Bonded to Her Triple Alphas

a’s

f a pain in my neck as I ruffle on a strang

tled into the room, beaming in heat, caus

ain reels back to wh

ls off the bed. It is as though time stopped for a second, ensuri

t up, my eyes wander around the roo

fancy, seeming like that of a dormitor

that my eyes can scan, the hair at the back of my

as a figure walks in but when I see that it

to ask her where I am, she behaves like I am non

ene containing a dress on the bed. Then, she walks over to another door inside the room, which

eyes land on me, and she speaks. “Do I hav

hough I am something to be irritated of, or unworthy o

in of my hands. “I don’t understand

u. I’ve told you. Asking questions would only lead you to an early de

rly d

She’s obviously telling me that whether I

ut a few words, partly swallowing a lump in my throa

h she rolls her eyes and beckons m

ly as possible, you can accept your fate, would things be a little less painful for you.” She pauses to check the water in the tub. “It’s wa

uestion. As well, I’m trying my best to grasp every words, so I can learn m

g it next to the tub, I turn my back for Melissa to unz

a.” I say, and she

safe if we

a bit of comfort. Even though I know she doesn’t like me at a

y body, I ask. “Ma

r tone is cold, d

me, so I proceed. “Why isn

do you

d many more, why isn’t anyone trying to escape them? I pla

n me. My eyes follow her walk and whe

re she’s picked out the go

the air. Through the reflectio

the triplets? Tell me.” Interrogates Meliss

out the deaths of my father and my brother.

ll someone t

ead as my

e so much you’d wish something far greater than death could grab you, but do you want to know what’s worse?” As Melissa speaks, my stoma

ever live in the thoughts of blaming yourself for the deaths.” H

d just now. Her lips are pressed into a thin line before she tells

done to deserve such

veryone else, and we’d be happy for the little that we have. And I could have envision a perfect life fro

ant to live with

My work is done here.” Melissa tell

me strands left to stroke down the left side of my forehead. And down my clea

stered onto the skin of my face, and I love it, except this

heel, finishing the look, but my

ce door opens for the allowance of another ma

he other maids spoke trav

low me. Of course, she resisted, but when I begged, she accepted with a hu

ands of thoughts scrambling aro