Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 23- help me

23

~Lisa’s POV

At first, I just cried.

Curled up in the corner of the dusty room, I let the tears fall, hot and silent. My chest ached, like sothing heavy had been placed right on top of it. My throat burned, but I didn’t make a sound. No one would hear . No one would care.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to break sothing. But all I could do was cry.

My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, my dress clinging to with sweat and dust. The storage room slled like old wood and damp rags. Everything was dark. Not just outside, but inside , too.

That’s when I felt it.

The air.

It was too still. Too thick. I blinked, trying to breathe through my nose, but the air didn’t move. There were no windows in the room. No vents. Just walls and boxes and shelves stacked with broken furniture.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in my chest. Like my lungs forgot how to work.

I tried again.

Still nothing.

A sharp, hot panic started to rise in my throat. My hands began to shake.

It’s okay, I told myself. You’re just scared. Breathe slowly. Breathe slowly.

But my body didn’t listen.

The room was too dark. The kind of dark that presses against your skin like it wants to crawl inside you. I looked up, hoping for even a crack of light, but there was nothing. Just shadow.

And that’s when the mory hit.

Not a full mory... just a flash. A feeling.

I was small. Trapped. Sowhere tight. Smoke everywhere. My body was shaking. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. Soone was screaming.

I didn’t know when it happened. Or how. But it felt real. Like it had lived inside all along, waiting for this mont to co back.

"No," I whispered, pressing my hands to my ears, as if that would block it out. "Stop it. It’s not real. It’s not real."

But my body rembered, even if my mind didn’t.

My breaths ca faster now, short and sharp. I was gasping. Choking on the air that refused to move. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out everything else.

The darkness felt like it was crawling over , into , pressing down on every inch of my skin.

I couldn’t breathe.

My heart began to race, pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. I clawed at my chest, trying to force my lungs to work.

"No," I whispered to myself. "No, no, not now..."

But it was happening again.

It always started the sa way, every ti I had that dream. I didn’t know what it ant.

I never rembered what ca before or after.

Just the fear. The sa fear I felt now.

I stumbled to the middle of the room, my legs barely holding up. My knees hit the hard floor with a soft thud, and I pressed my trembling palms against the cold, rough surface, trying to ground myself, trying to stay present.

But it wasn’t working.

The air felt tighter now, heavier, like it was closing in on . I gasped for breath, mouth wide open, but it felt like I was breathing through a thick curtain. Nothing was getting through. My chest rose and fell in short, panicked bursts.

I choked. Coughed.

My vision started to blur, edges darkening like soone was turning the lights down. My ears rang faintly, and every sound beca distant, like I was sinking underwater. The room spun slowly, and I gripped the floor harder, my fingers splaying out against the stone, desperate to hold on to sothing real.

But the shadows didn’t let go.

They clung to , wrapped around like arms that I couldn’t fight off. Arms that pressed down, whispered things I couldn’t understand.

I wanted to scream, but my throat was too dry, too tight. I couldn’t even cry anymore. The fear had pushed past the tears and gone sowhere deeper. Sowhere colder.

"I don’t want to die here," I whispered, though I couldn’t hear my own voice.

That thought hit like a wave. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t strong. I hadn’t even lived. I hadn’t seen my father’s smile one last ti or told him how much I missed him.

I couldn’t stay here.

My arms shook as I pushed myself up from the floor. The room spun, but I kept crawling. My knees scraped against the hard ground, and the dust filled my mouth and nose. I coughed, but I didn’t stop.

The door.

I reached it and leaned my weight against it, my breath shallow and fast. I raised my fist and banged hard.

"Help..." My voice ca out broken and weak. "Please... soone... help ..."

No answer.

I banged again, harder this ti. "Please! I can’t breathe!"

The wood thudded with each hit, but the silence behind it didn’t break. I felt my tears fall again, mixing with the sweat on my face. My head was pounding. My hands ached. My whole body trembled.

I scread.

"I didn’t do anything!" My voice cracked. "Please! Don’t leave here!"

Still, nothing.

I pressed my forehead against the door, gasping. My lungs burned. I was so dizzy, so tired. The air felt thinner by the second.

Why wouldn’t anyone co?

Why did they all hate this much?

I sobbed, hitting the door with the side of my fist now, slower, weaker. "Please... please..."

The sound of my own crying filled the room. My shoulders shook. My voice faded into quiet whimpers as I slid back down, curling near the bottom of the door.

Just when my eyes were starting to close... just when the darkness inside began to feel like ho...

Click.

The sound was soft, but to , it was everything.

The door creaked open, light spilling in. Footsteps rushed toward .

"Lisa?" a familiar voice called.

My heart stirred faintly at the sound.

"Milo..." I whispered, so low I wasn’t sure if he even heard . My lips barely moved. "Milo..."

Then everything around tilted, like the world had shifted sideways.

Warm arms caught before I hit the floor. His voice was panicking now, shaking.

"Lisa...no, no, stay with . Stay awake. Lisa!"

But I couldn’t.

The pain, the fear, ... it all swirled around like a storm, pulling under.

And just like that, I let go, my body falling limp against his chest as everything faded to black.