Two

Anastasia's pov

My father fell into his face, and for the first time, shock eluded my senses seeing an Alpha of respectable authority, on his face, before me.

"I apologize your Highness. I- I didn't expect you'd come to take her yourself."

"Is that an apology? or an excuse for trying to hit her." His voice was deep and husky, and I clenched my legs tight as I felt my arousal pool between them, my face flushed having him so close behind me.

I wondered... if he was this intimidating and devastatingly handsome, how would his other brothers be?

A man suddenly entered and Lycan Draven turned to him.

"Dante, have her follow us."

And without giving me another glance, he turned and left the room.

Dabte bowed as he left and I assumed he'd be a guard. His cold eyes met mine and I swallowed as I followed him, barely even paying heed to my family behind me.

None of them even said a word as I left and I didn't bother paying them any attention.

Soon, I got into a car and Dante sped up after another car which I assumed Lycan Draven was in.

I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing, hiding my shaky fingers under the small bag I had with me which contained my things.

Not that I had much to pack anyway. I had a few changes of clothes and my mother's things; the ruined journal, some of our pictures, which fortunately were still intact, a locket with our picture inside and an amulet with an emerald green jewel which I always wore, not only because It matched my eyes but because It was the last gift she had given me before she died and I promised myself never to take It off.

It was the most expensive thing I owned and many times, my step-family had tried to forcefully take It to sell but I didn't let them, even If it meant getting hit.

As the car approached the gloomy mansion of the Lycan Triplets', a sense of fear crept into my veins once again and I gripped my amulet, running my fingers over the pendant. It was something I usually did when I was nervous or anxious and strangely, It comforted me. Sometimes, I felt closer to my mum whenever I did that.

However, the comfort could not still conceal the heavy air that settled around the mansion like a thick mist when I got down clumsily, gripping my bag tight.

The mansion loomed before me, an imposing structure with intricate carvings; a testament to the Triplets' power and opulence.

The architectural beauty of the building exuded an air of darkness, the entrance resembling the gates of hell itself.

Lycan Draven got down, and I watched, unknowingly feeling a tense sensation run down my spine as his gaze met mine for a heated stare before he walked in without a word.

Dante soon alighted from the car. He was tall, towering over me with a foot and some inches. I was short so I was like 5'4" and he looked well over 6. He had short dirty blonde hair that settled like satin waves over his head and deep, probing brown eyes that looked like melted chocolate.

He was handsome, and despite his bulky muscles and intimidating appearance, had this calm demeanor around him. I almost felt safe in his presence but I would be stupid to trust anyone here.

A maid approached us and I took note of her uniform. A black pinafore over a white shirt and a white apron. Her hair was pulled up in a simple bun like the other Omegas I had come across while being driven further into the Lycan's domain.

She bowed as the driver shut the door behind me and approached us both, towering over us.

"Welcome, Beta Dante."

Beta Dante.

No wonder. For a driver, the aura he exuded was too strong and submissive. I had suspected he wasn't an ordinary driver sent to pick me up, but who would have thought It was the Beta of Belthemore? The Lycan Triplets' Beta.

He barely regarded the surprised look I threw at him as he ordered in a cold voice.

"Take her to the room and ensure she freshens up. Get her new clothes to change into as well."

"Yes, Beta" she turned to me, and I could see reluctance in her eyes before she said. "This way, Miss."

I followed her reluctantly, taking note of the confused but disapproving look she had given me. It was the same expression Dante had when he had come to pick me up.

She quietly led me to my room, the silence between us, tensed and uncomfortable.

What followed after we arrived in my new, spacious room was a whirlwind. Another maid joined her, and with their skillful hands and neutral expressions, they had washed and scrubbed me down till I thought my skin would peel. But then again I hadn't had a bath in a long while like this.

Soon, I got dressed in what looked like nightwear. For a moment, standing in Infront of the mirror and looking at my expression, I thought it was some kind of joke. The gown barely hid anything. It was a low neckline and exposed a great portion of my cleavage and it was so short, my whole thighs were in view.

I grew flustered as I pulled it down by the minute, but a maid soon slapped my hand away, and I grew even more flustered.

She had a strange look in her eyes as she looked at me. "Have you never done this before?"

Flushed, I shook my head nimbly as I licked my lips. "N- no."

"Well, whatever you do, you only have to follow two rules when meeting with the Lycans to ensure you don't lose your life. You have to do anything they say without hesitation, and you can't try to run away from them."

I swallowed, feeling like the room was closing in on me.

"If you can do this, you'll live far much longer than the others."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Lycan Draven walked in. He had a powerful body, with his muscles straining against the clothes he had changed into, and his hair was wet, some strands falling over his dangerously narrowed eyes.

"Leave us " His gaze didn't leave me for even a second, and the maids immediately scurried out after bowing.

I felt a lump in my throat as I stepped back just as he trailed after me in the room until the back of my knees stopped at the edge of the bed.

Finally, he moved.

"Y- Your Highness, what are you doing?!" Flustered, I asked out loud, eyes wide.