Offered to the Triplet Alphas novel Chapter 3

[Xanthea]

The engine gave out a majestic roar as an unknown car drifted right between me and Nikolai’s car. An ugly screech of the tires against the asphalt, left behind bold tire marks on the road. Then the car raced right at Nikolai’s car.

I gasped as my heart pounded horrifyingly at the sight.

Two other cars zoomed in, flanking Nikolai’s car from the rear.

The three cars trapping Nikolai’s car decelerated until all the four cars came to a stop. The rev of their engines rattled me to my bones.

The loud thunder cracked in the dark cloudy sky, snapping me out of my paralysis. I scrambled to my shaking legs. Limping, I tried to get away from all of them as far away as I could get.

Nathalia glared at me, but the crowd rushed towards the four cars. Using the other as a facade, I tore through the crowd.

I hadn’t even covered halfway to the graveyard when it started pouring down.

By the time I was in the graveyard, my body was struggling to breathe. The numbness made the pain stand out even more.

The cold of the rain caressed the pain throbbing in every inch of my body. As if through the rain, my mother was telling me to pull myself together and keep moving forward.

‘It is in times like this the conviction of one’s dreams is tested and it is the turning point in one’s life. What you decide at that moment either makes you or breaks you.’

My mother’s words came to me and I don’t know how, but I pulled myself to the hospital. For the first time in my life, I used the money Alpha had been sending to get myself treated as best as the hospital could offer.

The x-rays showed my ulna was broken and there was a hairline fracture in my wrist. It would take at least a week to heal with the best medication available. Alpha’s healed faster, but omegas had weaker healing abilities.

There was no miracle I could perform to heal my hand, so while I stayed in the hospital that night, I practised bubbling the circles with my left hand. During the exams we gave our answers by bubbling the one of four option bubbles which we believe to be the correct answer to the question.

After the night’s practice, I was able to bubble the circles.

The next morning, I left the hospital and took a taxi back home with my plastered hand. The doctors said I should stay in bed for at least a week for proper healing. But I convinced them to prescribe me some best painkillers to get me through the day.

I was working completely on painkillers. I just had to go through this day and the exam. After that, I could finally rest a little after four years of working tirelessly.

The exams would start in the afternoon. I reached the centre an hour before. The organisers of the exams asked about my hand and all I told them was I met with an accident.

It was a three-hour exam with all objective type questions. One out of the four options was right. One hour into the exams and I was struggling with my broken hand and left hand. Two hours and I was halfway through the questions. The effect of the painkiller was fading away. I solved questions through the pain.

The organiser entered my room and strolled to me. She leaned in and whispered.

“Please come with me outside,” she said.

“Out? But I still have one hour—”

“Please, just come out. You are not eligible to give this exam anymore.”

I froze at her words. At that moment, it felt like my entire world had come crashing down.

“W-what? But why? I filled everything—”

“Please, just come out with me. Don’t disturb the other candidates.”

I bit back my tears.

“I will. Please, just let me complete this exam. This really means everything to me. Please?”