*Tristan*

They are holding me down, beating me, monsters with hideous smiles and cackling laughter. I want to kick at them, strike out with flailing fists, but I have no arms, I have no legs. Nothing. I can do nothing, not even roll. Everything is pressing in. My chest is going to cave in. I can’t breathe.

I hear the whimpering, the fading cries for help. They are coming from me. They are not coming from me. They stop, and that terrifies me even more.

“I’m a bet. You can’t treat me like this ! I’m a beta. My father was an Alpha. My brother’s an Alpha”.

But they only...