Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 248

Dominic pov

The forest is dark, endless, and it feels like it’s swallowing me whole. My feet drag across the uneven ground, each step sending a jolt of pain through my whole body. My lungs burn with every breath, and my side? Feels like someone’s taken a hot poker to it, twisting it for good measure.

“Goddamn stupid… bastard… fucking idiot,” I mutter, the words slip between clenched teeth. My voice bounces off the trees, mocking me, hitting me with the same insults I mutter, as I stumble forward, leaning on anything I can find to stay upright.

Every part of me hurts - my body, my head, my heart, my fucking soul. But none of it compares to the ache in my chest, that hollow, clawing emptiness that no amount of profanity can fill.

I should’ve stayed. No. I couldn’t stay.

Constantine doesn’t need someone like me dragging him down. I’m a curse, a goddamn walking disaster.

The pain flares in my side again, sharp enough to make me hiss and lean against a tree for support. “Son of a bitch,” I growl, slamming my fist against the bark. The rough surface bites into my skin, but I welcome it. Anything to distract from the mess inside me.

I press a hand to my ribs. The wound’s mostly closed, but it’s messy, ugly, and it won’t stop reminding me of everything I’ve lost. Including him - Constantine.

His name is a curse and a prayer all in one.

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the memory of his face wash over me - the way he looked at me, angry but still him. The way his voice sounded when he said my name. “Dominic.” It’s like I can still hear it, echoing in my head, pulling me back to him even when I know I can’t go back.

I open my eyes and force myself to move again, every step heavier than the last.

He doesn’t need me. He deserves better. Better than a half-broken creature like me, barely holding on, dragging his messes into Constantine’s life and calling it love.

The wind picks up, cold and biting, and I let out a bitter laugh. “Guess even the universe thinks I’m a joke, huh?” I say to no one, my voice rough and raw.

The trees creak in response, their shadows stretch across the ground like twisted hands reaching for me, all of them wanting to get a piece of the broken flesh I carry on my bones.

“Go ahead,” I snarl, swinging a hand at the empty air. “Take me. Finish the goddamn job!”

But nothing happens. Just more wind, more shadows, more silence.

I stumble over a root, falling to my knees with a grunt. My hands hit the dirt, and for a moment, I stay there, my head hanging low, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I’m so fucking tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of hoping. Tired of pretending that I’m anything more than a monster.

“Constantine,” I whisper, the name slips out before I can stop it. It’s a prayer this time, quiet and desperate. But there’s no answer. There never will be.

I press my forehead against the ground, the cool earth grounds me in a way nothing else can. It’s almost peaceful, lying here in the dirt, letting the weight of the world press down on me. But peace isn’t for someone like me, so I push myself up, swaying as I get to my feet. The forest spins for a moment, and I close my eyes, waiting for it to settle before I start moving again.

The hunters aren’t far now.

I know the path like the back of my hand, every twist and turn burned into my memory. I used to walk this way with confidence, my head held high, ready to spill blood without a second thought. Now, it’s just a means to an end. Because once I get there, it’ll be over. They’ll kill me, of course. They’ll make it slow, make it hurt, but I don’t care. I’ll let them. I deserve it.

My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I push through the trees, the ache in my side growing worse with every step. My head feels light, my vision blurring at the edges, but I keep going. Because what else is there? There’s no Constantine waiting for me. No future. No point.

I laugh again, the sound sharp and bitter. “Gods, I’m pathetic,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Can’t even die without making it a fucking spectacle.”

The shadows around me grow darker, the trees close in as the path narrows. My legs feel like lead, my body screams at me to stop, but I can’t. Not now, not when the end is so close. I stumble again and my shoulder slams into a tree. The pain explodes through me, but I grit my teeth and keep moving.

The hunters’ camp isn’t far now. I can almost smell the smoke from their fires, and hear the distant murmur of voices. It’s funny, in a twisted kind of way. Once, I was one of them. Now, I’m walking straight into their arms, knowing damn well they’ll tear me apart.

I stumble into a clearing, the moonlight spills down and illuminates me like I’m some pretty fucking story princess, swirling around here in a dance. The ground here is littered with broken branches, scorched earth, and memories I’d rather forget. I stand there for a moment, swaying on my feet, my breath coming in harsh gasps. This is it. This is where it ends.

For the first, I feel something close to relief. Because once I step into that camp, once the hunters get their hands on me, I won’t have to feel this pain anymore. I won’t have to think about Constantine, about what I lost. About the fact that I’m nothing but a broken, cursed mess who can’t even hold onto the one good thing in his life.

I take a step forward, my foot crunching against the debris on the ground, but then, suddenly, I stop. Because a voice cuts through the darkness, soft but clear. “Dominic.”

I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest. It’s not real. It can’t be real.

But the voice comes again, stronger this time, and I swear to the gods, it sounds like him. “Dominic.”

My knees buckle, and I fall to the ground, clutching at my chest as the pain overwhelms me. It’s not real. It’s not real. But gods, I wish it was. I pant for breath, the pain in my chest intensifies as black dots cloud my vision and the darkness comes, enveloping me in its comfort.