Torn Between Her Alphas

AMELIA

 Tahoe, twenty-six months ago

 I wondered how long it would take to die. So this was how I died- so brutal- burn to ashes. What did I do to deserve this? Was this what it felt like to be trapped in hell for eternity?

 Smoke and fire were the only things I could see, obliterating the home where I grew up.

 "Help!" I screamed out loud as I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them as I watched the fiery flames devour my bedroom door, leaving me no way to escape. The crackling sound was horrifying.

 I was the weakest, the tiniest in the pack. At sixteen, I couldn't even call myself a werewolf as I hadn't shifted yet, which always got me bullied.

 Tears blurred my eyes. Thick smoke began suffocating my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Sweat covered my whole body as heat seemingly slowly melted my skin.

 I'd never been so terrified in my entire life until today as the flames began crawling over the pink carpeted floor. In point of fact, I didn't want to die this way. If I only had another chance, but there was no other option. I didn't make miracles. Though I prayed to the Moon Goddess, she wasn't listening anymore.

 "Zeph! Mom! Dad! Please, help!" I coughed furiously. I could no longer see anything in my room.

 Windows. I swiftly turned to the window, it was covered with a huge flame, too.

 "I'm so sorry." I laid back in bed and curled myself into a ball, accepting my fate. As I endured the pain, I kept the beautiful memories in my thoughts before the fire began licking my skin, and what it was like a hot molten ball of fire struck me from behind, exploding my lungs.

 I arched my back and clutched my shirt, gasping as an excruciating pain erupted in my chest. My eyes were cracked wide as I stared up at the burning ceiling.

 Was this what it felt like to be burned alive?

 I crawled off the burning bed, and then out of nowhere, I smelled pines. For a split second, a strong wind roared in a rush and charged through the room.

 A tall man with flowy long white hair appeared. I couldn't see his face, but I was sure he was a man. The last thing I heard was an airy and soft voice before I passed out. "You're not going to die today."

***

I woke up dripping with sweat. My entire body felt like burning from the inside, yet I was shivering, and chilling from the outside. I licked my dry lips, as parched as if I was left to die somewhere in the desert.

 How was I still alive? Was I still alive? I heard murmurs from behind the walls. I turned and twisted in bed. My chest was so painful that it was run over by a truck, and flattened by a roller.

 When my body trembled again, I mumbled, "Mom."

 The door creaked, and someone came in- it was my adoptive brother. I could smell his scent-a woodsy, musky, and spiced. Then I felt a hand on my forehead.

 "Amelia, can you hear me?"

 "Z-Zeph?"

 "Yes, it's me." The mattress shifted. "I'm glad you're awake now."

 "How long?"

 "Three days. You were at the hospital for three days, but even Mom couldn't figure out what was going on with you. We can't risk you getting poked by the doctors and finding out our secret, so we brought you to the pack house. You're in my room."

 "I thought I died." My teeth tattered.

 "Me, too. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you when it happened." Zeph held my hand.

 "You were saving the world. You saved it." My brother was with Alpha Ryden trying to save our world from a monster Cyrius. I was glad they did.

 "What happened, Am?"