THE ALPHAS PROTECTIVE BROTHERS

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

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"You've satisfied me. Be a good girl, and don't make me mad." Alpha walked out of the room.

I turned my attention to the vent. It was still dark, indicating that the sun had not yet risen. Without wall clocks or cell phones, I'm like a primitive person who relies on sunlight to tell the time.

"Cold." I wrapped myself in a blanket. "Is winter coming soon?" I muttered.

I don't know how long I've been in this room. Seems like more than a year because yesterday was a new year. I watched the beautiful fireworks on television.

Through the vents, I also saw fireworks. The fireworks seemed so far away that I gave up, hoping to escape this room.

I'm sick of always being in my room, even though there is a television, and this room is so big that I can switch bodies with my wolf.

"Bored." I threw a pillow at the television that was showing a comedy show. "Everyone laughed, but I didn't. It wasn't fair!"

I threw pillows or combs dozens of times to express my frustration. But I hope the television is not damaged because the television's sound has kept this room from being quiet, and I wait for news about my dad or big brother, who is looking for my whereabouts.

I sat and straightened my legs. I let out a long breath, and my eyes fell on the advertisement on television.

"I want to wear that dress." My index finger pointed at the television. That woman makes me jealous; she wears a shirt and pants. Oh, she's also wearing high heels.

I want to wear something other than a nightgown. In the closet, there are only dozens of red nightgowns. Alpha didn't even give me sandals; I was barefoot.

The Alpha who locked me up is insane. He is only concerned with his lust. He appeared at night, his eyes filled with lust, which tormented him and turned him into a vicious man.

He really is crazy.

Every day I thought of how to strangle his neck, but I didn't dare to do it.

I'm weak and cowardly.

'No. You are not weak and cowardly. I'm the weak one. If I had been strong, we would have been out of this damn room a long time ago.' My wolf is sorry and sad. We couldn't comfort each other.

'If I kill that crazy Alpha...” I raised my head and stared at the ceiling. My mind wandered. Daydreaming, talking to my wolf, and meditation were activities I did every day.

'That's not a good choice. I told you, if you kill that bastard, the warriors standing at the door of this room will kill you. You will die.' My wolf sighed heavily through her mouth.

I closed my eyes. Ilona is right. I would rather kill myself than be killed. I've rummaged through this room and can't find anything sharp or rope.

Is that crazy Alpha going to torture me until I meet the grim reaper?

"Excuse me, Miss Red. Today is your time for a medical check-up." The soft sound and knock on the door startled me.

"That annoying woman," I muttered in annoyance. My name isn't Red! I don't like Alpha changing my name.

The door was opened by the warrior guarding the room. The woman with red hair and glasses approached me. She smiled broadly.

"How are you?"

I ignore it. That woman was a doctor and a subordinate of that crazy Alpha. She was ordered to check my health and ensure I took my medicine.

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