

Kayla.We were all packed into the same room like sardines.There was barely space to stretch our legs without brushing against someone else. The air was thick, stale with sweat, fear, and the metallic scent of the chains still clinging to some of our wrists. The walls were cold stone, towering and indifferent, trapping in every shaky breath and muffled sob.No one spoke much anymore.We were waiting.Waiting for whatever came next.Waiting for judgment.Waiting for the next phase of our lives to begin, whether that meant servitude, suffering… or death.Hours passed slowly, painfully. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, twisting it into tight knots. My throat felt dry, my head light, but I forced myself to sit upright, alert. Weakness was not an option.Then the door creaked open.The sound sliced through the silence like a blade.A guard stepped in without expression and, without a word, tossed a few pieces of bread onto the dirty floor. They scattered unevenly, landing in corners, near fee

Kayla.We arrived in a spacious open garden.The sudden openness after days of confinement made my lungs expand painfully. The sky stretched above us, wide and mercilessly bright. The ground beneath my feet was firm, flattened earth, scarred in places, as though countless battles had been fought there.It looked less like a garden and more like a training ground.Weapons racks lined one side. Wooden posts stood upright at intervals. The air carried a faint metallic scent, mixed with sweat and something feral that clung to this place like an invisible fog.We were arranged quickly into a single line.Shoulder to shoulder.Silent.Our bodies faced the opposite side of the garden, where something waited.Three thrones stood elevated on a stone platform.They glittered under the sunlight.Dark wood carved intricately with symbols I did not recognize. The armrests curved like claws. The backs were tall and imposing, designed not for comfort, but for dominance.Power radiated from that plat