Claimed By The Four Alphas Who Once Broke Me

LENA I stared at him, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. What had he just whispered? "Fuck me"? No, wait... he said something about them fucking me. All of them. The words hit me, my mind spinning in circles. Why? Why would they say that? My thoughts crashed around, loud and messy, making my head hurt. But before I could even open my mouth to beg or plead or anything, the one with the fiery auburn hair let out a huge laugh. I blinked hard, tears blurring everything. My chest went up and down so fast I thought I might pass out. I stood there, feeling like the biggest idiot ever, my face burning hot. "What's so funny?" I wanted to snap, but the words stuck in my throat like glue. "You should've seen her face," he gasped between laughs, pointing right at me. "She lit up like a damn firework when Draven said we were gonna fuck her. Like it was Christmas morning in her pathetic little world." Draven. So that's the name of the golden blonde one. Happy? Me? No way in hell. I was scared out of my mind, humiliated down to my bones. My fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms, drawing tiny drops of blood. I wanted to scream, "You're a liar!" But I bit my tongue until it hurt. I knew better. These guys were alphas-quadruplets, born to rule, with power that could crush me like a bug. One wrong word, and I'd be dead or worse. Omegas like me don't fight back. We bow and break. "That slut," the auburn-haired one kept going, his voice dripping with poison, "is so thirsty for it, she probably dreams about getting railed by strangers every night. Look at her-standing there, practically begging for us to bend her over right now. Cheap as dirt." My stomach twisted. Thirsty? Begging? I felt sick. The tears came harder, sliding down my cheeks like rain on a window. Why were they doing this? I'd accidentally walked in on Harlan-that was all. Harlan had grabbed me, teased me, made my body react in ways I hated. I'd moaned without meaning to, and now they were using it like a weapon. The one with the copper red hair smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, Theo's right. She's got that hungry look. Bet she's never had a real man before. Just some sad, lonely omega fantasies." Theo. So auburn hair was Theo. And the golden brown-haired just chuckled low, his eyes raking over me like I was meat on a hook. "Draven, pass me that drink. This show's getting good. Watch her squirm." My brain was trying to keep up with the names. But Harlan, the black-haired leader of this nightmare, stepped closer again. His voice was quiet. "Pathetic. You walked in here, interrupted us, and now you're crying like a baby because we called you out? We could ruin you, slave. Snap our fingers and have you thrown to the rogues." I hated them all. Hated their smug faces, their cruel laughs, the way they talked about me like I wasn't even in the room. Hated how they made me feel small and dirty. But most of all, I hated myself for not fighting back. How could I? They were alphas, rich and strong. One click of their fingers, and I'd be gone. If they lived my life for just one hour-felt the hunger, the beatings, the loneliness-they'd crumble. But they never would. They were born on top, stepping on people like me. Harlan's eyes locked on mine, and he sneered. "Now get the fuck out before we decide to make good on that promise. We'll fuck you up so bad, you'll wish you were never born, you worthless orphan bitch." His words stabbed deep.. I bowed my head low, hiding my face, and bolted from the room. My legs shook as I ran down the dark hallway, tears blinding me. Everything blurred-walls, doors, my own feet. "Moon Goddess," I sobbed under my breath, "why do you hate me? What did I ever do to deserve this hell?" I don't even remember how I got back to my so-called room. It was more like a closet with a door-a tiny space with a thin mat on the floor that they called a bed. Hard as rock, covered in a rag that smelled like mold. I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto it, burying my face in the flat pillow. My whole body shook with sobs, loud and ugly. If my parents were alive... gods, everything would be different. Even as an omega, they'd have shielded me. Loved me. I wouldn't be sold off, dragged here like livestock, treated like garbage every damn day. I'd have a family, a home, not this empty pit inside me. I cried until my throat burned, gripping the rough sheets until my knuckles turned white. I was so tired. Tired of hurting, tired of surviving, tired of being nothing. Then, a knock came at the door. I didn't move. "Go away," I whispered into the pillow, my voice cracked and raw. "Please, just leave me be..." Another knock. Louder. I ignored it. What more could they take from me? My dignity was already gone. The door creaked open anyway. Footsteps echoed on the creaky floor, slow and heavy. Someone stopped right by my bed, their shadow falling over me like a dark cloud. "Were you deaf when I knocked?" The voice was sharp and filled with disgust. I stayed still, eyes squeezed shut. Why couldn't they give me peace? Even slaves need to breathe, to cry without eyes on them. I'd been sold, beaten down, handed over like a sack of potatoes-but did that mean I couldn't have one moment alone? "Do you want to get punished on your first day here, slave?" the voice snapped. "Didn't the guard who dragged you in tell you not to disrespect the head of slaves?" My tears stopped cold. Head of slaves? Oh no. I jerked my head up, wiping my face fast. It was a woman, maybe in her forties, with hard lines on her face and eyes like steel. She looked like she'd seen too much and cared too little. "I'm so sorry! So, so sorry!" I bowed over and over, my head bobbing like a broken toy. If I didn't stop, I might knock myself out, but better that than her wrath. She just stared, arms crossed. I kept bowing, silent, hoping it was enough. "Were you crying?" she asked, her tone flat. I shook my head quick. "No, ma'am. Not crying. Just... something in my eye. Dust or whatever. I was rubbing it out, that's all." I forced a smile, but it felt fake as hell. Better to lie than admit weakness-they'd call me soft and beat it out of me. She raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself, girl. But your attention's needed. Now." My heart sank. "What have I done again?" I whispered, dread filling me.