Mated to the triplet Alpha

Amelia's POV

"We are so sorry. We are so sorry to inform you that your mom would die if she doesn't get the surgery immediately."

The words struck me like thunder crashing through my skull, loud and endless. Over and over, they echoed in my head, blunt, brutal, final. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My throat was dry, thick with disbelief. I blinked, once, twice, hoping the doctor's expression might change, hoping this was just some sick dream, but his face remained grim and impassive.

"And how much is that, doctor?" I had asked, my voice barely a whisper, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"One million," he replied flatly.

One million.

The words sliced through the air like a dagger, sharp and unforgiving. My knees buckled slightly. I stumbled back, catching myself against the cold, sterile wall of the hospital corridor.

One million. One freaking million. For a surgery that could save her life. Where in the world was I supposed to find that kind of money? I didn't even have ten thousand in savings. We were barely surviving. One million might as well have been a hundred million.

I sank down onto the hard bench outside the ward, my chest heaving with shallow, panicked breaths. My hands trembled as I buried my face in them, sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe. The tears came fast, hot, uncontrollable.

My mother. My only family. The only person who had ever truly loved me.

We had already lost so much. When she was banished from our old pack, pregnant with me, shamed and alone, we had nothing. We wandered for months before settling in this new pack, barely tolerated by the others. She raised me on her own, taught me to be strong, to hide my pain behind a smile, to survive in a world that had no place for us.

She gave up everything for me.

And now, I was going to lose her. Just like that. Because I couldn't find a stupid pile of money.

I leaned my head back against the wall, staring up at the flickering ceiling lights, each flicker a cruel reminder of how fragile life was. How unfair it all was.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. But all I could do was cry.

Suddenly, the air around me shifted.

Heavy footsteps echoed from both ends of the corridor. My breath hitched as a group of men in black suits approached, fast, coordinated, like they were trained for something more than just a hospital visit.

"What the-?" I muttered, wiping my eyes.

Before I could even think, they surrounded me.

"Get your hands off me!" I screamed as one of them grabbed my arm tightly. "Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?!"

They didn't answer. Their expressions were stone-cold. One of them, taller than the rest, with a scar across his brow, pulled out a piece of paper and glanced at it, then at me. His eyes narrowed.

"That's her. Grab her."

"No! No, no, no!" I twisted violently, trying to free myself. My heart thrashed wildly in my chest as panic surged through me like wildfire. "Let go of me! Let go!"

They didn't listen.

"Stop!" I shouted, trying to kick the man holding me. "Why are you doing this?! I didn't do anything!"

My screams echoed through the hospital corridor, but no one came. No doctors. No nurses. Just the hum of fluorescent lights and the dragging sound of my shoes scraping the tiled floor as they pulled me away.

"Please!" I cried out, my voice cracking. "My mom is in there, she's dying, please don't do this!"

One of them grabbed my face harshly, forcing me to look at him. "Shut up," he hissed.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt like a child again, powerless, helpless.

They dragged me down a narrow hallway, out a back door, and into a black SUV. The world around me became a blur, flashes of the hospital, the sky above, the city lights, all melting into chaos.

"Where are you taking me?!" I shouted, kicking wildly.

But then..

Darkness.

Everything around me faded. My limbs felt heavy. My vision blurred. My head swam with dizziness. It was like something had snapped inside me. My body collapsed into itself, and the world went black.

Silence.

⟡⟡⟡

When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the cold.

The air was damp, almost metallic. My head pounded as if someone had slammed it against a wall. I tried to move, but my limbs felt stiff, as though I'd been lying in one position for hours.

Blinking slowly, I tried to focus.

Wooden walls. A faint flicker of yellow light. The smell of damp earth.

Where the hell was I?

Panic surged in my chest again. My hands were tied, tightly, behind my back. My legs too. Rope. Thick and scratchy against my skin.

I was lying on a hard wooden floor, surrounded by crates and barrels. A barn? A storage house? I had no idea. The only light came from a lone bulb dangling above, swinging gently, casting long, eerie shadows across the room.

I struggled to sit up, groaning through clenched teeth.

A sharp pain pulsed at the back of my skull. They must have knocked me out.

Tears welled up again, but I bit them back.

I had to stay calm. I had to think.

"Hello?" My voice came out hoarse, cracked. "Is anyone there?"

No answer.

I clenched my fists tightly, digging my nails into my palms, trying to stay grounded. My breathing grew uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly as my thoughts spiraled out of control.

Panic started to rise. I began struggling, kicking weakly, squirming against the ropes. I needed to get out. I needed to know where I was, what was happening.

And then...

Footsteps.

Slow. Measured. Heavy.

Each step echoed through the silence like a drumbeat of doom.

I froze, my breath catching in my chest. My head turned toward the door, the only visible exit. The footsteps grew louder... closer.

A dark shadow moved beneath the crack of the door.

Then the handle turned.

I felt my stomach twist. My heart pounded in my ears. My skin prickled with fear.

The door creaked open.

All I could see at first were shoes, polished black leather ones, sharp and elegant. They stopped just inside the doorway. The man stood still, silent, as if savoring the moment.

And then he stepped forward.

I couldn't breathe.

He came into the light, slow and confident. A dark tailored coat hugged his tall frame, his every movement deliberate. As he stepped fully into view, the light caught the edge of his face, strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, eyes like steel, cold and dangerous.

And my world stopped spinning.

My entire body went cold.

No.

It can't be.

My eyes widened as a wave of recognition crashed over me, hard and merciless.

That face.

I knew that face.

A memory flashed, his eyes, the brutal headlines, the whispers that haunted the underworld like ghosts.

The Mafia King.

I gasped, barely able to form the thought. Oh God. Oh God. No.

"What-?" My voice broke as fear strangled me. "Why are you-?"