Is this...?

Naeris

Now this, wasn't what I expected.

"Fuck, Naeris," Nyxion groaned against me, his tongue claiming mine in ways I had never been claimed before. The other triplet brother roamed his hands over my chest and boobs until I let out a strangled moan.

I didn't know what overcame him. One minute, they were dragging me back to those haunted dungeons, and the next, their eyes glowed with their wolves and they pinned me against the wall.

My wolf was lost in the euphoria of their touch that I had forgotten my grief for a moment.

"Nyxion! Are you in here?" I heard a sweet but shrill voice call from inside their room.

Almost immediately, Nyxion shoved me back, my wolf whining as his lips left mine. He muttered something under his breath and stormed off into the room, exchanging a glance with the other two brothers.

"What the hell are we doing?" The taller among the two asked.

I was still trying to get my head together.

"We shouldn't be doing this at all. She needs to get away from us, Verek," The shorter one replied.

Don't get me wrong, the three of them were incredibly tall, but they shared their heights according to what I thought was their age.

"But she's so tempting," Verek drawled as he brought his lips to my ear. I almost let out another moan as his hands slipped inside my dress, moving down to my thighs.

"Verek stop!" The younger triplet growled. I could tell he was restricting himself more than he was letting me see.

"Who were you with in here..." I heard the same sweet voice from earlier.

"Shit, Aerila's coming. Let's go Aeron." I heard Vereke mutter as they dragged me away from the hall.

I was stuck in a daze, trying to get my wolf to stop howling for their touch. But she kept screaming mate in my head, and I was so emotionally drained that I just let her do what she wanted.

Verek and Aeron kept going until they got to the dreadful walls of the dungeon. Something in me snapped.

"No, no no please. I can't do this. I can't go back, please don't make me go back, I'll do anything," I begged, refusing to stand so they dragged me against the floor.

"Stand up goddamnit!" Verek growled, pulling at my arms until they hurt. But I didn't budge.

"Please I can't go back. I'll die in there," I hiccuped, tears falling in streams down my cheeks.

Aeron took a glance at me, and something in his expression softened. "Verek, can't we negotiate something with Nyxion? She can be of use. Besides, my wolf's been acting up lately and he only showed himself when I touched her," he whispered.

Verek paused, his grip on my arm loosening slightly. He regarded me with an odd expression, and let out a sigh.

"Fine. Take her to my room before Aerila comes out," He muttered.

"Thank you, thank you," I sobbed until my tears dried out as they pulled me towards his room.

My body went limp as they ushered me in, and before I could register the surroundings in my mind, I blacked out. The last thing I remembered was Aeron muttering something softly as his hands stroked my hair.

When I woke up, the smell of lavender and something warm swept into my nose. My wolf purred against me, urging me to go towards the sound.

"Finally, you're awake," I flinched as the male voice registered in my ears. I swiveled around on the bed, brushing the hair away from my face.

It was Aeron. My eyes studied his features. Bright amber eyes, thick dark straight hair, and small plump pink lips. He was as hot as both of his brothers, but carried a certain innocence.

"I prepared a bath. Get showered, wear this," He pointed to a uniform on the bed. "And meet me outside. Nyxion has a job for you."

My eyes fell on the uniform, and they widened as I realized it was a maid's uniform. When I was in Talon's pack, maids were made to wear rags and everything that made it obvious that we were low lives. But here, apparently, the maids can look like living things. It didn't change the fact that they still saw me as nothing.b

"Okay," I mumbled, the euphoria of their touch earlier completely erased from my mind.

"Be quick about it," He said harshly, and left the room. I flinched slightly as the door slammed shut.

I glanced towards the bathroom, allowing the numb feeling in my chest spread throughout my body.

I was tired.

I had spent three days in the dungeons beneath the pack house of the Alpha Triplets, but not once did I ever feel as alive as I did when Nyxion had kissed me, and Verek and Aeron had their hands all over my body.

The darkness down there gave me chills, made me hallucinate, and before long, I began to have panic attacks from the day my parents were killed. Each time, I heard my mother's shrill cry and the look on my father's face as his head was cut off. I felt something in me die whenever the images flashed, and I knew if I stayed there any longer, I probably would.

I still wanted to live.

But what exactly was there to live for? I had basically moved from the frying pan straight into the fire.

Mate. My wolf kept howling. It smelled like Aeron was outside, waiting at the door.

No, they can't be my mates. My first mate rejected me, and they kept me locked up the second they brought me to their pack. Mates don't act that way, and moreover, I could never have a harem with them.

I would die, just like my parents.

I let out a soft sigh and took off the rags on my body, trying not to allow the beauty of Verek's room to distract me. Of course, they were royalty. I shouldn't even think about overstaying my welcome here.

I walked towards the mirror in the room, looking at my naked body. My eyes were red and puffy, and my face dirty from all the nights in the dungeon, but somehow I still looked pretty.

"Just survive for now," I muttered. But as I turned around to walk into the bathroom, the door to the room opened abruptly.