Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 245 - who i

245

~Lisa’s POV

I sat in the dark, hugging my knees close to my chest. My hands were shaking, my body still trembling from what happened. My heart refused to calm down.

I whispered to myself, my voice weak.

"What... what did I turn into?"

My mind kept replaying the mont, the fire that spread through my veins, the way my nails grew sharp, the golden eyes staring back at in that puddle of water. I rembered the bars bending under my grip, the guards screaming, the fear in their eyes when I threw them aside like they were nothing. The way I had hurt Belinda, and Fridolf.

I squeezed my head between my hands, pressing hard as if I could crush the thoughts out of my skull.

"No... no, that wasn’t ," I whispered, my voice breaking. "That can’t be . I’m not... I’m not a monster."

But no matter how many tis I said it, the truth sat there inside , heavy and undeniable. I had felt it, sothing crawling under my skin, sothing wild and ancient, tearing its way out. The way my body had shifted, the way my eyes glowed in that puddle of water... it wasn’t human. It wasn’t .

My whole body shook. I buried my face into my arms, my tears soaking the rough fabric of my sleeve.

"Why ? Why now?" I whispered, rocking slightly.

My chest rose and fell too fast. I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened, to convince myself it was just a nightmare, but my body still rembered, the burning tattoo on my back, the power in my hands, the sound of iron bars breaking like twigs. It was real. Too real.

Then another thought ca crashing into . That man. The one I had seen earlier. The one who looked at as though he had found sothing lost.

His eyes, those strange golden eyes, mirrored mine. His face... it was like looking into a twisted reflection of myself. The line of his jaw, the way his expression shifted in shock, it was almost the sa as mine. I couldn’t stop seeing it.

My chest ached, my heart squeezing painfully as I rembered the way he stared at , frozen, like the world itself had stopped.

"Who was he?" I asked the empty room, my voice trembling. "Why do we look alike?"

The question lodged itself deep inside , and fear rushed in to fill the silence. I had no answers, only more pain.

And then, like a knife twisting through , my father’s voice ca back. The man I had loved and trusted until the very end. His last words played in my mind, clear as though he was whispering them right now:

"Lisa... I am not your real father. One day, you must find your family."

The words I had buried deep, the ones I had refused to think about because they hurt too much, ca roaring back. They tore through like claws, leaving shaking, gasping.

I covered my mouth with both hands as sobs ripped out of .

"No... no..." My voice was muffled against my palms. "Please don’t tell ... he’s my family."

I rembered the man’s face again, the resemblance that haunted , the strange pull in my chest when I saw him. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It was as if my body already knew the answer before my mind dared to accept it. A truth my heart wanted to deny but couldn’t escape.

The sobs shook harder until I could barely breathe.

"Why didn’t you tell sooner, Father?" I cried into the empty room. "Why did you leave like this? Why now, when everything is falling apart?"

My stomach twisted with sharp pain as another thought hit like a blow. My baby. My hands moved on their own, pressing against my belly where life once grew. But it was gone. Stolen from by the endless torture, the rciless beatings. A small, innocent life taken before it even began.

The grief cut open all over again. I pressed my forehead against my knees, my tears soaking my clothes.

"I lost everything..." I whispered. "My baby, my peace, myself... Who am I now?"

Ti slipped away. Minutes, maybe hours, I couldn’t tell. I was drowning in questions that had no answers, sinking deeper and deeper into the dark.

Then a sound ripped through my thoughts.

Knocking. Hard, desperate knocking.

"Lisa! Lisa, open the door!"

My breath caught. That voice, I knew it. My heart jolted. Damon.

I froze, staring at the door, my body trembling. For a mont, I thought I was imagining it, that my broken mind was playing tricks. But then it ca again, louder, raw with emotion.

"Lisa, it’s ! Please, open the door!"

My lips trembled. "He’s alive..."

Relief flooded so suddenly that my chest hurt. I thought I had lost him forever. I thought I would never hear his voice again. Yet here he was, calling for , begging for .

Fresh tears spilled down.

And then, just as quickly, fear wrapped around .

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head. "I can’t face him. Not like this. Not now."

I wasn’t ready. How could I let him see when my hands still felt stained with blood, when my eyes still burned with the monster inside ? How could I tell him about the baby I lost.

His voice broke again, raw and desperate.

"Lisa... I’m here. Please... just answer . Please..."

I covered my ears with shaking hands, rocking back and forth like a child trying to block out the world.

"I can’t... I can’t, Damon. I’m sorry. I can’t do this..."

The words tasted like ashes in my mouth, but they were all I had.

I wanted to run to him, to throw the door open and fall into his arms, but my body wouldn’t move. The weight of everything held down like chains.

I whispered to myself over and over.

"My life... it’s upside down. Everything is ruined. I can’t fix this... I can’t reverse it."

I heard him hit the door again, his fists pounding. His voice cracked with desperation.

"Lisa, don’t shut out! Please, don’t do this to !"

I buried my face in my knees and cried harder, whispering so softly he couldn’t hear .

"I’m not shutting you out... I’m shutting myself in. I don’t even know who I am anymore."

My body shook as I cried harder. My chest burned like fire, each sob tearing through . I wanted so badly to run into his arms, to hold him, to tell him how scared I was, but I couldn’t.