LOGINShe walked into the room slowly. She wore ivory silk, her blonde hair braided intricately over one shoulder. She dressed very expensively in a way that would turn heads in any room she steps in.
She looked amused to see me but at the same time there was this evil smirk at the corner of her lips. I couldn't understand what she was up to, but it did look like she was up to no good at all.
She stepped in, handmaidens following behind her, both carrying garment boxes of different sizes, they stood behind her.
She circled slowly, heels clicking against marble. “It must be overwhelming for someone of your… background.”
Her eyes dropped pointedly to the collar hooked around my throat. One of the handmaidens snickered.
I folded my hands behind my back, putting on a tough front while carefully trying to contain my rage.
Lia stopped in front of me, studying my face. “You may not know this, but do you know what’s being said in the Council chambers this morning?”
I remained silent wondering if she had found out that the three brothers were all mated to me.
“Do you know?” She asked again in a taunting voice.
I shrugged my shoulders. “No.” I replied.
“It was said that you are a mistake and an Omega who crawled too high and got lucky.” Her lips curved. “Luck fades you know right?”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not special. When Rider is done with you, he will dispose you like the fucking thrash that you are.
You're an Omega, Bailey. Don’t ever forget that. And Omega’s like you are inconvenient.” She patted my shoulders and whisked slowly. “And in this pack, inconvenient things don’t last.”
She gave a wicked grin and her eyes went down to the collar on my neck. “What a pity.” She let out a mocking chuckle.
I forced myself to meet her eyes calmly. “If that were true, I wouldn’t still be here.” I stated smoothly, hiding the fear and panic I felt within.
Hearing that, her expression tightened for a split second.
There! There was a crack in her haughty expression and then her face darkened.
She recovered quickly, stepping back. “You’re here because they’re deciding how to use you. Not whether to keep you.” She scoffed as she snapped her fingers.
One of the handmaidens opened a garment box and pulled out a deep crimson dress.
“For tonight,” Lia said lightly. “Rider has requested you wear this. We don't need you looking all shabby here even if you're an Omega.” She taunted.
The handmaids stepped forward and placed the clothes on the bed. There were about five very beautiful sets of clothes.
Lia crossed her arms. “Also you're expected to always follow orders here. You’ll stand when spoken to. You’ll kneel if commanded and you will not speak unless one of the Alphas directly addresses you.”
“I’m not a pet,” I said sharply.
Lia laughed sharp and cold. “No. Pets are cared for, you're not worthy of that. You're just a breeder and disposable trash!”
She stepped closer again, so near I could smell her perfume. “Let me make something very clear, Bailey. Do you truly believe they will risk their authority for an Omega dragged in on a contract?”
If I’m trash “Why are you so pained?” I snickered, her face darkened.
I could see her jaws clenched slightly in anger.
“Ohh touched a sore spot? So you're pained?” I said in a mocking tone.
Lia grinned, “When everything wears off and he is done using you…” She smiled slowly. “You will be easily discarded.”
Discarded.
The word echoed in my head but I didn't reply. I let her talk while I watched.
I noticed the slight tension on her shoulders and the way her hand curled into a tight fist. She was indeed jealous and bitter
that Rider was still keeping me around. She seemed so worried that I would take her place.
“You’re worried, ain’t you? ”I asked softly, a knowing grin spread across my face.
The room went still.
Lia’s eyes sharpened. “Excuse me?”
“If I’m nothing,” I continued evenly, squaring my shoulders to look confident,“ then I should not be a threat. Yet you’re here wasting your time on a worthless Omega.
But what about you? Are you scared of your own position?”
The room fell into a deep silence; you could hear a pin drop.
I chuckled and one of the handmaidens shifted nervously.
Lia’s smile returned, but this time, it no longer reached her eyes. “You mistake curiosity for concern.”
“Do I?”
She stepped so close, I could feel her breath on my face. Her voice dropped to a whisper meant only for me.
“You’re messing with the wrong person Bailey,” Her lips formed into an evil grin.
She straightened abruptly. “Dress her properly,” she instructed the handmaidens. “She should at least look valuable.”
They moved toward me with forced politeness, but I just waved my hands.
“Thank you, I'll handle it myself.” I said with a forced smile.
Lia paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder.
“Enjoy the room while you have it,” she said lightly.
Then she was gone.
The handmaidens avoided my eyes as they laid the dress across the bed and left without another word. They shut the door, and then there was silence.
I stood alone in the center of the room, letting out a deep sigh.
I walked slowly back to the window, looking down at the courtyard below. Guards rotated shifts every hour and servants went about their daily tasks.
Lia thought her words would break me. She is so wrong. If they intend to use me as a piece on their board, then I would learn their rules and become the player instead.
My hand moved subconsciously, to touch the mark on the spot just between my neck and my collar bone, rubbing it slowly.
I had always imagined finding a mate. Never three at once. My heart raced, my mind spun, and I didn’t know how to feel, what to think, or how to even begin facing this.
But one thing was clear: I had to prepare– and survive.
Bailey’s POVI keep my distance after that night, not because it is easy but because it feels necessary, like if I bend even a little everything ugly will rush back in, so I eat alone, I stay behind closed doors, I speak only to Leila and even then I choose my words carefully, because the house feels like it is listening.“I’m fine,” I tell her every morning when she asks, and at first it is true enough.Until it isn’t.I wake up one morning drenched in sweat, my head heavy and my skin burning, and when I push the blanket off me it feels like the air itself is warm, like my body is holding too much of something and does not know what to do with it.“Okay,” I whisper, sitting up slowly, “This is not normal.”I press my palm to my forehead and flinch, and my heart starts to race even though I do not feel weak or dizzy or sick the way sickness usually feels.“Leila,” I call, louder this time.She comes in quickly, already worried, and the moment she touches my arm her eyes widen.“You’re
Chapter 28Bailey’s POVBy the time dinner ends, I already know nothing useful is coming out of it, not answers, not honesty, not even a decent lie that tries hard enough, just silence stretched thin and polite voices pretending not to hear the questions breathing under the table, and when I excuse myself nobody stops me, which somehow hurts more than if they had.Back in my room, I close the door slowly and rest my forehead against it like I might leave an imprint, like the wood might absorb some of the noise inside my head, and I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding since Raven pushed his chair back earlier.“This is ridiculous,” I whisper to myself, though there is no one to contradict me.I pace, then sit, then stand again, my thoughts chasing each other in circles that never quite connect, because every road leads back to the same wall, Declan watching me like he is guarding something, Rider watching me like I am something to be handled, Raven watching nothing at
Raven’s POVFive years agoI stood in front of the florist shop longer than I needed to, staring at the window like the flowers inside were going to judge me for buying them again, I know that if anyone saw me with the flowers, they would assume they were for my mate and not for my brother’s woman, which already made my chest feel tight.“You’re late today,” the florist said when I stepped inside.“I got held up,” I replied, even though it was a lie and I had only been standing outside arguing with myself.She smiled politely. “Same ones as usual.”“Yes,” I said quickly. “White and blue.”“For Hera,” she said casually.I stiffened but nodded. “Yes.”She wrapped the flowers carefully and I paid without looking at the total because I never did. Whatever it cost always felt cheaper compared to the way Hera smiles at me whenever I brought them to her.As I turned to leave, I caught sight of a familiar shape outside, a woman pulling her cloak tighter as she slipped into the narrow alley ac
Bailey’s POVI stayed in my room after Raven left, sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, like if I stood up too fast I would chase after him and I refused to do that because I was tired of always being the one who bent first, tired of feeling like I had to shrink so people would explain things to me gently.“I didn’t even mean it like that,” I muttered to myself, staring at the wall. “I just asked.”The silence in the room pressed on me and my chest felt tight. I kept replaying the expression on his face when I said her name, the way something in him shut down so fast it scared me, and for a second I wondered if I had crossed some invisible line I was never meant to cross.But then my pride kicked in.“No,” I said out loud. “If I go after him now, he’ll think I’m apologizing for wanting answers.”I stood up and paced the room, then sat again, then stood again, restless like my body did not agree with my stubbornness.“He said I should ask,” I whispered. “So I asked
Lancaster’s POVI did not know how long I have been here. Time stopped the moment they tied me to this chair, the ropes on my wrist had cut so deep that I couldn’t feel my hands anymore and they’ve been asking the same questions over and over again with voices that did not rise or fall and hands that never hesitated to strike me whenever I gave an answer they didn’t like.“Where is the money,” one of them asked again.“I don’t have it,” I croaked, my throat raw, my mouth tasting like blood and bile. “I swear I don’t have it.”A fist connected with my jaw and my head snapped to the side, the chair creaking beneath me.“You said that yesterday,” another voice said calmly. “You also said it the day before.”Have I been here for that long? Days? I cannot remember. The room has no windows, nothing.“I’m telling the truth,” I sobbed. “I don’t have anything left.”Someone laughed softly. “You always say that.”The pain came again, sharp and overwhelming, and I screamed until my voice broke a
Rider’s POV“That’s not possible,” I said flatly, my voice already sharp before Raven even finished his first sentence, because some things simply did not resurface, not after the way we buried them, not after the silence we enforced. “No one speaks her name anymore.”Raven stood near the center of the room, shoulders tense, eyes too dark, and Declan hovered close by like he was already bracing for impact.“She said it,” Raven replied quietly. “She said Hera.”I felt heat crawl up my spine. “Sit,” he added after a pause, gesturing toward the chairs. “I need to explain this properly.”“I don’t need you to get comfortable,” I snapped. “Start talking.”Declan cleared his throat. “Rider.”“Not now,” I shot back without looking at him. “If Bailey knows that name, then something has gone wrong.”Raven inhaled slowly. “She heard it from Leila.”That was it.That was the spark.My hand slammed into the table hard enough to rattle the room. “You let a maid fill her head with that story.”“She
Bailey’s POVI couldn’t stop replaying Raven’s words in my head even after breakfast was long over, every step I took beside him feeling careful, measured, like I was walking on something fragile and didn’t want to be the one to crack it, and the worst part was that I didn’t even know what I was af
Bailey’s POVI didn’t know what to do with Raven standing there in front of me like that because I was used to Rider’s anger that filled a room and Declan’s jokes that never stopped flowing, but Raven was quiet, still and intense in a way that made my thoughts scatter instead of sharpening, and it
Bailey’s POVI paced around my room throughout the day, restless as I waited for him to return. Hours passed slowly, stretching into evening, and eventually exhaustion won. I lay down on the bed, pulling the duvet up to my chest and tucking myself in.It was nearly midnight when I heard the sound of
Bailey’s POV“Thank you,” I said quietly after a while, my voice hoarse and uneven, because no matter how confused I felt, what Raven had done still mattered to me, and I couldn’t pretend it didn’t.He nodded once, like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just held me together while I fell apart. “You d







