Mated to the Lancaster Brothers

“SAY, when did you start dating? These three haven’t told us anything about meeting such gorgeous ladies! We would’ve asked them to invite you sooner for dinner if we knew.”

The girl with two-toned hair— pink and blue— giggled in a demure way, which made Ivy’s eyes twitch a little.

“Just over a month, Mrs. Lancaster,” the girl responded.

“Yashiel and I have been dating for only three weeks. Kelly set up a blind date between us since she’s always known I wanted to try dating,” another girl, this time with short brown hair, replied. She reached out to hold Yashiel’s hand that was on the table. “And thank Goddess she did, because I couldn’t ask for a better man to date.”

“Ace and I have always been friends, but we recently just decided to try it out and date. So far, it’s been heaven,” a raven-haired girl added with a giggle.

Ivy’s stomach churned uncomfortably. She resolutely stared at her plate, mindlessly playing with the dessert on it. 

“Oh, you sweet ladies! My, my. Our boys sure have a good taste on women, don’t they, hon?” Ivy’s mother said to her husband.

Ivy’s stepfather hummed in agreement. “I just hope my sons are treating them well.”

At that, all three women chuckled. “They sure do, Mr. Lancaster,” Kelly, the girl with two-toned hair said, a purr on her voice. The innuendo in her response went unnoticed by the older couple, but Ivy caught on it.

Her chest tightened as images of Ace, Theo and Yash treating these ladies very well when they’re fucking came up unbidden in her mind. She felt a wave of nausea crash over her, the heat rising from her chest to her throat. She abruptly stood up which caught the others in surprise.

“Excuse me for a moment,” was all Ivy could say before hurrying out of the dining area and towards the restroom. She could hear her mother saying that her stomach is quite sensitive and there must be something in the dessert that upsets her stomach.

Ivy chuckled bitterly. ‘No, mom. It’s definitely not the food that upsets me.’

She hurried inside the ladies restroom and leaned her arms on the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Ivy hates how her chest tightened at the mere idea of the beautiful girls that the three men brought to their weekly family dinner. She hates how her parents both look happy and satisfied upon seeing the girls. She hates how elegant and sophisticated the two girls are. She hates how Ace, Theo and Yash let the girls touch them and continue spouting nonsensical things about them being so utterly in love. She hates that she’s feeling this way, because it’s completely ridiculous to feel such things.

But what Ivy hates the most right now is the fact that she can never have that. 

Ivy took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself, but she startled when the door of the restroom opened and her favorite yet forbidden scents came inside.

“W-what are you doing here? This is the lady’s restroom,” Ivy said as she faced the three men, ignoring the erratic beating of her heart.

In one swift movement, Ivy was cornered on the wall, all three of the men surrounding her and effectively blocking her way out.

“What’s got your stomach in a knot, Ivy?” Ace mockingly asked. 

“Did you eat something bad for your pretty, little tummy?” Yash added in the same mocking tone.

“Or did the sight of us bringing pretty ladies upsets you?” Theo raised an eyebrow.

Ivy swallowed.

“Can’t a girl even go to the restroom?” she replied bitingly. “And why would I be upset? I don’t care if you bring hundreds of pretty ladies.”

“If you really don’t care, why do I see you clenching your dress so tightly underneath the table? It would be such a waste to ruin it after it makes you so delectable tonight,” Yash whispered huskily in her ears.

Heat rises to her cheeks, but she fights the urge to squirm away and instead, shoots the men her own glare. It didn’t have its intended effect, seeing as their eyes shine with amusement.

“I repeat: I don’t care how many ladies you fucked with or bring to the family dinner! I can do the same! I can introduce a handsome Alpha to our parents and flaunt h—”

Ivy wasn’t able to finish what she’s saying when she was interrupted by a deep growl and the scent of anger and jealousy.

“Who the fuck told you that you can fucked around with random and worthless men?” Ace muttered darkly, eyes brimming with unbridled anger.

“I can do whatever I wan—”

Ivy screams in surprise when Theo punches the space on the wall just beside her. Her eyes widened in fear as she shakily looked at the men’s dark eyes.

“Do it and we’re going to make you watch as we kill whoever that bastard is, Ivone,” Theo said. “I dare you to do it.”

Yash leaned closer to her. “You can pretend all you want that you don’t care about us, but the moment you step out of the line, we’re going to make sure you fucking regret it.”

“Don’t forget who you fucking belong to, Ivy,” Ace added through gritted teeth. “At the end of the day, no matter how much you try to deny it, you belong to us.”

Ivy swallowed thickly, her whole body trembling in fear as the three men stared down at her in anger and possessiveness.

“You’re ours, Ivy,” Ace whispered. “Ours to play,”

“Ours to protect,” said Theo.

“And ours to break,” Yash smirked.

Ivy, despite her own feelings on the matter, knew one thing.

Everything they said is irrevocably true.

They own her, in every way possible.