Eleven

Anyone could literally cut through the air with a knife as Violet and her group of concubines approached the scene with a series of intensified shouting out questions of why a weak person like Anastatia should be in the harem of concubines. Things couldn't get more tense as it already was. The place was filled with curious, frustrated and confused concubines with their assumed " queen " Violet ready to angrily give reasons why someone like Anastatia should leave the harem and how she herself will fight her out.

" She's not even a strong one like the rest of us, she just like the others, weak and pathetic" Violet continued starting to pitch up her voice " I'll defeat her and show her the place she rightly belongs, I'll show her that I'm the alpha around here ". Her fellow "associates", seemed to love Violet's charisma towards taking down anastatia and they low-key hooted for affirmation.

" I can't believe we have a weak one amongst us at the harem. " Elena, one of Violet's concubines hurled out in disgust. It had seemed that almost every lady alphas had held a disliking towards Anastatia due to her being so weak. Elena looked very beautiful with her perfect green werewolf eyes and as her night dark hair was hanging loose over her shoulders. She felt like she needed to emphasize on how much Violet needed to take Anastatia down as behaving or taking a position as Violet's right hand man.

Violet, adorned in the regal attire befitting her status as a princess alpha, swept her way outside where the Lycan devil triplets awaited her. Flanked by her loyal concubines, she exuded an aura of determination, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Darius, Damien, and Denver lounged casually on thrones carved from blackened wood, their wolf-like features contorted into smirks as they regarded the princess and her entourage.

"Princess Violet," Darius purred, his voice dripping with honeyed malice, "to what do we owe the honor of your visit?"

Violet's jaw clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain her fury. "You know damn well why I'm here," she spat, her voice a low growl. "Anastatia. I demand to know why she remains under your protection."

The triplets exchanged knowing glances, their amusement evident. Damien, the most vocal of the trio, rose from his throne with lazy grace. "Ah, sweet Anastatia," he mused, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Such a delicate flower, isn't she? It would be a shame to see her plucked before she's had a chance to bloom."

Violet's nostrils flared, her patience wearing thin. "Enough games," she snapped, her voice reverberating off the stone walls. "Anastatia is my mate, and I will not allow you to keep her from me any longer."Denver, the quietest of the triplets, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge. "And what makes you think she wants to be with you, Princess?" he murmured, his voice like a whispering darkness.

A low growl rumbled in Violet's chest, her wolf instincts urging her to lash out. But she held herself in check, knowing that violence would only further jeopardize her chances of reclaiming Anastatia. "Anastatia is bound to me," she declared, her voice steely with conviction. "She is mine, and I will do whatever it takes to bring her home."

The triplets shared a knowing glance, their amusement bordering on mockery. "And what if Anastatia doesn't wish to return?" Darius mused, his tone taunting. "What then, Princess? Will you force her to submit to your will?"

Violet's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. "I will fight for her," she vowed, her voice echoing with the weight of her determination. "I will challenge anyone who stands in my way, even if that means facing the three of you."

The triplets chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Violet's spine. "Oh, how amusing," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "But I'm afraid we cannot grant your request, Princess. Anastatia's fate lies in her own hands, not yours."

Violet's heart sank, the weight of defeat settling heavy upon her shoulders. She had come prepared to fight, to reclaim what was rightfully hers, but now she realized that her battle would not be won with swords and strength alone. She would have to find another way to convince the triplets to release Anastatia from their grasp, a way that did not involve violence or bloodshed.

With a curt nod, Violet turned on her heel, her concubines falling into step behind her. As she exited the area, she vowed to herself that she would not rest until Anastatia was once again by her side, no matter what obstacles lay in her path. And if the triplets dared to stand in her way, she would find a way to outwit them, even if it meant delving into the darkest depths of her own soul.

Amidst the dimly lit chamber, Violet paced, her mind a tempest of fury and desperation. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the tumult within her soul. "Anastatia," she whispered, the name venomous on her lips. How long had she endured the tyranny of that woman? How many nights had she spent plotting her downfall?

As she stared into the mirror, Violet saw not her own reflection, but the face of her oppressor. Anastatia, with her haughty demeanor and cruel gaze, ruling over the castle with an iron fist. The mere thought of her sent a surge of rage coursing through Violet's veins."Why should I continue to suffer beneath her tyranny?" Violet's voice trembled with anger, her hands curling into fists. "She has stolen my happiness, my freedom. But no longer. Tonight, I shall rid this castle of her presence once and for all."

With each step towards Anastatia's chambers, Violet's resolve hardened. She envisioned the moment when she would finally confront her nemesis, when justice would be served. The weight of her vengeance fueled her steps, driving her forward into the heart of darkness.

As she stood outside Anastatia's door, her hand trembling with anticipation, Violet whispered a silent prayer for strength. Tonight, she would become the architect of her own destiny, the mistress of her fate. With a steadying breath, she pushed open the door and stepped into the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead in her quest for liberation.