Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 311- for death

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~Belinda’s POV

When I opened my eyes, my whole body ached. My back felt sore, my legs heavy, and my head was pounding. I blinked a few tis before I could even sit up. The sll of damp stone hit first, cold, sharp, and dirty. Then it hit .

I was in prison.

I sat up slowly, my body shaking as I leaned on the wall. My arm burned a little, but when I looked down, I saw it had been cleaned and wrapped with a torn piece of cloth. My heart skipped. Soone had touched , helped .

Then I turned to my right.

He was sitting there. My father.

"Father..." my voice ca out low, hoarse, like I hadn’t spoken for days.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at with those eyes I had known all my life, now filled with disappointnt, pain, and sothing I couldn’t na. His face was pale, his lips cracked, and there were bruises all over his arms. His shirt was torn, and his hands were trembling slightly.

"Father..." I whispered, my voice shaking. "It’s . It’s Belinda."

Still, no answer. He just kept staring, silent, his chest rising and falling weakly.

I forced myself to move closer despite how sore and heavy my body felt. Every step made my wounds sting, but I didn’t care. I knelt in front of him, tears already spilling down my face. "Please, say sothing. Yell at , hate , just... don’t be quiet. Please."

He blinked slowly, then finally spoke, his voice deep and tired. "You’ve brought sha, Belinda."

The words hit harder than a slap. I swallowed hard, staring at him. "Father, I..."

He raised his hand slightly, stopping . "You’ve disgraced our family. You’ve disgraced my na." His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried so much pain that it broke sothing inside . "Everywhere I go, they whisper. They say my daughter betrayed her pack, betrayed her Alphas, betrayed everything we stand for."

I shook my head quickly, my tears falling faster. "No, Father. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t an to. I was trying to protect my place. I didn’t know what to do...."

He leaned forward, his eyes hard now. "You think I care what you wanted? Do you think that changes what you did? You think crying will undo the ss you’ve made?"

I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing too loudly. "I was trying to protect myself. I didn’t even know how things got this bad. I was just trying to survive."

"Survive?" He let out a dry, bitter laugh. "And now look where that’s brought us. You, half-dead in a cell. , sitting beside you, broken and humiliated."

"You ran," he said quietly, looking away. "You ran and left to face it all. Do you know what they did to ?"

I looked at him properly then. The bruises, the cuts, the torn cloth on his arm... it was all there. My stomach twisted painfully. His hands were trembling slightly, and I could see how weak he was. The sight broke sothing inside . I’d never seen my father like this before, so fragile, so beaten. He had always been the strong one, the one who never bent for anyone except his Alphas. But now, because of , he looked like a man who had lost everything.

"Father..." I whispered, my voice cracking as tears rolled down my face. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they hurt you. I didn’t know they’d do this to you."

He gave a small, bitter laugh that made my heart ache even more. "You didn’t know?" he said quietly, shaking his head. "You think your choices only affect you? You’re my daughter, Belinda. When you fall, my na falls too."

I covered my mouth as a sob escaped . "I didn’t an for this to happen," I said, my words rushing out. " I thought I was doing the right thing."

He stared at for a mont, his eyes tired but sharp. "The right thing?" he asked bitterly. "And what exactly was the right thing, Belinda? To disobey? To bring sha to your family? To stand against those who trusted you?"

I couldn’t look at him anymore. I dropped my head, staring at the dirt floor as tears hit the ground. "I didn’t an to ruin everything," I whispered, shaking. "I didn’t an to make you suffer. I just wanted power. I was scared, and I made mistakes."

He sighed, and I could hear the pain in his voice. It wasn’t just from his wounds, it was from disappointnt, deep and heavy. "I know, child," he said softly after a mont. "I know you didn’t an for things to turn out this way. But the damage is done."

I glanced down at my bandaged arm again, then noticed the edge of his sleeve was torn, just like the cloth around my wound. My eyes widened.

"You... you dressed my wound?"

He looked away for a mont, then nodded slightly. "You were bleeding when they brought you in. I couldn’t just watch."

"Even after everything... after I shad you?"

"You’re still my daughter," he said simply.

That broke . I covered my face with my hands, crying hard. "I’m sorry, Father. I’m so sorry. Please forgive . I’ll fix this sohow. I promise."

He didn’t answer right away. I heard his breathing, slow, weak, strained. When I looked at him again, he seed even more tired than before.

"You can’t fix anything, Belinda," he murmured. "So things... once broken, they don’t go back the sa."

"But I can try!" I cried. "Please, just... give a chance to make it right. I’ll face them. I’ll tell them the truth. I’ll beg them to forgive us both."

His eyes flicked toward , unsure. "You’ll do that?"

"Yes," I said quickly. "They can punish , I don’t care. But they have to know you didn’t do anything wrong. They have to free you, Father."

Before he could answer, I stood up too fast. My vision spun, my legs almost gave out, but I didn’t care.

I turned to the tal bars and banged on them. "Guard!" I shouted, my voice echoing. "Please! Sobody help!"

My father tried to pull back. "Belinda, stop! You’ll only make things worse..."

"No!" I yelled, still hitting the bars. "He didn’t do anything! He’s innocent! You can take , punish , do whatever you want, but let him go!"

"Belinda!" my father’s voice rose, both angry and scared. "Stop shouting!"

I didn’t listen. My heart was racing, tears still streaming down my cheeks. "He’s not guilty!" I scread again. "Please, just call the alphas! I’ll tell them everything! Just let him go!"

A guard appeared down the hall, frowning. "What’s going on here?"

I gripped the bars tightly, shaking. "Please, call the alphas. I beg you. My father doesn’t deserve this. He’s innocent. I’m the one they want!"

The guard frowned deeper, his eyes scanning both of us. "You’re making trouble, Belinda."

"Please," I begged again, my voice breaking. "Just tell them I want to see them. Tell them Belinda is ready to talk. Please..."

"Keep quiet!" he barked. "You think this is a market square? You no longer hold any power here, so don’t shout here unless you’re begging for death!"

I froze, trembling, my eyes wide.

"Get back and sit down," he ordered.

I hesitated. "But..."

"Now!" he shouted, his voice echoing down the corridor.

I quickly backed away, my heart pounding hard, and sat down beside my father again. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

He stared at , silent, tired. The guard looked between us, his eyes still sharp. "One more sound from you," he warned, pointing at , "and I’ll make sure you don’t open that mouth again."