Rejected, Claimed by Three Alphas

CHAPTER 4 — ONE YEAR INSIDE THE ISOLATION FORTRESS

Lucas lowered his massive frame, kneeling on one knee directly in front of Airylea. The action of the Supreme Alpha—the highest ruler of the three-Pack alliance, infamous for his ruthlessness and for never bowing to anyone in the werewolf world—left Airylea frozen in place. Lucas's large, warm, and sturdy hands reached out to hold her cold, trembling ones.

"Your body is still extremely weak after last night's miscarriage. Your womb is injured, and your wolf hormones are in chaos. If you force yourself to appear before the Packs in this condition, you will only be seen as a she-wolf driven mad by post-rejection depression and desperate for attention. Zylan currently controls public opinion throughout the territories. He has enough influence and warriors to silence you and lock you away in an isolation cave," Lucas continued, staring directly into Airylea's eyes, capturing every emotion within them.

Felix spoke from behind, crossing his powerful arms over his broad chest with a cynical smile.

"Lucas is right. Let that bastard enjoy his false victory over the news of your 'death.' Let him gather all the warriors and new hunting grounds granted by the Catrinee Pack until his Pack grows even stronger. The higher we allow him to soar, the harder his bones will shatter when we throw him back to the ground."

Kennan walked around the stone bed to the opposite side. His warm fingers once again gently brushed through Airylea's still-damp hair, his gaze filled with unmistakable possessiveness.

"Starting tomorrow, the best stylists in our clans and our alliance's personal healers will take care of you. None of us have any objection to, nor any intention of changing, this sensual and fertile body of yours, little Queen. On the contrary, we'll turn it into something deadly for your enemies. You'll learn how to walk, speak, and look at others like a female of the highest rank—one untouchable by any ancient law."

Airylea remained silent, her chest rising and falling as her breathing gradually steadied. She absorbed every cold yet logical word spoken by the three Alpha males surrounding her. They were right. If she attacked now while her body and inner wolf remained fragile, she would only destroy herself a second time.

However, when her eyes caught her reflection in the large crystal mirror inside the stone chamber, seeing her fuller arms and the weight she had gained because of the herbal remedies, memories of Zylan's disgust stabbed into her chest once more. Zylan had destroyed her because of this body. Ghea had mocked her because of her size.

Airylea looked at Lucas, Felix, and Kennan one after another, her gaze sharpening.

"I accept your plan to remain hidden. But I have one condition that is non-negotiable."

The three men raised their brows, waiting.

"I want my body back. I want to become slim, beautiful, and perfect again, just like I was when Zylan first knelt and begged for my love," Airylea said, her voice trembling with burning determination. "I don't want to return as the fertile woman he called a useless lump of flesh. I want to return with the beauty he once worshipped and use it to crush his pride before the entire Pack."

The moment they heard her request, Lucas's eyes darkened instantly, a cold aura of disapproval radiating from him. His strong jaw tightened.

"We already told you, Airylea. The three of us want the fertile body you have now. Your full curves are far more alluring than the standard of skinny she-wolves out there. We refuse to change what already belongs to us."

Kennan let out a low snort as well. The fingers resting in Airylea's hair tightened slightly, forcing her to look at him.

"I agree with Lucas. This curvy body of yours is far too irresistible to change, little Queen. You don't need to become thin because of the judgment of a bastard like your former mate."

Yet Airylea did not flinch beneath their intimidation. Instead, she leaned forward, staring directly into Lucas's eagle-like eyes and Kennan's hungry gaze.

"This isn't about Zylan's standards! It's about my own pride and my wolf's satisfaction! I want to destroy Zylan's illusion that his rejection ruined me. If you want the secrets of his territorial defenses that are stored inside my head, then allow me to reclaim my body!"

A suffocating silence immediately settled over the stone chamber.

Felix, who had been quietly observing all this time, finally exhaled and stepped forward. His sharp eyes gleamed coldly as he looked at Lucas and Kennan.

"If that's what she needs to perfect her revenge, then we have no choice but to grant it," Felix said in his usual logical and analytical tone.

He turned his gaze toward Airylea, his possessiveness unmistakable.

"However, there is a logical consequence to your decision, Airylea. Considering the condition of your womb after the miscarriage and the severe hormonal imbalance affecting your inner wolf, losing a significant amount of weight in a short period is impossible. From a healer's perspective, it could kill you."

Airylea frowned.

"Then how long will it take?"

Lucas tightened his grip around her fingers. His thumb slowly stroked the back of her hand with a dominant pressure, as if marking the boundaries of his territory.

"One year," Lucas answered in a deep, absolute voice, delivering a final decision that could not be challenged. "Three months will never be enough to restore your health while completely transforming your body. You will spend an entire year inside this fortress under the strict supervision of our personal healers so your inner energy can recover in a healthy way."

Lucas leaned closer until the scent of sandalwood and the heat of his body once again surrounded Airylea's senses.

"One year is fair. Long enough for you to become the woman you wish to be, and long enough for Felix and my intelligence network to strip away every inch of Zylan's power without him noticing. By the time you walk out of this place one year from now, Zylan Rhiber will be standing at the very peak of his success—exactly where we want him before casting him into the deepest abyss of ruin."

Kennan finally released a resigned sigh. Letting go of Airylea's hair, he brushed his thumb across her full lips, forming a smile filled with sensual intrigue.

"One year hidden away here with the three of us... just imagine how many ways we can teach you obedience, little Queen."

Airylea closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as she absorbed the atmosphere of power surrounding her. When she opened them again, her tears had completely dried, replaced by an icy determination ready to burn everything in its path.

"One year," Airylea whispered firmly. "I accept."

That night, within the darkness of the grand and luxurious isolation fortress, the identity of the oppressed Airylea Glacya Mona was completely erased from the werewolf world.

Zylan, wait for my revenge, Airylea vowed silently.