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Liv's POV
My hand had already connected with Ryder's face before I came to my senses and the gravity of what I had done dawned on me.
The gasps that escaped the lips of the other students, and the look of disbelief on their faces, made me realize that I wasn't dreaming.
This wasn't one of those moments where I lay in my bed daydreaming about paying them back; this was really happening. My eyes met with one of the triplet who looked at me like what I just did was beyond comprehension.
And it was!
I just slapped him, not just anybody but one of the future alphas of the pack. Any rage I was feeling prior to that moment was long gone, replaced by pure dread and regret.
Without daring to look at the triplets, I dashed out of the room, fishing the map out of my pocket as I frantically tried to smooth it without tearing it apart and find my way back to the entrance.
Finding my way out was as hard as finding my way in, and with a turbulent mind, shaky legs, and teary eyes, it was even harder.
I finally found the entrance, and I bolted for it like it was my salvation, like walking through it would take back the hands of time and all this would have never happened.
The rays from the sun hit me immediately as I walked out the door, hitting me with a brightness that made me squint and frown as I scurried down the stairs, mentally cooking up a lie to tell the guards so they could drop me off at the pack.
They immediately got out of the car upon sighting me, and upon eye contact, the lies I had cooked up or was trying to cook up dissipated.
I hadn't really paid much attention to them earlier, maybe it was because I was fuming on the way and was lost in thoughts, but now that I look at them they looked terrifying.
They had this menacing aura and they were almost twice my height; they lost their glasses immediately they stepped out of the car as if they knew the kind of message—intimidation—their eyes conveyed.
"School isn't over, why are you out here?" Guard one bellowed, almost making me shrink.
"T-t-the Ryder," I stuttered as my mind was in disarray and I was visibly shaking.
"What rider?" He asked impatiently.
"N-no Ryder. He asked me to go home because I don't feel so good," I wheezed.
I was already shaken from fear, so that was the best I could do; anything other than that and I would probably go into a terrifying paralysis, which wouldn't be a bad idea now that I think about it.
Anything is better than facing the wrath of the three devils.
"I would prefer if you answered me quickly when I'm talking to you, Omega."
I blinked rapidly. "What?" Then I realized that he must have asked me a question, but I was too deep in my thoughts to hear him.
"I'm so sorry, I have a very terrible headache and the sun isn't making it better."
I steadied my hand and used it to block the direct ray before I got sunburned.
I wasn't putting on sunscreen; I didn't own any.
There was one on the table in my new room though, but I decided against using it—an action I'm beginning to regret.
"I said, but you looked just fine thirty minutes ago," he grunted.
"It's a girl thing," I said, but it only came out as a whisper, not that it was a problem for them anyway; wolves have great hearing.
My head was lowered, but I could feel his eyes drilling holes into my skull. He was probably wondering why the Alpha and his sons were interested in someone like me, an Omega.
He signaled to the driver, who nodded and pressed a button in the car, unlocking the doors as the guard held out the door, and I entered.
He followed suit, and I was in the middle again, sandwiched between two muscular men, but that again was the very least of my problems.
I slapped Ryder!
! What was I thinking?
Did I somehow forget that he is a future Alpha?
! One of the most respected personnel in the pack.
Mate or no mate, I know I'm going to get punished.
There's no way they would let this slide after I humiliated them publicly in front of students who revered and feared them.
This is it, this is the end for me.
There's nothing holding them back from killing me now, I'm sure of it.
Max is going to enjoy every moment of the torture they're going to put me through before finally killing me.
The ride back to the pack was very long for me, even though it was just 35 minutes. It felt way longer. I thanked the driver and the guards, who paid no attention to me, and I hurried down to the mansion.
Not to sleep or relax or anything, but to take my things back to the staff quarters because I know after what transpired today, living here was out of the question, if living was even an option for me anymore.
I didn't have many things, so it wasn't that hard to find my stuff.
In the heat of trying to quickly gather my belongings, I tripped and gasped as my kneecap connected to the edge of the bed, sending me to the floor and grazing my elbow in the process.
Tch, double homicide.
I sighed.
With teary eyes, I crossed my legs, my hand massaging my knee, and I just burst into tears.
And no, I wasn't crying because of the pain.
Oh no, I had experienced worse at the hands of the three devils—well, two devils 'cause Callum barely touched me.
I was crying because this was a different kind of pain, a wound that lingered—a chronic wound. I was so tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
I was so tired of being treated like this, so tired of constantly living in fear. It's not my fault I was born an Omega. That doesn't make me less wolf—right?
For someone who was in a hurry less than a minute ago, I just sat still and wept. I cried and let it all out.
That went on for a good three minutes, after which I stood up, wiped my face with my shirt, grabbed my remaining stuff, and headed down to the staff quarters.
The plan was to sneak back in without alerting the other maids or Mrs. Yvonne, especially, so I tiptoed into the staff quarters and went straight to my room.
But the door was locked.
I sighed in frustration and went straight to Mrs. Yvonne's office—so much for trying to avoid her.
I didn't even bother to knock; I was too tired to even care at this point.
She looked up from her desk, and when her eyes landed on me, her lips curled in a sneer as she looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression and narrowed eyes.
A reaction I expected because I wasn't supposed to be back here. I lowered my head.
"Mrs. Yvonne, please, I need the keys to my room," I gathered courage and spoke up.
She removed her glasses and set them down. "I thought I told you not to come back here?"
I looked up at her, and she was squinting at me. Why did she take off her glasses if her sight was so poor? Was I really that repulsive to her that she'd choose a few minutes of blindness?
"I don't want to stay in the mansion anymore. I promise I'll do twice the work if you take me back here."
She sucked her teeth.
"And what part of the triplets' orders do you not understand? For some reason, they want you in the mansion. Be grateful for once in your pathetic life and stop whining!"
"Mrs. Yvonne, please, I beg you. I won't cause any nuisance—y-you wouldn't even know I'm here." I pointed to my bag.
"I already brought my stuff."
"I see that," she said, which, as serious as things were, sounded very funny to me.
Like, I know you can't see shit right now, ma.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing, Mrs. Yvonne. Can I have my keys now?"
She picked up her glasses and wore them back. "You've only been in the mansion for a day, and you seem to have forgotten your place, Omega."
"No, Mrs. Yvonne—"
"You speak when I tell you to," she thundered, sending jolts of fear down my spine.
I gave up trying to convince her because her mind was made, and she couldn't disobey the triplets anyway.
I expected her to say something else, but she proceeded to ignore me, and I was left standing there with my thoughts, contemplating what to do next when I heard the sound of people moving frantically outside, objects being kicked, and yelling.
I stepped out of Mrs. Yvonne's office, and I saw three of the maids moving erratically, their faces contorted with fear, eyes popping as one of them shouted, "The triplets are coming!"
The fear in them seemed to spread as the rest of the maids scrambled to put things in order, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach.
"They've never been here. What do they want?" Another maid asked with a quavering voice.
I began to shake so violently I felt like I was convulsing. The triplets weren't here for the maids or Mrs. Yvonne. They're here for me—my death is near.
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