ENSLAVED TO THE HYBRID ALPHA QUAD BROTHERS

A THREAT

Kaia

In one night, my life changed in an instant. My mate, Matteo, Alpha Beckett's son, had died a night prior to our mating ceremony. Alpha Beckett had strongly believed I was the cause and ordered my death by hanging.

My best friend, Adalyn, had overheard this and told me. Knowing I couldn't change Alpha Beckett's mind no matter what, I did the one thing I thought could save me at the time: I ran. Maybe I should have stayed. Then, I wouldn't be here.

"Ouch," I winced, retracting my ankle from Cali's hands. Alpha Cali had carried me up to my room. When he saw that my ankle was swollen, he got some ointment and helped apply it.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'll try to apply it a bit gentler. Unfortunately, I don't have healing powers like Pliar, so this is the best option we have."

"I appreciate you doing this for me. It must be burdensome."

Cali takes my swollen ankle into his hands as he continues reapplying the ointment. "Nothing about you is burdensome. You're part of the pack."

For the first time that night, I felt more than an outsider or a means to the throne. I felt like a person.

"Try not to move around so much so that the ointment can kick in," he adds. "Some maids will be assigned to you. If you need anything, let them know."

"Thank you."

As soon as Cali was out the door, my mind went to Matteo once more as I couldn't stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I must have cried myself to sleep because when I'd woken up, it was morning.

"Are you up now, Kaia?" Serena, my wolf, asked. "Your eyes are all puffy from crying."

A knock on the door was heard. Who could it be early this morning? Cali? "Come in."

The door was thrown open as three omega maids walked in. Two out of the three were carrying a rack into the room as the third approached me.

She bows. "Greetings, my lady. I'm Alicia, your personal maid. I was told to prepare you for breakfast in the next thirty minutes."

My gaze follows the rack the other two maids had just brought in. "May I ask what those are, Alicia?"

"Those are your clothes. Alpha Xendith had bought them last night. Do you need help freshening up?"

Was she asking to bathe me?

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I heard your ankle was hurt, that's why I asked," she adds.

"Oh, my ankle is..." My voice trailed off as I twisted my ankle around to discover that it was all healed. "Surprisingly healed. I can freshen up by myself. Thank you."

"Then, I'll wait out front for you."

With that said, Alicia and the two maids took their exit. Yesterday, I was in a trance about my situation that I hadn't noticed how huge my room was.

It was way different from the omega house I lived in while in the Buckmoon pack. It slowly started to dawn on me that in this pack, I wasn't just an omega but their future Luna. A life I never envisioned would be possible for me.

After freshening up, I moved to the rack to pick out a dress. Each dress was a flail gown of different colors. The texture of each gown screamed royalty that the thought of putting it on made me anxious.

It made me scared that I was receiving so much from the brothers already when there wasn't an assurance that I could be the "mate" that would help them claim the throne.

To be honest, if I couldn't be the "mate" they wanted, they could always get another. But what would become of me? Alpha Beckett was still out there, and moreover, I had nowhere else to go.

A knock against the door interrupts my thought as Alicia walks in. "It's time, my lady."

"Oh?" I had completely forgotten. Alicia said she would be waiting for me. Randomly picking a red gown from the rack, I threw it on. "I'm ready."

"Then shall we?" Alicia led the way as we walked down the third floor.

"Isn't the dining room downstairs?" I asked.

"No, it isn't," she responds. "The pack house is divided into three floors. We're currently on the third floor. This floor is strictly for alphas and their mates. Betas and omegas are only allowed to come to this floor when called for."

"The second floor is for betas while the first floor is for omegas," Alicia continued. "The alphas are the only ones with access to all floors, but that doesn't mean they should dine downstairs where omegas dine."

I understood Alicia's point. They were making each floor show each ranking. It was intimidating, but I admired the fact that the omegas of this pack got to live within the packhouse.

Back in Buckmoon pack, omegas had to use their own money to build houses for themselves, and it had to be far away from the packhouse since Alpha Beckett always claimed to hate the scent of omegas.

We come to a stop in front of a golden door. Alicia bows. "I'll be getting off this floor now. I hope you enjoy your meal."

"Thank you for escorting me, Alicia."

"I was just doing my job, my lady."

Once Alicia was gone, I took a deep breath as I pushed the golden door open. The four alpha brothers were seated around a table filled with varieties of dishes. Making my way towards the table, I took a seat.

The silence around the table was uncomfortable. Deciding to break the silence, I turned to face Xendith. "Thank you for the dress rack."

"I'm glad you wear them well," he responds. "I thought they wouldn't fit."

"You thought that because you don't know the first thing about women, Xendith," one of the brothers says.

"I'm Aklan," he introduces, pointing over to the last quad whose name I don't know yet, "and that guy frowning over there is Pliar. You might never get to know his name, so let me do the honors."

"You look very beautiful in that red dress, Kaia," Aklan adds. "But I bet you'd look even gorgeous without it."

"Keep your s*xist comment to yourself, Aklan," Pliar says. "We're at the dining table."

Winking at me, a smirk splays across Aklan's lips. "Let's continue this discussion after breakfast, Kaia."

Please, let's not.

"Kaia, how is your ankle, by the way?" Cali asks.

"It's all healed up. The ointment you applied last night works like magic."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Pliar bangs his fist against the table. "We're here to eat, so can you keep your little talks until later?"

He points at me. "And you. I'm sure you are way in over your head as you have Xendith, Cali, and Aklan trying to please you, but not me. You have less than 40 hours to make yourself a believable mate to our mother, so start working on it."

Springing up to his feet, Pliar strongly declares, "And if you fail, consider your stay here over."