Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 254 - a scent

254

~Lisa’s POV

"If Father saw like that..." I swallowed hard. "If he knew what I’ve beco... maybe that’s why he said I wasn’t his blood."

The words ca out as a tremble, not a thought.

Now I wasn’t sure of anything.

I walked toward the old chair by the window and sat down, staring at the floor. "There must be sothing," I said out loud. "Sothing that can tell who I am."

The silence that followed made angry. I jumped up, pushing the chair aside. "There has to be sothing!" I yelled, kicking the chair leg. "I’m not a monster! I’m not!"

The echo of my voice filled the house, bounced off the walls, and ca back at like a whisper. Monster... monster... monster.

My knees went weak, and I sank to the floor, crying into my hands. "I’m not," I said again, softer this ti. "I’m not..."

Tears rolled down my face, falling onto the dusty floorboards. My hair stuck to my wet cheeks. The more I tried to breathe, the harder it beca. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do I feel like this? Why does everything around keep breaking?"

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had to move. Sitting here wouldn’t bring answers. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, stood up, and looked around the room.

"Fine," I said to myself. "If there are answers here, I’ll find them."

I started searching. I opened every drawer, every chest. I pushed old chairs aside, ripped open pillows that had long lost their shape. Dust filled the air, and each breath made my throat itch.

The sound of wood creaking beneath my feet filled the room. "Father," I murmured as I went through the shelves. "If you were hiding sothing from , why didn’t you just tell ? Why let believe I was normal?"

I opened an old box filled with letters. Most were faded, unreadable. But none ntioned . Not one. Only nas I didn’t know, places I’d never heard of.

Frustration rose in again. I grabbed the box and threw it against the wall. "Damn it!" I scread. "Just tell the truth!"

The box hit the wall and split apart with a sharp crack. The papers inside fluttered and scattered across the floor like birds with broken wings. I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling, and began tearing through everything, old clothes, broken furniture, the shelves my father had built long ago.

"There has to be sothing!" I cried, my voice raw. "Sothing about ! Sothing about who I am!"

I yanked open a wooden chest near the fireplace, one I’d never dared touch before. It was old, the surface carved with strange lines I couldn’t rember seeing as a child. Dust rose in soft clouds around as I lifted the lid. A sudden wave of cold air hit my face, making shiver.

Inside, layers of old cloth were tangled together, stiff with age, slling faintly of mildew. I pulled one piece free. It was rough, dark, and stiff, and when I turned it over in my hands, my stomach twisted. There were stains, brown, old, dried. Blood.

My fingers froze over the fabric. I tried to shake my head. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice cracking. I grabbed another cloth, but my stomach sank even further. There was more blood, and sothing else tied to it, a few small leather pouches, dried herbs, and twigs bound with red thread. Symbols were drawn across the fabric in sothing black, sothing sticky and dark that slled sharp and bitter.

I held the pieces in my lap, my hands trembling. The sll of the old blood made gag. I couldn’t breathe properly. "This... this can’t be mine," I whispered again, my voice small, scared. "It can’t be."

I lifted one of the pouches closer. The symbols were strange, circles and lines, so crossed through, others burnt slightly at the edges.

They looked... weird.

No. Not looked. Felt.

I dropped the pouch like it burned . It fell open, and sothing small rolled out.

A pendant. Round. Made of silver, dulled with age.

The mont it hit the floor, a spark flashed under my skin. My crescent tattoo burned again.

I hissed and clutched my arm. "What the hell is happening to ?"

I stared at the pendant, breathing fast.

Strangely, I felt a connection with it, deep and heavy, like it was calling to .

I didn’t understand it, but I could feel my heartbeat matching the faint hum it gave. Every ti I moved my fingers over its surface, warmth spread through my chest, making my skin prickle.

"What are you?" I whispered, brushing off the dust. The pendant was shaped like a small moon surrounded by carved symbols, symbols I had never seen before, but sohow, I felt like I knew them.

The lines weren’t just designs. They looked alive.

"Why do I feel like I’ve seen this before?" I murmured. I closed my eyes for a mont, trying to rember. Flashes ca, not mories exactly, but sothing I couldn’t na. A woman’s voice hums softly. A deep voice whispering my na. Then a scream. Fire.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped, stumbling back. "What was that?"

The pendant slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a sharp clink.

"No, no, no...This can’t be...." I bent quickly, picking it up again. The warmth was gone now. Cold tal. Lifeless.

"Please," I whispered to it, my voice shaking. "Show sothing... anything. Who am I?"

Nothing happened.

I laughed bitterly. "Of course. I’m talking to a piece of tal now. Great."

Still, I couldn’t let it go. I tied the pendant’s broken chain around my wrist and held it tight.

I closed my eyes. "If I’m not who I thought I was, then I’ll find out who I really am. Even if it kills ."

Suddenly, I felt it.

A scent.

It hit so hard I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, my heart forgot how to beat.

It wasn’t just any scent; it was powerful, raw. The kind that made the air feel heavy and alive at the sa ti.

I staggered back a step, clutching the edge of the broken table. "What... what is that?" I whispered.

It was coming from outside, no, it filled the entire room, thick and intoxicating. My wolf stirred inside , restless, growling low in my chest.