Chapter 3: Sophia P.O.V
Before I realized what had happened I had stepped in front of Emma before dad could finally crack the whip down on her innocence. The spiked whip wrapped around my torso and sliced my skin open, while the leather burned my skin and nerves. I whimpered and screamed from the pain, blood dripped on the floor while Oliver finally was able to move towards the kitchen, towards the human weapons, “Get away from the girls.” He ordered, using his Beta command. I watched our parents try their hardest to fight the command. Dad pulled the whip from my body, eager to slash up my body until no part of me remained scar free.
A dark chuckle escaped through my father’s mouth, it made my body shiver while he circled around my brother and I. A dark smirk covered his face, it marked his hatred towards us, the permanent scar he could never erase. He ran a hand through his hair, “You are all curses to my bloodline and I will make you remember that.” He said, smiling darkly and setting down the whip. I finally let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Maybe he would give up? I turned in the direction of my whimpering baby sister and untied the ropes while my brother remained the focus. Her tiny form wrapped around my bleeding body, her tiny wrist marked from the poisonous ropes.
I turned around to see my mother handing our father an even scarier looking whip, it send my body and wolf cowering from the possible torture. The whip didn’t just have tiny bumps on it, no this one had silver thorns encased throughout the entirety of the whip.
“No.” I whispered, covering my mouth while our father looked through the three of us, trying his hardest to figure out who he would kill with that device.
‘Please, stop.” I begged. I wanted to live. I wanted Oliver to live and be the Beta that he was always supposed to be. I wanted Emmy to grow up and find her mate. I should know better than to hope and pray that to reason with either of them at this point.
He clicked his tongue, “Oh Rory. You know better than to beg for mercy. Your weak. You always have been a weak little thing.” Father spat out in his venomous tone, his smirk changed into a feature of disgust.His venomous tone making me shake at his newest form of punishment.
The whip cracked while he tested out the weight in his hand, the three of us jumped in fear while he just chuckled. I looked at my mom one more time, “Mom just do something!” I screamed.
He raised the whip high in the air, I watched while he forced it in the direction of my sister, “I’m sorry Oli.” I whispered through the mindlink while my body sprung in front of Emmy while the whip latched around my bleeding torso, shredding my skin and breaking my organs free of my body. My blood covers the floor of my childhood home. I screamed as my body hit the floor and the whip was pulled away from my body. The howling of our Alpha’s could be heard in the distance when Oliver finally lost control while I lost consciousness. Fighting my hardest to stay awake in the chaos of my sister’s cries and my mother’s screams.
The crunching of bones could be heard against the buzzing of the high from loss of blood, a body dropped to the floor. Oliver broke our father’s neck before he pulled his dark wretched heart out of his body before dropping it on the floor, my mother was next. I could feel the moment the connection dropped from the pack link, “Please.” she begged. Our mother begged as the table’s were finally turned. What about me? What about the millions of times I have begged for any form of mercy while she turned her head away form us or actually caused the torture. Silent tears shed at all the events that she would miss in our lives.
“Emmy.” I whispered, her sweet eyes focused on me.
“Don't look sweet girl.” I whispered, forcing her against my chest with my remaining strength.
She’s still our mother. She’s still the woman that brought us into this world and the women that nursed us. I heard the snapping of bones as her body hit the floor and I finally closed my eyes. The peace of their death rolling over me and bringing a peace of calm I could have only dreamed of.Three synchronous voice’s of heaven could be heard,sending my body into a mess of emotions as their footsteps continued to come closer. Their voices sent goosebumps over my body, “Is everybody okay?” The angelic voice asked. One was much deeper, huskier as the Alpha aura filled the room. My wolf purred.
My brother’s sobs broke through the tension in the room, “Get her out, please.” I begged to the new hot voices. She didn’t need to watch me die. Silent hot tears fell down my puffy cheeks.
My brother picked himself off the floor, “Alpha’s my sister, please.” he whispered, his voice weak and scared. I could hear my brother’s heart breaking while the three loud steps of their bodies filled every single echo in this empty massacre of a house. The first one had freezing cold hands with calluses on every part of his hands that touched me, I shivered. The second one had warm hands, I felt the need to pull towards them, they were smooth and inviting while the third one’s hands teased my skin with their neutral temperature.
Each one of them touched my torso, tiny sparks sending my body into an electrified fire that only they could douse, I gasped. The goosebumps covering my skin as their heat wrapped me in a warm blanket of arousal. Each one of their tempting voiices filled the air around me, “Mate.” they growled out. Their wolves claiming me before my body went into shock and everything turned black.