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Kaya’s POV.
I wake up to my senses informing my brain of a pain in my neck as I ruffle on a strange bed that I can’t remember when I climbed.
It is indeed morning, and the sun has settled into the room, beaming in heat, causing me to yank off the duvet from my body.
And just then, my brain reels back to what happened yesterday.
I gasp as my face lights up in fear and my body involuntarily falls off the bed. It is as though time stopped for a second, ensuring that I remembered the horrors I’ve faced so far in this place.
Grabbing myself with my palms to sit up, my eyes wander around the room, finding it all strange and simple.
The interior decor isn’t anything too fancy, seeming like that of a dormitory for the royal college Werewolf kids.
Standing in the middle of the room, accessing all that my eyes can scan, the hair at the back of my head stand at the sudden sound of the door opening.
Snapping my head there, my breathing hitches as a figure walks in but when I see that it’s Melissa, head of the maids, I calm a bit.
“Hello.” While I try to start up a conversation to ask her where I am, she behaves like I am nonexistent, as if she’s the only one in this room.
My hands fidget to touch her, so I can grasp her attention while I watch as she drops a polythene containing a dress on the bed. Then, she walks over to another door inside the room, which leads to the bathroom. Now that she opens it, she turns on the faucet above the tub for a bath.
Then, when she gets back to the room, her eyes land on me, and she speaks. “Do I have to get you the towel from the rack too?”
Her tone is precise and she’s not even facing me, as though I am something to be irritated of, or unworthy of her attention. It leaves me more confused than before.
My fingers entwine, pinching the skin of my hands. “I don’t understand. What’s happening? Where is this?”
“A stubborn girl you are indeed. I see why the triplets dealt with you. I’ve told you. Asking questions would only lead you to an early demise.” When she finishes speaking, my thoughts run through her words.
An early demise?
Is that supposed to make me feel better? She’s obviously telling me that whether I do as told or not, I’ll still be doomed.
Dread seeps into the pores of my skin, and I force out a few words, partly swallowing a lump in my throat. “Please tell me something. It won’t hurt, will it?”
I share her pleading look, to which she rolls her eyes and beckons me to come with her to the bathroom.
Entering there, she sits me down at the edge of the bathtub. “This is a perilous place you’ve been captured, Kaya. My advice is that, as early as possible, you can accept your fate, would things be a little less painful for you.” She pauses to check the water in the tub. “It’s warm enough.” Then she resumes her lecture. “Now, the brothers want you to get dressed up. I have no idea why, but that’s enough information.”
I nod my head in response to her words, even though she hasn’t asked me a question. As well, I’m trying my best to grasp every words, so I can learn more about where I am...and just maybe then, I can be smart about my actions.
My legs take me to the rack to pick up the towel. Laying it next to the tub, I turn my back for Melissa to unzip my dress; it now looks tattered from all the distress.
“Thank you, Melissa.” I say, and she pats my shoulder.
“It would be safe if we hurried up.”
Melissa directs me into the water, and sitting in it, I feel a bit of comfort. Even though I know she doesn’t like me at all, I still appreciate that she isn’t as harsh as the brothers.
While she scrubs my body, I ask. “May I ask a question?”
“You may not.” Her tone is cold, dangerously cold.”
My conscience won’t allow me, so I proceed. “Why isn’t anyone trying to escape?”
“What do you mean?”
“If the brothers are so cold-hearted, sadistic, brutal, and many more, why isn’t anyone trying to escape them? I plan to.” The moment I add that, I know I have made a mistake.
Melissa chuckles, raising suspicion in me. My eyes follow her walk and when she throws me the towel, I grab it.
We head to the dresser where she’s picked out the gown and hung it next to us.
There’s an awkward silence in the air. Through the reflection, my ocean blue eyes watch her.
“What horror have you faced yet because of the triplets? Tell me.” Interrogates Melissa. That isn’t her style, but I answer anyway.
“It’s sensitive.” I am not ready to talk about the deaths of my father and my brother. The dread remains within my heart, unnursed.
“Did they kill someone that you love?”
I nod my head as my face falls.
“That is only the tip of the iceberg. There are more punishments that the triplets have up their sleeves. They’d make your life miserable so much you’d wish something far greater than death could grab you, but do you want to know what’s worse?” As Melissa speaks, my stomach churns at my imagination. It is like she is speaking from experience. My eyeball has turned red, and she’s looking into the distance.
“Nothing of those would come, not even death, leaving you to forever live in the thoughts of blaming yourself for the deaths.” Her eyes glances at me for a moment. “There’s no escape, newcomer.”
Melissa continues to brush my hair like nothing strange has occurred just now. Her lips are pressed into a thin line before she tells me that she has finished perfecting my face for those three monsters.
I wonder what I have done to deserve such punishment from fate.
Life would have allowed us to continue to live in that small cottage at the edge of the town, away from everyone else, and we’d be happy for the little that we have. And I could have envision a perfect life from the books that I read and be happy that I have my family with me, but that isn’t what was planned for me.
No, we aren’t meant to live with any joy for long.
“You look just as the triplets want. My work is done here.” Melissa tells me with a small smile on her face.
I watch my own reflection. My hair is box-braided into a French plait with some strands left to stroke down the left side of my forehead. And down my cleavage is the black gown, slightly covering my bossom but bringing out my shape.
I never imagined myself this beautiful with small makeup plastered onto the skin of my face, and I love it, except this isn’t a situation that guarantees me to appreciate the look.
Finally, I put on a matching black heel, finishing the look, but my heart pounds hard within my chest.
Melissa is about to walk away when the entrance door opens for the allowance of another maid. “The triplets demand your presence. Now.”
Something about the way the other maids spoke travels chills down my spine.
She means the last word. I know I cannot go alone, so I ask Melissa to follow me. Of course, she resisted, but when I begged, she accepted with a huff, promising that if I mess anything up, she wouldn’t take account for it.
My head goes haywire with thousands of thoughts scrambling around, scared of what is to happen.
6 Kaya’s POV. The Triplets in media. My face is devoid of any emotion by the time Melissa and I arrive in the dining room. On the table, my sight catch the many fancy foods spread from one end to the other. The eclectic choices make me crave food, and I am now realizing how hungry I am. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, and considering all that has happened to me, there’s no way I could have gone hungry. I wish there was a way that I could get out of here. I don’t want to do these things, but instead, I want to be in my own house, reading a book while picking on the bad cookies that my brother made and watching as my father destroys the house while he claims that he is inventing something new. And only Williams and I would be the ones to applaud him when he finishes creating them. My lips almost tug up in a smile at the distant memory, which does make me feel like I wasn’t here anyone until I hear Kyle’s voice. “Kaya, you’re here. And you’re so beautiful.” He gasps at
7 Kaya’s POV. Kieran is boring his eyes into mine, which are widened out of fear. He’s acting like a monster with the way his jaw is twitching and his fingers are taking off some buttons on his shirt. Then he comes close to me and wraps off all the content on the table with his hands, his impatience obviously running thin. My breathing heightens with each barbaric action of his, my chest roving up and down right before he grabs each side of the chair that I’m sitting on and he speaks, his face inches away from mine. “You’re a toy here, an item, meaningless and disposable. You must understand that the hard way. My brother has attempted to go easy on you; has he not?” His voice is filled with malice, and in his eyes, I see no remorse. It’s like all he sees me as is a machine that he owns, and when it doesn’t do exactly what he wants, he punishes it. Grabbing me by my waist all of a sudden, he drops me onto the table. His hand has wiped off a frost from one of the cakes, and he li
8 Kaya’s POV. The silence treatment that comes from Melissa is beginning to feel more of a punishment now, and I don’t think I can bear it anymore. I don’t see any sympathy in her eyes towards how much I have suffered tonight, as she just moved swiftly around the room, preparing me for the night based on the triplets orders. Oh, goodness, mentioning their names even now is scary. A chill runs down my spine at the thought of it. Melissa clears her throat to call me back to life. As I blink up at her, she spews. “Your bath is waiting.” “No, I can’t take that bath. Who knows what will happen? Those guys are psychopaths. We really need to find a way out of here.” I want to say more, but when Melissa grabs me around the cleavage of the tattered gown, pulling me up to my feet so that my eyes pop out in fear of what she’s about to do, she shakes her head in disapproval. Before my brain can think of what she’s about to do, she sweeps me to the wall, making my back hit against it. Then,
9 Kade walks into the room with Kyle and Kieran behind him. On landing on his brothers, a squint forms at the side of his eyes, and instantly he gives entrance to his mind so his brothers can connect with him internally. With a smile on his face, when their uncle Jared sees them, he speaks inwardly. “Let me do most of the talking. There’s something fishy with Uncle.” Kieran takes a seat on one of the leather chairs, bringing his legs up to his uncle’s desk before he crosses his arms over his chest and stares ahead into nothingness. He looks like he isn’t in the mood for any of the conversation. Kade, on the other hand, has assumed every reason why their uncle has called them for a conversation, and he is assured that it’s related to Kaya. As their uncle clears his throat, Kyle makes his way to a small bar inside the room and opens a bottle of whiskey, which he gulps down into his throat. “Now, tell me guys, what was that nonsense I saw earlier in the dining room?” There’s a dar
10 Kaya’s POV. There was a time in my life when the rise of sunlight was a joy I could not fathom. It felt like a part of me that I always cherished. I would have woken up early, mesmerized by my thoughts, which were beautiful then. I’d run up the ladder to the roof of the cottage and watch as that yellow vibrance landed on my skin. Having watched as my skin glows, I’d smile and appreciate nature for creating such beauty in the midst of the darkness that lurks in this world. But now, here I am, lying on the bed with my eyes closed as I feel the rays of the sunlight beaming onto my skin. Yet, I do not stand up. I cannot bring myself to be happy about anything because my life is no longer mine. I am crush and doom from the moment that the people left in my love life were murdered by the ones who captured me. They’ve left me to be nothing. Suddenly, I reverse from the depths of my thoughts when I hear someone clear their throat. My eyes snap open, and my body bolts up from the bed.
11 Kaya’s POV. It is a dead end with the brothers. I have come to realize that. They want to destroy me totally, and maybe I should just allow that. But they won’t kill me. Would I be in excruciating pain forever? I’m not that kind of girl. I never thought that’s what fate has in store for me. A few weeks ago, my imagination of what the future holds was wild. I thought of a world where I am not exactly judged for who I am, where I don’t suffer for my kind of breed, but thinking of the reality that I live in now, perhaps I had asked wrongly. Perhaps I should not have wished for a better life. Maybe that way, I would still have a brother who keeps disturbing my life and a father who dreams of a world where invention reigns. “Your dress is here.” Blinking rapidly, I come alive to the voice of Melissa. She pats the side of the bed where she has placed the cloth before a smile emits from her lips. My eyes shift to the gown in a wrapped nylon bag, and upon opening it, my lips part o
12 Kaya’s POV. The ride has been going on for God knows how long, and it’s now tiring. My ass cheeks hurt from sitting in one position for the past half an hour that I’ve been inside this space. The triplets don’t say anything to me, which I’m glad for because I don’t think I can even hold a conversation. . Yes, I am still traumatized by what happened earlier. I thought Kieran was the only one capable of doing what Kade did, but then, thinking about it, Kade never showed me who he was. What am I even saying? None of the brothers have shown me their all. I don’t know what else they’ve got up their sleeves. Anyway, taking that off of my mind in the meantime, I have watched the beauty of the road as we passed by. It’s alluring how it’s filled with people beautifying nature, except those people are vile—they are werewolves. At this point, I am coming to the conclusion that all werewolves are cruel, uncultured, and savage. All of their eyes that have ever been placed on me reveal
13Kaya’s POV.“I should leave.” I don’t wait another second before I pick up a pace, except that I didn’t pass by the alpha before he draws me back.“First rule: no one walks away from me.” His voice is dangerously low. There’s a dark glint in his eyes when he lands on mine, and I look away.“Plus, you don’t want to get back there without your owners. You’d be eaten. Have you ever imagined having your heart plucked out while alive? Oh, you don’t want to imagine the horrific look that settles on the victim’s face.”Why is he telling me this?“And how do I know you won’t hurt me?”“Because I want you to have a drink with me.” He sounds convincing enough, but I will never trust any werewolf.If the triplets hate him, then he must be just as daring as them. One of the things I’ve learned about these creatures is that they hate when someone else wants to boss over them.“And how do you know if I don’t want to die out there?”“I cannot answer that. Come with,” his voice doesn’t give way to