Alphas Before Flower

***Eowyn’s POV*** "Eowyn here is a slave, an omega. Put your payment on her and she is yours!" I clung to the iron bars of the cage, my heart pounded and the cold gave me goosebumps. It was cold and I was without a cloth. Here, my nakedness is part of the marketing strategy. There were close to ten alphas here, and the next phase of my slavery depended on their wishes. "100 werewolf’s teeth for her. I'll add her to be my eleventh wife, get a son from her and put her in my pack," the first alpha said, his eyes gleaming with desire as he walked around the cage. All I could do was sigh and wish for a better offer. "10 Luna’s teeth! With her broad hips and sturdy breast, she will be one of my whores in my brothel where male wolves come to release tension," another alpha declared with a cruel smirk. "Over my dead body!" I muttered. "I am into the slave trade. I will feed her for a week and sell her when she is a bit fatter. I will give you half the selling price," the last alpha stated coldly. "Well, that’s better. There is a chance for escape." I lowered my head in shame, feeling the weight of their words crashing down on me. How had I ended up here, at the mercy of these monsters? I used to be a princess, a daughter to an alpha who led a big pack. The memories of my past were about to dawn on me when a voice broke through the noises of the bar. "50 alphas teeth! We will purchase her to serve in the three alpha dynasty." "We?" I lifted my head in astonishment, my eyes widening as I saw three men walking in through the entrance. They hadn’t been inside before they made the declaration, yet the dominion in their voice preceded them. All through the land, we have always heard of the Three Alphas, triplets that rule the Three Alphas’ Dynasty, but this was the closest I have seen them. The men in the bar bowed their heads, even alphas. They have claimed time over time that they were the alpha of alphas, only to be met by criticism; but it seemed all true. As they came close, I saw their relatedness; they were just as they were spoken of. "Who dare go against us?" another of the triplets growled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. Now, they stood before the cage and I lowered my head. One of them removed his cloak, folded it and threw it into the cage. I immediately picked it up and wrapped it around myself. "Yes, who dare go against us?" another said and this time I raised my head. They had turned to face the crowd, with one of them pacing to and fro as he spoke. "We love to show it wherever we go, that we are alphas of all alphas in existence and we have heard news about some of you going against the claim. You want to fight it out, now is the time; you may not have another go. We want her, who dare defy us?" I have heard of the triplets who had diverse characteristics; one fervent in war, one in speech, and one in tactics. They were fully representing all that I had heard of them. Could they be my new owner? I would be glad. But at what cost? "No one, my lords!" My slaver shouted and approached with the key as he opened the cage. He accepted the payment (some alpha teeth) that was handed over by one of the alphas. The chain was removed from my neck, and I was handed over to one of the three alphas who now owned me. As I stood before him, my heart raced with fear, I felt a mix of relief and apprehension. What would become of me now? Would my fate be even worse in the hands of these powerful alphas? Will I be resold, used in a ritual, or I will serve as one of them had said? One after the other, they walked out. And hand in hand, I followed the one that held me out of the bar. There was a lot to look forward to as we have heard that in the dynasty; THERE WAS NO SINGLE WOMAN. WILL I BE THE FIRST? The Dynasty was known to be a fort for warriors only who would fight to defend the place. I hope I won’t end up in an orgy! *** As if I was drugged, I woke up the following day on a wooden surface. Still, with the cloak I was given around my body. The room was large and empty. I had missed the journey and it saddened my heart that I knew not the route to the dynasty. As I walked out of the room into the hall of the Dynasty, my eyes widened at the sight before me. The fortress walls were high and imposing, surrounded by pillars of shining gold that seemed to glow in the morning light. Looking out through the window, the city beyond was filled with golden houses that sparkled like jewels in the distance. The Dynasty was just as it was written about; A city of gold and power. Before I could take in more of the breathtaking view, the door suddenly swung open and a man strode in. He moved with a confidence that immediately set me on edge, and before I could react, he grabbed me around the waist. "I am General Lukos," he declared, his grip tightening as I struggled to break free. "I control the Dynasty army of wolves. Marry me and I will ensure that no other man touches you." Shock and fear churned in my stomach as I continued to push against him, but his strength was overpowering. Just as I thought I could fight no more, the sound of approaching footsteps made him release me, and I stumbled backward as he took his place among the other generals who had filled the hall. I stood there as they all stared at me. They were big with amber eyes which shimmered and caused my heart to attempt to break out of my ribcage. I need not to be told that they were wolfic warriors. From the left flank of the hall, the triplets entered the hall and took their seats on the three golden thrones that were placed on the dais before the men who were gathered. It was the second time I would see them and I stared again, wanting to find a means to identify them. We knew their names; Fenrir, Ragnar, and Hrothgar, but no one knew their order, nor which is which. One was tall with a suave intensity in his piercing blue eyes. His dark hair fell in waves around his angular face, and his strong jawline spoke of power and authority. Another was built like a mountain with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. His red-gold hair was cropped short, framing his chiseled features and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through me. The third was the most mysterious of the three. His silver hair cascaded down his back in a mane of curls, and his icy grey eyes held a depth of knowledge and wisdom beyond his years. His presence exuded a calm and quiet strength that drew me in despite my fear. I stood there, knowing not what to do; to leave or stay. One of them raised his hand and the court began. "My lords, there are pressing needs. Wars, meetings with other kingdoms, negotiation and all," an old man said, his voice trembling with age. "But I will speak on this first. The Dynasty is said to have progressed because of the absence of a weak link. But you have purchased a slave, a woman. This has caused a ruckus over the night as wolves have started claiming her. They fought. Please send her away." I stood there, feeling the weight of their gazes upon me. I was just a pawn in their game, a piece to be moved around at their will. I had no say in what was about to happen to me. The alpha with silver hair spoke, "Thank you, wise one. But Eowyn was bought to show our dominion. The Dynasty keeps what belongs to it and we will keep her." The wise man spoke up again, his voice filled with concern. "King Hrothgar…But the warriors are fighting over her, even lords are about to bid." For a while, I forgot my predicament. I forgot my present situation as a slave who had once been bought, sold, bought, and sold again. I forgot I was about to be thrown out again. All I did was revel in the joy in my heart – I knew one of the triplet’s names. The same one held my hand as I walked out of the bar wherein I was about to lose my dignity – his name was Hrothgar. As I stared at Hrothgar, another of the triplets stood to his feet and walked close to the edge of the dais, "Let every man take their eyes off her. She will clean my chambers." I suddenly looked at him. Something was brewing and I could not define it. Why his chamber? The third alpha interjected, "She will clean the royal court only. She belongs to the dynasty." A silent battle of wills seemed to be raging between the alphas, each of them vying for control over me. I felt like a helpless bystander caught in the middle of a power struggle. "My kings!" the old man shouted. He seemed to be a respected advisor and at the moment, I didn’t know what I was going to term him. "This teen wolf here will cause a ruckus in the dynasty. We have male omegas that can clean the dynasty. There are women in the pit, throw her there and end this now!" My heart jumped and for the first time, I began to see that my fate lay in the efficiency of the old man’s word. There were women like me in the pit? So the pit was true. We have always wondered how the dynasty procreates and made more men. Now I know. Will I end there? I wondered. When Hrothgar stood, I heaved heavily. "Many were there when we bought her. We claimed she would serve in the dynasty, and not in the pit. She will clean the royal court and that is final. Step out, Eowyn." I obeyed, stepping out of the room as instructed. As I made my way out, my mind was racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. King Hrothgar seemed to be the eldest of the three – another myth I just found out. Also, I couldn’t help but feel pity for the women in the pit. I wished to see them. I wish there was a thing I could do. Close to the door that would see me out of the hall, I turned and I saw the Lord's eyes all over me. Then there were the triplets, staring as though I were a goddess they paid homage to. I have been a slave for ten years. In slavery I attained puberty. In slavery, my wolf died within me. Are the triplets of the Dynasty into me? "I could get my world back with their help. This could be an interesting harem for me," I muttered as I stepped out of the hall.