MATED TO THREE, OWNED BY ONE

“When you get inside, make sure to loosen your rope and lay on your knees. Your p**** should face upward. Make sure you are facing the west side. Don’t you dare look him in the eyes if you wish to survive.” Mrs. Grant, the head maids and healer, advised me. Or perhaps it was more of a warning. All I could hear from her words was, “if you wish to survive,” her words made it clear that my survival had no guarantees. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please,” I whispered through tears, looking at her with pleading eyes. She stared at me for a brief moment. I caught a faint hint of pity in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness, making my heart sink. “If you don’t want to die, then follow my advice. If you are lucky , you will survive,” she said again, spreading my legs apart to apply the strange moisture that tickled my folds. “You don’t understand, do you? I’m of royal blood. I’m—” I tried to explain who I was, but I was cut off by her sudden movement as she applied the moisture. “I’m sorry, but now you are nothing but a slave. Your royal blood holds no value,” she said, standing up and wiping her hands with a handkerchief. “Wear this scent. It will help to reduce the pain,” she said, tossing the remaining moisture at me and pointing at my neck. “Pain of death,” I whispered to myself bitterly. “The guards will be here any moment. Remember what I told you.” She gave me one last look before leaving the room. was only ten percent, I still wanted to live. I wanted to escape this cruel world. Just as the healer had said, within five minutes the guards led me to the beast's chamber. I could hear his growl from afar. Even the guards wore worried expressions. Here I was, walking toward my death. Somehow, I was meant to be scared, but I didn’t know why I was getting wet. The closer I got to the growl, the hornier I became. I blamed it all on the moisture the healer had given me. In the blink of an eye, I was pushed inside the dark chamber. The guards quickly locked the door and hurried away. I turned away from the door and looked around. All I could hear was heavy breathing. Just when I thought I was going to survive an extra second, a pair of golden eyes suddenly glowed in the darkness, staring deep into me like a grim reaper. My legs gave way, not out of submission but from fear. One question came to my mind as I waited for my death. To make matters worse, I had lost my wolf. I was wolfless. How did everything become this way? Two days ago, I was a princess, excited about getting my wolf and finding my mate. Yeah, the mate part sucked. Two Days Ago, Before I Became a Slave “Celine, hurry up. You don’t want to miss the smoke ceremony.” Henry, my older brother, screamed from the closed door. “Give me an extra five minutes. I promise I will be out,” I shouted back with a chuckle. Not everyone has the opportunity to make their elder brother wait for them at the door at every occasion, but here I was, making the most desired and handsome prince wait for me like my guard. “Hurry then,” he shouted back, more like a snort. “Okay,” I whispered to myself, applying the cherry fruit to my lips. Oops, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Celine Stone, the Alpha’s daughter of the Grey Moon Pack. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and I’m so excited. I’m going to finally get my wolf, find my mate, and be crowned queen of the pack in a few days. I know a woman is never crowned when there is a male child, but that is my parents’ decision. Since the age of three, I’ve been trained to carry responsibility, take decisions, and engage in economics and politics. My parents trained me in all of it. I won’t forget my brother. He has been of great help, teaching me swordsmanship and a lot more. I whispered those words of confidence to my reflection in the mirror, my confidence boosting to fifty percent. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror, taking a closer look to make sure nothing was missing. I smoothed the wrinkled part of my dress. “Miss, you look beautiful,” my personal maid, Clara, whispered softly with a smile. “I know.” I winked at her playfully before walking out of the room, while the maid followed closely behind. “Finally decided to step out,” Henry growled. “How do I look?” I asked, turning around, my eyes shining brightly at him as I waited for the best compliment. He looked at me for a few seconds and nodded with a proud smile. “You look beautiful as ever, but why do I feel that you are dressing more for Ethan than for your future mate?” He took my hand in his palm as we walked away from my room to the ritual hall. “He’s my future, Ethan.” “You don’t know that,” he said with a hint of disgust in his tone. For long, Henry had never liked Ethan, ever since the day my dad brought him in and also made him the Commander-in-Chief recently. Henry’s hatred for him had increased. “I can feel it. What if I told you I had a dream, and in that dream, I was mated to him?” “I pray the Moon Goddess declines your dream,” he grumbled the words out in annoyance. “Why do you hate him so much?” “I feel he’s a bad guy.” “But he’s good to me,” I argued back. Apart from being my best friend, Ethan has always been one of my greatest supporters in the pack. “What if I say everything is a facade?” “You can’t judge anyone.” “I pray you find the right mate.” “No one is ever right for you,” I murmured out in frustration. He never found anyone in the pack suitable for me. For the first time, I was becoming irritated with his actions. “Wait, do you want to be my mate?” I asked, catching both of us off guard. It was meant to be my thought; I didn’t know when I blurted it out. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm your brother," henry said giving me a light tap on my forehead lightening the awkward mood. "But you sounded like you are in love with me " I teased "Silly girl, cover your veil" he reminded me with a light smile on his face Henry gave a soft knock on the ground door, within five seconds the door was pushed open from the inside. All eyes turned to us as we walked inside. I was really nervous, especially with how fixed everyone’s eyes fixed on me. Henry held my hands, giving them a light squeeze as we made our way toward the circle. “You don’t need to be nervous,” Henry whispered. “Thank you.” Henry nodded at me before letting go of my hands and going to sit besides our parents. I lifted my eyes slowly to the throne and found my father smiling down at me with pride. My mom nodded at me as an approval to take my step. I couldn’t help but let out a smile, even though they couldn’t see my face through the thick veil. Who could have thought that by the end of they day my life would turn upside down.