Sold To The Lycan Devil Triplets

Anastasia's pov

"In conclusion, she would be sold at $ 250,000$ as a Breeder for the Lycan Triplets."

I felt all the blood in my face drain as I read the contract papers over and over again in my head until I grew sick with fear and disgust. The words seemed to blur before my eyes as my mind struggled to process the magnitude of what I had just read, my thoughts racing.

Right there where I was supposed to sign, my father's signature was already sitting on it neatly.

"No." Mustering all the willpower, I faced the Alpha and his family as I said, not flinching under their hard, cold glares. "I'm not doing It."

"You don't have a choice in this. You never did." The Alpha's face was full of scorn and wrinkled lines as he frowned at me, ignoring the look of horror on my face. "The arrangements have already been made before the agreement."

I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, my vision glazed over and the papers dropped from my hands.

I had been sold to the Lycan Triplets as their breeder. Not even a wife or a concubine, a breeder.

The Lycan Triplets owned and ruled over the largest pack in the werewolf territory. They were known to be ruthless, cold-hearted, merciless, and evil. These evil beings were not merely ordinary werewolves; they were the embodiment of cruelty, terror, and power.

Even with all their achievements and their reputation capable of striking fear into the hearts of people, their insatiable greed and pride pushed them into collecting woman-like souvenirs. They had several mates and concubines, and yet still, they enjoyed tearing young women away from their families because they had the power and influence to do so.

And now, I had been sold to them.

I was as good as dead because I wouldn't even last a night with them in bed.

It was disgusting how my father, the Alpha had used my true identity as an Alpha's daughter to bait them into accepting his proposal whereas here in the pack, I was treated as nothing more than a maid.

Even the Omegas here were treated better compared to how I've been treated. My mother died a few years after my birth, and after that, my father brought in a pregnant stranger whom he claimed was his second chance mate, in a few years, the woman had his heart and brain within her grasp such that two daughters and a son later, my father saw me as a mere Omega and not his daughter.

Elsa, Avery, and Derek, my step-siblings were treated with much love and care, and I envied them.

My stepmother was worse. A dove in the presence of my father but a black raven raging of evil and exuding a deadly aura when It was just us.

Every day of my life as I passed through hell at the hands of my family, I cried myself to sleep every night, praying to the Moon goddess to give me a mate who would love, cherish, and care for me.

But no. Of course I'd never be taken seriously.

All those nights of praying were in vain. The moon goddess had probably just scoffed at my prayers just the same way she did when I prayed to her not to take my mother from me.

I had been sold to the Evil Lycan Triplets of the Belthemore Empire as their Breeder and as usual, I had no say in the matter. To them, I was just a doll who they could control as they pleased.

"I hear the Lycan Triplets are quite a feast for the eyes. Even in your dying moments with them, at least you'll appreciate the fact that men of such looks even considered you fitting for a partner." Elsa said, her voice filled with mockery, her eyes unremorseful.

Avery giggled and my hands turned to fists. Tears appeared at the corner of my eyes but I held It back.

No, I would not cry in front of them. Not again. I couldn't run away from this either.

I suddenly turned my eyes to Elsa and Avery, and the smirk on their faces faltered seeing me stare so boldly into their eyes without wavering.

I don't remember the last time I had looked so boldly in their eyes before. Most times, I had my head bowed to the floor, but knowing I was close to dying in the hands of the Lycan Triplets and I had nothing to lose anymore, I didn't even care.

"I can't even blame you at this point." I laughed. It was loud, scornful, and bitter. My eyes traveled across the room, touching everyone's gaze. These people were only my family by blood, but I would never want to be part of this family even in my next life. "I always hoped for a better life when I turned 18. I hoped to find my mate and maybe leave this hell of a home and finally be happy. I hoped to find peace and find someone who would love me as I am. But It's okay. I've already accepted whatever comes in life as It is. This would probably be the last time I see you all so I will just let you know. I would prefer to die by the hands of the Lycan Triplets than stay a minute more here with any of you."

"Anastasia... " Alpha Gregor got up, eyes filled with anger but a hint of disbelief and surprise.

My cold eyes rested in his gaze, and for a speck of a moment, just a brief moment, I genuinely thought I saw hurt in his eyes, but I didn't even care at this point. All those years he had the chance to be a better father. But he never did. Instead, he neglected me and turned a blind eye to my suffering.

"What? Do you want to hit me? Will you lock me up in the dungeon without food or water this time? Will It be three days? How long are you planning on locking me up again? Maybe a week? Or will you order the guards to whip me again? 20 strokes? 50 strokes this time maybe? Will you kill me now that I've finally stood up to you?" I smirked as he just stood there, trembling in anger while the others slowly got up, giving me murderous looks capable of sending me to my grave.

Seeing all five of them standing there and glaring hatefully at me like I was an outsider, I smiled, feeling the thrill of knowing I could do whatever I wanted now because they couldn't do anything to me- not when I was the Lycan Triplets' property now.

After all, I had always been isolated. Nothing more than an outsider in their eyes.

"A vehicle will be here soon to take you to Baltimore. Get your things ready to leave at once." Luna Ashena said, smirking cruelly at me.

I felt my heart drop in the pit of my stomach at the thought of facing the Lycan Triplets any moment from now, but I didn't let my gaze falter as I glared at her.

"How dare you scorn your Luna!" My father's voice thundered as he moved to hit me like he'd always do.

I stood there, flinching as I waited for the impact, but it never came.

Rather, I felt a wall of muscles embrace me from behind. A heavy scent of sandalwood invaded my senses, and turning, my eyes widened seeing...

My face paled, drinking in the beauty of the 6'6 man behind me, eyes so cold, they would have frozen my father on the spot, his grip on my father's hand so tight, I felt my stomach churn hearing bones break.

"L- Lycan Draven!" Luna Ashena, who found her voice first amongst us sputtered.

"Daughter or not, she's mine now. You have no right to touch her." His growl sent the whole room to a standstill, chilling silence.