Chapter 5

Mira’s Pov

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a jumbled mess. I had hoped for some peace, but as the minutes passed, the silence became suffocating.

I kept thinking about everything—the bond I didn’t want, the brothers, and what they were planning for me. It all felt like too much. I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.

Just as I was starting to think I could maybe catch a little break, a sharp knock echoed from the door.

My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up quickly. I didn’t want to deal with them. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. But I knew it was pointless to avoid whatever was coming.

I stood up and opened the door, only to be greeted by five maids, each carrying something different—baskets, bundles, and even a large platter of food.

I blinked, confused.

“Miss,” one of the maids greeted me politely, her voice soft. “The Lycan Kings have requested that you join them for dinner. They wish for you to look your best.”

I tried to hide the annoyance that bubbled up. But I knew better than to argue. “Alright,” I muttered, stepping aside to let them in.

They immediately began unloading everything. Some of them set up a table with dishes that looked far too fancy for my liking, while others moved toward me with bundles of clothes.

I sighed. There was no way I could say no to them, so I just let them do what they needed to.

Three of the maids came up to me, their voices calm. “Miss, we need to help you get dressed. The Lycan kings, they will be here soon.”

I frowned. “I don’t care about looking nice for them.”

One of the maids, a little older than the rest, gave me a gentle smile. “We know, miss, but it’s what they’ve requested. It’s best to make them happy.”

I bit my lip but didn’t argue. What was the point?

Before I could say anything more, they were already helping me out of my clothes.

The soft fabric of the dress they chose felt too delicate against my skin. I glanced in the mirror as they slid the dress over me, the fabric clinging to my body in ways that made me uncomfortable.

“Is this really necessary?” I asked, my voice strained.

The maids exchanged glances but didn’t respond, continuing with their task.

They styled my hair next, combing through it, twisting it into a neat updo. A tiara was placed on my head, and I felt even more out of place.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was barely recognizable.

When they were finished, they stepped back, looking at me with pleased expressions. “You look beautiful, miss,” one of them said softly.

I couldn’t even speak. The reflection in the mirror wasn’t me. It was someone else, someone I didn’t know. But there was no time to dwell on that.

The maids bowed slightly, then left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. There was no escaping this. The kings were coming, and I had to face them.

Moments later, the door opened again, and I heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the hall.

The Lycan kings had arrived.

I turned toward the door just as they walked in. Rowan, Damien, Lucian, Kai—they all looked incredibly handsome, their clothes perfectly pressed and their eyes shining with intensity.

But the moment they saw me, their expressions shifted.

Rowan was the first to speak. “Mira…” His voice was soft, almost reverent. “You look…” He trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

Damien stood still, staring at me with his mouth slightly open. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

Lucian’s eyes glinted, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re stunning.”

Kai, standing to the side, let out a low whistle. “You… look perfect.”

I swallowed hard, unable to look away from their intense gazes. They were all looking at me like they’d never seen a woman before.

I couldn’t breathe. It was as if I had just become their entire world.

“Thank you,” I whispered, unsure of what else to say. My stomach twisted, and I felt trapped under their scrutiny.

Lucian stepped forward first, his voice sounding so smooth. “Dinner is ready, Mira. Come, join us.”

I nodded and moved toward the table, but I could feel their eyes on me every step of the way. I sat down between Rowan and Damien, trying to calm my racing heart.

The table was full of food—fancy meats, fruits, and cakes—but I couldn’t focus on it. I couldn’t focus on anything except them.

Rowan reached out and touched my hand, his fingers warm against my skin. “You don’t know what you do to us, Mira,” he said, his voice low and almost hypnotic.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to pull my hand away, but Rowan’s grip was firm. His touch sent a strange warmth coursing through me.

“I…” I started to speak, but my voice faltered. “I don’t think I’m the one you should be focused on.”

Damien’s voice was soft but insistent. “We can’t help it. You belong to us, Mira. You’re everything we’ve been waiting for.”

I shook my head, my chest tightening. “No, I’m not. I don’t belong to anyone.”

But they didn’t seem to hear me. Lucian leaned in closer, his tongue brushing against my ear. The feel of his wet tongue against my ear made me shudder.

“You’re going to have to accept it, Mira. We’re claiming you soon. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

My breath hitched as his words sank in. Claiming me? I’m so doomed!

Kai’s hand brushed against my arm, his touch sending a shiver through me. “You don’t have to fight it,” he murmured. “We’ll take care of you. All of us.”

I shuddered and pulled away from them, my pulse racing. This was too much. I tried to resist, but it felt impossible. Their presence was overwhelming, their touch igniting a fire within me that I didn’t understand.

Rowan’s voice was steady but filled with intent. “We’re not giving you a choice, Mira. You will be ours.”

I couldn’t even look at them anymore. I was trapped, caught between fear and something else—something I didn’t want to feel.

They stood up, all of them, their eyes dark with desire. “We’ll be back for you soon,” Rowan said, his voice rough.

The others nodded, their expressions serious. “Get ready for us,” Damien added. “You’ll need to prepare. Tonight was just to prep you up a bit.”

Without another word, they all turned and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting at the table, my heart racing, my mind reeling.

I stared at the door they’d just left through, my body still trembling from the encounter.

What had just happened?

The wetness I felt in between my legs, made me realize I couldn’t resist for long.