CHAPTER 1

1016 Words
I HATE MEN. No, scratch that—I hate boys. Especially the Monster brothers, a name I coined to describe the youngest and most powerful Alphas in the entire continent. I could go on and on about how deep my hatred runs, how it courses through my veins with every breath I take, and how the thought of their downfall is the only thing that brings me joy. But no, I won’t bore you with that. Damian, Owen, and Noah were the worst weapons ever fashioned against me, and it all started because of a silly mistake I made as a naive little girl. Back in middle school, I had a massive crush on the brothers. It was hard not to be taken by their charm when they were drop-dead gorgeous and captivating. If only their ugly personalities matched their perfect faces, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess now. It was Valentine’s Day, the season of love, and in my hopelessly romantic heart, I decided to write a love letter. I poured my feelings onto that paper and even spent all my money from my piggy bank and some stolen cash from my mom’s purse (not my proudest moment) to buy an expensive box of chocolates. I had heard from one of the girls that it was the triplets’ favorite. I thought if I could impress them, maybe one of them would return my affection. Damian, the oldest, stood in the middle. I watched as he accepted gifts from other girls, blowing kisses to some and nodding approvingly at others. After waiting in line for what felt like two hours, I finally approached them with the chocolates, the letter in one hand, and a small rose I’d plucked from my neighbor’s garden, grinning sheepishly while missing my two front teeth. He took my gift, passed it to his brothers, and they whispered among themselves, assessing if it met their standards. So far, no girl had been rejected—that had to be a good sign, or so I believed. Who would turn down a $60 box of luxury chocolates paired with flowers? “Do you like it?” I asked nervously, but my question was met with laughter. It was on that day I fully realized what I was—an OMEGA. I had always known my rank, but until that moment, I never truly understood what it meant. That day, I learned I was an outcast, a disappointment, someone who should never dream of being with anyone above my status. The Monster brothers saw my act of love as an insult and vowed that I would never forget my place. They stomped my chocolates into the ground and tossed them into the trash as a public rejection. Then, they demanded I pick the chocolates out of the dirty bin and eat them like the “filthy pig” I was. And, to my shame, I did. I ate them right out of the trash while the entire school chanted, “Dirty pig.” From that day on, my torment at school became endless. **************** I was now in my final year of high school, but instead of feeling the usual holiday excitement, all I felt was dread. It was the start of December, and my only mission today was to survive. I took a deep breath before stepping into the school hallway. The moment I entered, the whispering around me quieted, and past experiences had taught me that silence was never a good sign. The triplets were probably planning their traditional “welcome back” stunt after Thanksgiving break. My heart thudded in my chest as I approached my locker, dreading what might come. I’d been through everything—from being pelted with raw eggs, having my books tossed in the trash, seeing crude caricatures of me labeled “Piggy,” to having my locker filled with stink bombs that exploded when opened. Sigh. I wonder what surprise they had for me this year. I held my breath as I opened my locker. Nothing happened. I turned, half expecting something, but there was only silence. The crowd that had been watching let out disappointed sighs and went back to their conversations. Maybe not today, I thought, exhaling in relief as I closed my locker. But I must have been too quick to assume. The moment I turned, Damian, Owen , and Noah stood before me. “What’s wrong, Piggy? You look like you have seen a ghost,” Damian said, smirking as his sharp gray eyes bore into mine. I swallowed hard, my body trembling. “I… I… uh…” I stuttered, unable to form a coherent response. “Looks like Piggy is star-struck by our handsomeness again,” Owen teased, using the exact words I had once written in my love letter. I cringed in embarrassment. “Here, take this,” Owen said, extending an envelope toward me. I eyed it warily, suspicious of their motives. He seemed to read my mind and added, “Don’t worry. We are not pulling anything funny. It’s our last year, and we have decided to drop the hatred and treat you better.” I raised an eyebrow and cautiously opened the envelope. It was an invitation to the triplets’ annual Christmas party at the Packhouse. Held twenty days before Christmas, the party was exclusive to the rich and popular crowd, and it was the talk of the school for weeks. I didn’t know much about what happened there, but one thing was certain—it was a must-attend event at least once in your life. “Why?” I asked, my eyes darting between them. Damian shrugged. “Consider it a peace offering.” He and his brothers walked away before I could utter another word, leaving my question unanswered. As much as I wanted to believe it was just a peace offering, I knew them too well. This was probably some elaborate trap to humiliate me right before the holidays, and I would be damned if I fell for the oldest trick in the book.
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