Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 155

Ashley pov

After the eventful evening I had with facing the hunters, Dominic and pulling information from Constantine, I was so tied, I went to bed without having a bite of food.

A few hours later, I woke up starving, but since I couldn't get over the feeling of being drained of energy, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again.

Now, my eyes suddenly shoot open and I realize I might have been awoken by a bad dream. I'm drenched in sweat, my heart is hammering in my chest and even my hands are shaking.

As I try to suck in a few deeper breaths, I feel like my lungs are set on fire with every inhale.

But other than that, it's not the only thing that is wrong with me now. Glancing at the window, I see it's still dark outside and the window itself hasn't been touched. In that case.. Why do I feel this weird weight on my chest? It seriously feels like someone's sitting on top of me.

I try to lift my hands, but my body doesn't follow the command, so I try to ignore the frustration building within me. “You won't be able to move, I have you pinned,” someone whispers in the darkness.

I'm scared beyond means, but I still manage to question whoever has entered my room. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

The weight on my chest shifts, only a little bit, until I'm face to face with someone who has pitch black liquid oozing from his mouth.

And the smile he offers, damn it, it's even creepier than anything I've seen before. “Not who, but what. As for why, well, I’m here because you have so much energy to feed off that I couldn’t resist myself even if I tried. You’re just so tempting,” he slurs, almost like he’s high or drunk on something.

I desperately want to reach for the light switch and flick it on to see the person fully, but my limbs don’t listen to my silent commands, so I’m left at the creature’s mercy.

When I finally manage to part my lips, I try to scream, but not a sound leaves me, almost like he has taken my voice and would give it back only when he deems it necessary. I hate this. Hate this so much.

The last thing I want to be is a victim, but as the days go by, I can’t help but wonder why is it my life that’s going all the possible ways wrong. Why must it be me, who can’t spend a single day in peace, without hiding or running away?

When I was a child, I envied other kids because they could run around and play freely, while I had to learn how to do laundry by hand. Then, as I grew up, I envied maids, who were doing the bare minimum and got paid, while I ended up with whipping if I didn’t dust the way the king liked. And now that I’ve managed to escape that nightmare, I envy people who just live, without thinking about what horrors tomorrow might bring.

Call me a whiny bitch, I don’t care anymore. I will start whining and crying if that means I could get out of this mess and just live. Even just existing in peace would be better than this.

As my mind drifts to different places, I don’t notice how the monster above me has leaned in so close, his mouth is hovering over mine until he speaks up and his breath tickles my lips. “You’re so tempting, it’s hard to restrain myself from sucking the last life power out of you. Just like this, I could leave you dead, your lifeless body laying here without anyone having an idea about what might have happened.”

I suck in a sharp breath just as he does the same, but the only difference between the action is that he’s sucking some weird glow out of me while I’m desperately trying to force my lungs to work again.

“I won’t take everything, don’t worry. You’re so delicious, I know I won’t be able to resist from coming back and getting seconds. For that, you need to live and build up what I’m about to take.” He grins even wider and sucks in another breath.

My eyes flutter closed, my head is dizzy and I feel like I really need to sleep. I can’t get even that since the moron slaps my cheek a couple of times until I look at him again. “There, there, don’t go to sleep just yet. I didn’t take all, you have some left within you. If you fall asleep, you might as well be as good as dead now. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t take the easy way out.”

Somehow, there’s still enough energy left in my body to produce tears that well up in my eyes and slowly slide down the sides of my face. The monster itself slowly wipes them off and speaks again, still the same grin across his lips. “Don’t cry little food bank, there’s no reason to cry. In life, everyone has their place, even animals eat other animals, so you don’t have anything to worry about. This is but the cycle of life. I take, you give. And unlike others, I keep you alive, so it’s not like you won’t wake up to see another morning ever again.”

His words only make more tears to escape my eyes and for a while, he still attempts to wipe them away and calm me down, but since none of his efforts really work, eventually he gives up.

I know the exact moment when he’s done with my crying, because the weight disappears from my chest and his presence disappears from the room.

Left alone, I struggle to wrap my mind around what just happened. Even worse, eventually I realize that I know that voice, I’ve heard it before and the presence doesn’t feel unknown either.