Claimed By The Quadruplet Bullies

FEYRE CAMPBELL.

“Freak.”

“Witch.”

“Disgusting pig!” The masculine voices behind me said and I shuddered, I had thought that I’d done everything I could to avoid them today but I was wrong.

Everywhere I turn, they’re there.

“Wait, don’t tell me,” the voice I recognized to be Reid’s got louder as the sound of footsteps resounded in my head, causing me to play out all of the terrifying things that could happen to me in just a matter of minutes.

“Are you ignoring us?” He questioned as he pulled my hair so tight that my scalp burned as his grip around my hair tightened even more.

Reid forcibly turned me around to face him, his eyes were hooded like those of a hawk as he glared at me and my stomach twisted as pain rippled through me.

Behind him were his other three brothers and their eyes glistened like a predator at the verge of having the most dangerous fun with their prey.

My teeth clattered against each other, these four are the bane to my existence, the very reason I lose sleep because I stay up all night with my body in pain and the only reason I hate myself right now.

“W— What— what can I help you with?” I stuttered as I tried to keep fragile control even though my stomach was still clenched tight and there were cold chills running down my spine.

“Are you kidding me?” Rhys laughed as he came into sight, “you think we’d ask you for help?” He added and the hallway was filled with a barrage of laughter.

I looked around in search of someone to put an end to my misery, someone to come save me but I knew within myself that even if I had someone who could save me, they wouldn’t.

Who would want to stand up to the four powerful alpha because of a pitiful being like me?

“There’s actually something you can help us with,” Rafael was the one who spoke this time and with that Reid let go of my hand as he took a step back for his brother to take over.

Panic like I’d never known before welled in my throat as Rafael bent so that I was staring into his eyes and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse.

I was the one they usually seek out whenever they wanted to have fun and usually, their kind of fun was the kind that make me go to my room with blisters and pain all over me.

My throat bobbed as usual and I tried to force down the panic in my throat but before I could bat an eyelash, a loud sound reverberated through me and pain like never before pulsated through my entire being.

What just happened? What is this?

I knew what it was because not only could I smell it, my palm was soaked with it. My jaw dropped and my mouth fell open as I stared at my blood stained palm.

My head felt hazy and light and my vision blurred as I tried to think about what had happened and what I’d done to deserve it.

The quadruplet laughed at my misery and I lifted my gaze to see Ronan with a tennis ball and racquet, he had apparently hit my head with the ball and from that range too.

I gasped, panting in terror as I stared at my bloody and shaky hands. My blood pounded as it gushed out of my head and the more blood I lost, the more every second felt like torture.

“We need to sharpen our tennis skills and we need you to practice on.” Rafael finished and I shuddered inwardly at the thought of what was about to happen to me.

He made his way back to his brother, taking the tennis ball and bat from him. Terrible regret assailed me and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Stand up, I haven’t done anything yet.” He ordered, his voice resounding in the hallway and making me tremble as I staggered to my feet.

I could barely see and my legs could barely hold me up but I knew that disobeying them would be the death of me.

Why? Just why do I have to be the only one they have to take their anger out on?

My misery was like steel weight and I felt a nauseating sinking of despair as Rafael hit the ball so hard that it sank into my stomach, spiraling for a way out but I knew really well that I dared not move an inch.

I swallowed the despair in my throat and forced my brain to think of something else so that it wouldn’t be as painful as it actually is.

My throat gave out and before I could stop myself, I spat out blood, my knees weakened and I collapsed on the ground as I held my stomach.

I felt a wretchedness of mind I’d never known before and pain engulfed me as my spirit sank even lower, “hey! Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rhys gritted, his voice heavy with anger.

“I—” more blood came out of my mouth as I tried to speak and I coughed, “I’m sorry.” I apologized as I sputtered out even more blood.

“Quit apologizing, you witch and GET THE HELL ON YOUR FEET!” He snapped and I immediately stood up, positioning myself properly so that they took turns training, using me as the wall they needed.

‘Endure it, Feyre, endure it for just a little while longer.’ My wolf encouraged me but there’s only little I could endure as hot tears trickled down my cheeks.

The tennis ball hit vital places on my body and with each hit, I saw my own life flashing right before my eyes as I struggled to remain standing until they were done.

‘Just a little while longer and you’ll be free, you can leave and choose to never come back.’ My wolf added and that was what I needed.

I closed my eyes as pain rocked me but it didn’t hurt as much when I remember I’m eighteen already and I was just waiting for the right moment to go to their parents and demand my freedom.

At eighteen, every omega gets the choice to leave and become a rogue or remain in the pack but I was more than determined to leave.

Being an omega opened the ground for me to be treated as nothing but trash and even trash gets better treatment than I do.

Ronan, Rafael, Reid and Rhys have made my life so miserable that one more day in this hell hole and I’m certain I would be dead.

“I’m bored.” Ronan’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I opened my eyes but there was only little I could see, my entire being and my heart ached with pain as they walked past me.

Just some minute to go and I’ll be out of here. I have to endure this.

I was silent, too shaken or too hurt to utter a word as they walked. My bones chilled and my blood froze until they were past me already.

“Also, I heard you intend to leave the pack?” Rafael asked from behind me and I had no idea if he wanted an answer but I picked the safer option and kept my mouth shut as my fist clenched.

“You can’t go anywhere, witch!” Ronan was the one who spoke, the word grinding between his teeth as he retracted his step until he was standing in front of me.

“We haven’t even done half of what we intend to do with you, two eyed bitch,” he grinned evilly and I swallowed as inner torment began to gnaw at me.

“It’s your own fault for being the way you are,” he continued and he spoke so viciously that I couldn’t look into his eyes out of fear, “blame the game and not the player.”

“This is your own designated hell, freak, and trust us to make it unbearable for you.” He finished before walking away.

I waited until I couldn’t hear the sound of their footsteps anymore, my entire being was frail but I struggled to get back to my room.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I winced at the reflection of myself that I saw. I could barely recognize myself and I was soaked with blood.

Managing to clean up myself, I dressed up my injuries and packed my bags before heading to see my Masters, reminding them that I’ve come of age and ready to leave.

“WHAT?!” Mara, the quadruplets mother yelled as she stormed out of her seat, “you came here to discuss such a stupid matter?!” She badgered but I couldn’t let that sway me.

After-all, like parents, like children.

“But the rule—” the way my cheeks sting and the flickers of light I saw before my eyes caused me to swallow the words right up and I looked up to see her eyes clawing at me like talons.

“And who are you to tell me about the rules?!” She yelled in anger before turning to her husband for support, “can you believe this wench?!” She added.

“Don’t stress yourself because of her, Mara,” Daniel, her husband said, “listen here, witch, rule or not, we don’t care. We own you and until we say you’re ready to go, you’re not going anywhere!” He affirmed.

This is doom. This is what Ronan meant when he called this place my designated hell.

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I ended up doing more chores than I was supposed to do and finally retiring to my room, I curled up like a ball as I let all of the tears out of my eyes.

Gulping hard, hot tears slipped down my cheeks and I sobbed until an idea presented itself to me, causing me to sit up at once.

I have to run away!

Making up my mind, I immediately packed a small bag and for the first time in a long time I felt relief washing over me when I realized how dark and silent everywhere was.

Tiptoeing, it was easy to make my way out because I spent basically all my entire life in the mansion and I already knew my way around. Finally, I made it outside and the smell of fresh air was soothing.

Shifting, I ran as fast as I could and no matter how tired I was or how much pain I was in, I didn’t stop until I saw the border ahead of me.

One more leap would take me past it and I would be forever free from the pack that has haunted me for years. Happily, I took that one leap but the dream of escaping remained but just a dream.

No. No. It can’t be. It really can’t be.

Forced to shift back, a sickening feeling of threat knotted in my stomach and I looked to see myself surrounded by four wolves.

Why? One more leap and I would have made it.

They shifted and my jaw dropped, a cold breeze blew and the tip of my ear felt cold as I stared at my nemesis but everything about them was different.

“Mate.” I muttered, surprising even myself.

It couldn’t be. There’s no way.

No. This can’t be happening to me.