Mated To The Lycan Triplets.

3.

Time seemed to stop for that moment. The pounding of my heart in my ears drowned out all other sounds as I gazed at him, transfixed by the pool of blue orbs.

What sort of fate was this? I was mated to such a cruel person? I might not know him personally, but the stories I heard about all of them were so bad. Not trying to be judgy.

At that moment, he took a step forward and reclined, placing a hand on my head. Holy moly. My breath seemed to stop. The only light in the hallway was from a little glow in my room, so the moment he leaned, I could perfectly see his features.

Long, dark lashes framed his stunning eyes and he had a strong jawline. Raven locks fell across his brow in perfection.

He lifted his long fingers and took a handful of my purple hair in it, twirling it around his fingertips.

"Name?" He asked, his voice deep and rich like melted chocolate.

"Velicia Samuel," I stuttered like a stunned fool, swallowing hard under his stare. Control yourself, you fool, I scolded myself.

A smirk appeared on his lips that was shaped like a Cupid's bow. "What are you doing here? Your face is unfamiliar," His voice was a bit calm but his face showed no emotions.

Can he also feel that I was his mate? Does he plan to reject me?

"I'm a new slave, and I was just heading to my room. Once again, sorry for stepping on your feet. It wasn't intentional," I said, finding it difficult to tear my eyes from his face.

His blue eyes darkened like a stormy sea as his hands clenched, veins popping out. I wondered which statement from me got that reaction.

"Slave?" He whispered in a low, resonant voice. I could hear a chuckle from him, and gosh, I couldn't feel my breath for a second.

He stood upright and walked away. I finally released the long breath I held. I have seen him in pictures, and I could recognize him among three of them because of the thin silver chain around his long neck; he wears it in all his pictures.

What was his name, though? I had forgotten it. Rosa only spoke about their names once, but I wasn't really interested. If I hadn't been so intimidated by his presence, I would have asked for his name.

I turned around and shakily reached for my room door handle, opening it and tumbling within. I needed to take a long night's sleep.

Well, I guess that was a little too long.

***

"You overslept, Miss," I heard a stern voice above me. My heavy eyelids shot open to see the fuming face of Tracy.

Shit, I woke up late. And now, I guess I will have to serve my punishment.

I stood up, feeling a little pain in my lap. She had really hit me quite hard.

"Clean yourself up, you are going to the kitchen," she instructed.

I slowly nodded as she walked away from me with a frown on her face. Was that all? I was expecting her to yell at me and tell me to clean all the cars, but that didn't happen.

“Ah,” I winced as I stood up from the hard mattress I slept on. The sun illuminated the space, then I realized I was actually sleeping in a very tiny room. It was more of a studio than a room.

I had to use cold water to take my bath. I had no courage to complain about it because…

“You are a slave, duh,” My wolf hissed.

“Thanks for the confirmation,” I internally rolled my eyes at her.

I didn't hear her again.

I walked out of my room with a sigh, and out of the slaves' lodge, walking into the mansion. My mind flashed back to last night. That annoyingly handsome man.

Suddenly, I began perceiving the strong scent I had detected yesterday. I knew it would be another one of the brothers.

If I was mated to that one, what about this one? Moon Goddess, I feel so confused right now.

I could smell strawberries and blueberries in the air. As I walked into the kitchen, the smell of berries grew stronger. A tall man was standing with his back to me, hands in his pockets. His long hair was tied neatly at the base of his neck.

When he turned at the sound of me entering, my heart stopped. His eyes were a stormy gray color, like a big cloud before a rain. They looked right at me with an intense stare. Below was a strong nose and full lips.

He looked just like the first one, except that he gave off an unapproachable vibe. His face, his demeanor…

“Aww, our second mate looks just as dashing!” A voice squealed in my head, disrupting my thought.

“Second mate?” I frowned.

“Yes, missy. You are mated to the triplets,” she completed. It was at this moment my heart actually dropped.

How was I mated to the triplets? Was I trapped in some kind of history book or something? I only heard of such reverse harem from my parents. What did my parents not tell me??

Oh Lord!

My eyes were wide open as I subconsciously gazed at him in shock that I missed the frown that graced his brow over my expression.

This was too much to process in less than twenty-four hours. My pack was raided, I was kidnapped, turned into a maid, and now, I was mated to the dreaded triplets.

Although they were absolutely striking and irresistible, they were still monsters. A wave of anger filled me suddenly.

I grimaced, my expression turning to ire. I walked off over to the wide sink and I began to wash the dirty plates. Goodness, the dishes were small and filled with so many leftovers. Did they even eat?

“Two offenses committed at a spot,” his voice cut through, startling me. It was very similar to his brother’s, except it was intense and infuriating. “Staring right into your master's face, and failing to greet your master first thing in the morning. Off to a bad start already?”

My eyes grew wide as I snapped my head at the beautiful yet bewildering man before me.

“I guess?” Was the first thing that slipped out. And I utterly regretted it. But would I apologize? Definitely not.

My plan was set. Make them all hate me, so I can be thrown out, and possibly, get rejected. I couldn't even enjoy my sleep last night, so how would I survive?

Let's not even talk about how bad the bathroom was. All this s**t didn't fit my status as a princess.

"I'm deeply sorry, master," I flinched as I heard that voice. It was Tracy. "She is new here, hence her rude behavior. I will warn her strictly after this, so forgive her."

However, as she spoke, his eyes never left mine. I'm not even sure he heard a single word from Tracy.

The other maids' eyes fell on me. Some rolled their eyes, while others were whispering to themselves.

“What an arrogant little princess,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving my face.

That disgusted me, but somehow turned me on because of how hot he looked at the moment. He was wearing a spread collar shirt anst three of the buttons were undone, revealing glimpses of his bare chest. His voice sounded hot and commanding, like those dark mafia romance male leads, making me drool.

What am I even thinking? Whatever, I shoved the thought off, focusing back on the fact that I was still irritated.

Before I could even open my mouth, he began to walk away. He reached for his suit and slung it over his arm.

“Just make sure you come to lunch. It's I, Alpha Cole, who is inviting you,” he called back, and I just nodded in response, turning back to complete my work.

By the time Cole was out of the kitchen, Tracy dragged me, pulling my ears as I winced.

"You are hurting me..." I cried.

"Just because you were a princess before doesn't give you the right to think that everyone will be under your feet. Do you understand?" Her eyes blazed.

“Yes, yes, I understand!” I nodded frantically so she would remove her hands. My eyes were shut tight.

"Firstly, I was stopped from punishing you this morning, and now you are invited to lunch after disrespecting him?” Her voice rose. “Who do you think you are? Now listen very carefully, you are just a mere maid, not a stupid princess anymore. Understood?"

I nodded, and this time the tears were from remembering how my pack was destroyed in the blink of an eye. I cried non-stop even after she left me alone. I ran back to my room, crying even harder.

I just wanted to be back home, with my parents, living my usual life. Was that too much to ask for? I couldn't wait for my father to find me and take me away with him.

Before I knew it, I was asleep.

**

It was lunchtime and I began to place the meal on the dining table. No one was downstairs yet, but I was sure they would be down in a few minutes. Why did he invite me for lunch anyway?

A thought clicked. Did he notice I was his mate and hated my attitude, so now he wants to reject me? A smile lit up my face. That would be the best!

I went back to the kitchen and picked up the last tray and walked back, only to see Alpha Kemper coming downstairs with one of the triplets.

Wait, this was another one. Definitely with another look. He had the same features as the others except for the messy blonde hair and sharp, narrow cat eyes.

I gasped. He was the only one with a different eye shape.

Immediately, he locked eyes with mine, he paused on the stairs, his head c****d to a side while his brow arched slightly, causing his eyes to be more upturned.

Hold up, did the three brothers make a covenant with being handsome?

Alpha Kemper was still talking, thinking he was beside him listening. Kemper noticed he was not moving and turned around, looking at him in confusion, then traced his stare to me.

I quickly tore my gaze off, and began to bring the tray to the dining table. I knew better than to piss Kemper off.

"Dad, who's she?" He asked. His voice was definitely different. Probably the most normal voice I’ve heard since I came here.

"You want her, Cray?" he smirked as he walked towards the dining table and then sat down.

Cray didn't respond, raising a brow to gaze at me, his rosy lips curled into a smirk.

Suddenly, I saw the other two coming downstairs. Like a bolt struck them, they both paused slowly at the same time, their expressions turning into a deep scowl.

"What are you smiling at?" Cole’s voice boomed in the vast hall, resounding. The blonde one he spoke to, Cray, looked up sharply, spotting them.

Instead of getting angry, a wider smile lit up his face. He was devilishly pretty with a smile.

“Hey brothers, come over!” He gestured.

“Carl, Cole, and Cray meet Alpha Samuel's daughter, Velicia. She is now a new slave here,” Kemper muttered as I clenched my fists.

“Mhm,” I heard a sound from Cray. “Dad, if I want her can I have her?" Cray asked with a smirk as they all sat down in their chairs.

"Huh?" Both Carl and Cole said in unison as Kemper grimaced.

"She is mine," Carl growled as Cole frowned, and Cray clenched his fists.

Hold up, they didn't know that I'm mated and belonged to all of them?

If not, then things will really going to get quite dramatic…