Claimed By The Four Alpha's

ALYSSA

It was almost my 18th birthday but I badly felt like blending with the background, becoming one with the shadows to hide from the predators I'd lived with almost all my life-the quadruplets Alpha heirs.

With my long, black hair in a tight ponytail, I did the only job I lived for-to serve.

I'd get my mate on my 18th birthday. Tonight.

I should be excited, but I wasn't.

On my 16th birthday, I got my wolf, and while I'd expected something bigger and stronger, I got an Omega. I couldn't even transform like the other werewolves in the pack. I was practically the side character-no, the extra character in my own life.

With my trembling fingers clasping a silver tray, I walked through the crowd, serving guests-my high school mates-during a pack's celebration. Their eyes bore into my flesh, their whispers of mockery and disgust like a sharp dagger to my heart.

Who didn't know me in the whole Blackwoods high?

The chubby, short girl who got to live with the most handsome men in the whole school-but my life was a living hell, really.

I'd tried to escape countless times, but those four demons made sure they dragged me back to hell.

I didn't want to bump into them.

Especially Rolan the-

A gasp ripped out my lips, my grip on the silver tray loosening as I bumped into a hard, sturdy chest. My forehead stinged, tears rushed up my eyes, but even before I could react, some cold liquid was suddenly splashed on my face, drenching my extra large blue T-shirt.

I wiped my face quickly, the sickening urge to run like fire in my bones.

But when I heard the familiar voice, my mouth ran dry. "If it isn't the most hardworking worker in the whole pack house." Rolan's mocking voice settled in my ears, followed by deep chuckles and harsh glares. "You were so distracted, you almost ruined my perfect tux."

"I...I." I wanted to speak, but I couldn't even get the words out. His aura was too imposing, too frightening, and the fierce glow in his amber eyes showed he was slowly losing his patience. "Look at the mess you've made now."

I stared down, a tear slipping down my cheeks. "I'll clean it up." I choked out, not wanting my hair to be pulled hard this time. They'd done it during classes several times, bullying me because it was an obsession.

I bent quickly, ignoring the sharp sting that came with picking broken shards. My blood trailed down my fingers, but I continued picking them.

"Get up, chubby man." Rolan growled, dragging me by my hair. "Your emotional blackmail isn't going to work this time."

I winced, trying to pull his hands away, but he tightened his grip on it.

As he dragged me towards the stage, loud laughter echoed in the large garden. I was being laughed at. My stomach dropped, a sharp ache at the back of my throat. "Rolan, please." I begged, sniffing hard. "Let me go this once."

"Alyssa here is celebrating her 18th birthday in the next half an hour." He suddenly announced, releasing my hair, and when I noticed we were standing on the stage, I gasped, my pulse racing. A shudder ran down my spine, my heartbeat thrashing in my ears.

What was he up to this time?

At the slight sound of footsteps, I turned swiftly, eyes widening in terror as Kieran and Cole walked up with a ridiculous hat in their hands. My heart twisted in pain.

Kieran had his sinister smile on his lips, one that made me want to run as far as I could.

And Cole? He barely spoke.

But his silence was even more frightening.

They both stood before me and Kieran placed the ridiculous hat on my head. "It's almost your 18th birthday, why don't you sing for the whole crowd?"

I shook my head, my whole body trembling. "No, please." I'd rather dig a hole and bury myself in it than sing in such a place. Not only would my video trend over the internet, with Cole's page of over 100, 000 followers, my whole life would be doomed.

"I can't sing."

Rolan smirked. "We don't care if you sound like a frog, Alyssa." He grabbed the mic and shoved it in my hands. "Sing now or we'll make you."

"I really can't sing." I croaked out, my eyes growing wet.

Cole pulled out his phone, his cold voice drifting into my ears. "How about I upload the video of you being chased by a dog?"

My eyes widened. "You...you have that?"

He didn't respond, but the look in his eyes gave me a clear answer. "You don't have to upload the video."

"Then, would you sing and entertain our guests?" Rolan asked. I raised my head to stare at the crowd, watching as they all raised their phones to capture the rare moment of the pack loser singing on top of her lungs.

"Make me do something else."

Kieran's lips stretched into a lopsided grin, his icy blue eyes glowing with mischief. "What? Do you think the crowd would want to see you strip instead?"

"She thinks she's sexy." Someone from the crowd yelled, and my cheeks heated up. I began to calculate how I'd get out of here, out of their reach, out of their sight.

"It's ten minutes more till your 18th birthday." Rolan grinned. "Give us the show or you're going to regret it." His voice dropped to a lower degree.

I knew I couldn't avoid it.

I knew I'd have to sing a song and get this over with.

I took a step forward and wiped my tears harshly. With my fingers clutching the mic, I brought it near my lips. "I've always wanted-" even before I could sing just a line, the whole crowd was laughing, lights flashing through my eyes like I was some shitty celebrity.

"Come on." Rolan laughed, his dark brown hair slightly tousled. "Sing more, baby. Give the crowd what they want."

I fought the tears in my eyes. "a better-"

"It's your birthday!" Kieran, Rolan and Cole wished all at the same time, splashing some amber colored liquid on my face. I was completely humiliated, completely embarrassed, but I knew what else was coming.

I'd get my mate tonight.

I stared at the crowd, expecting a connection from someone who wasn't laughing, someone who'd save me from these monsters, but suddenly, the last quadruplet-Zane-stepped forward, his eyes wide with terror. "This can't be."

I sucked in a breath, slowly turning to face Rolan and the others. Rolan was pale, Cole lips were parted, and Kieran looked like he was going to puke. I knew their scents like they were buried in my brains, but this time, I actually desired them.

I wanted them.

Then it hit me.

My wail was louder. "No. No. No! We can't be mates!"