Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Amara's POV
I opened my eyes, feeling dazed and confused.
I… didn’t die?
Then where was that strong smell of blood coming from?
I looked down at myself, realizing I was perfectly fine, aside from a few bruises.
“Santiago, you’re overdoing it,” Alex’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned toward him, only to see fresh blood dripping from his palm.
I don’t need anyone to tell me he had hit himself against the wall.
Beast.
He was a beast, and no one can convince me otherwise.
I shivered silently as I watched his palm continue to bleed. He didn’t even flinch. If I wasn’t staring at the blood dripping from his hand, I would have thought he wasn’t hurt at all.
I don’t know what’s going to happen today.
I don’t even know why fate keeps delaying my death, but I’m tired.
Tired of being anxious. Tired of Santiago’s constant anger. I wanted to scream or cry, but what’s the point?
All I could do was wait, again.
Wait to see what he would do this time. Kill me? Tear me apart? Make me suffer to my death? I didn’t even know anymore.
Just when my mind felt numb and my trembling body couldn’t take it anymore, I heard a faint knock.
It was soft at first, then grew louder.
Knock. Knock.
That sound somehow brought life back into my lifeless body.
“Come in,” one of the Alphas said.
With a little spark of hope, I turned toward the door, only to see the same man who had welcomed me earlier. The same man who had whispered to the Alphas about me being a divorcee.
The hope in me instantly died. I thought it was a savior, but of course not. What was I even thinking? This was the Alphas’ territory, there were no saviors here.
“What’s the matter?” Santiago asked coldly.
“Alpha Aphia is still at the hall,” the man said.
At the mention of Aphia’s name, my expression darkened.
“And what’s our fucking business with that?” Santiago snapped.
“Let not do this Santiago.” Alex shrugged and turn to say to me. “Follow me to the hall.”
I sighed. Although I didn't wish to see Aphia anymore, it was better than standing with the devil.
I blink my tired eyes feeling so mentally and physically exhausted but do I have a choice? I can't just say I don't want to see Aphia neither do I want to see them.
Leaving with Alex, I didn’t need to look back to know the others were right behind us.
Just before we reached the hall, a wave of dizziness hit me. My head started spinning, and I grabbed the stair rail to steady myself against the unbearable headache.
“What’s wrong?” a worried voice asked. I recognized it instantly, it was Maximus. I wanted to respond, but the words wouldn’t come out.
Everything around me blurred, and before I could make sense of anything, the dizziness overtook me. The last thing I felt was falling into someone’s arms.
“Are you awake?”
My eyes were still closed when an unfamiliar voice reached my ears. Confused, I tried to open them. Slowly, my vision cleared, and I saw a nurse standing beside me with a gentle, reassuring smile.
I glanced around. This didn’t look like a hospital. So why was there a nurse here? Then the faint scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and the heaviness in my body reminded me that she was probably here because of me.
Oh, right, I remembered feeling dizzy and passing out earlier. But who caught me before I fell? I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it being one of the Alphas. It had to be the other man who was with them.
“Yes, that must be it,” I told myself, trying to believe it.
The nurse, unaware of my thoughts, focused on me instead. “Are you feeling better now?” she asked kindly.
I looked at her and nodded. “Yes, a little. I still have a slight headache,” I admitted honestly.
Her worried expression finally softened. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You just fainted from stress,” she said gently.
I gave a faint, bitter smile. Even without her saying it, I knew the truth. It wasn’t just stress, it was also the aftermath of the physical assault she chose not to mention, probably out of fear of the men.
“Thank you,” I murmured softly, turning to the other side. “You can go now. I just need some rest.” My voice came out hoarse and tired.
I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this, broken, miserable. Pity was the last thing I wanted. Thankfully, she understood and didn’t insist on staying.
Alright, I’ll leave you to rest,” she said softly before closing the door behind her.
When the room grew quiet, I knew she was gone. I slowly turned and stared up at the ceiling, feeling an emptiness in my chest. My life had become so miserable.
A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I didn’t want to cry, but holding it in was impossible.
Everything felt so unfair. In just one day, I had been hurt, humiliated, and made to feel worthless. My whole world had fallen apart. I used to think I had control over my life, but now I realized I was wrong.
I was a prisoner now, trapped under the power of those three men.
Even though I never wanted this, I had no choice but to adapt. I had to learn to live with them, those terrifying men who now ruled my life. Even if I wanted to resist, my words would mean nothing.
I was completely powerless.
If obedience was what they demanded, then I would obey. If silence and fear were my only shields, then I would wear them. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to.
With that painful thought, I slowly closed my eyes. After what felt like an eternity, sleep finally claimed me.
I slept for sixteen long hours and didn’t wake until the afternoon of the next day.
