A Slave To The Triplet Alphas

Hazel's POV

Never have I ever been sold off like some cheap commodity.

My head pounds like I have a toothache in my head and I can feel my brain melting in a hung-over daze.

What the hell happened and why am I in a dark cramped space? The whole space smells like urine and when I tried to open my eyes, I was met with a hollow void of blackness. It was then it all clicked when I tried to stretch my leg a little and I realized my movement was restricted.

I was locked up in a Fucking cage.

I let out an ear-piercing scream, hollering for help. Why does my whole body hurt so bad and why am I locked up like an animal? What the fucking freaking hell is going on?

I heard the sound of keys jiggling and I felt a spark of hope shimmer in my mind. Yes, help was coming. I was finally going to get loose from this insane madness.

The polythene bag wrapped around my head was yanked off in a fury and my eyes met with an angry expression.

"What is wrong with you, child?!" A man in a face cap yelled at me. He had thick beards, a set of finely decayed teeth with a horrid breath.

I had to blink repeatedly to have my eyes adjusted to the bright light. There were several other cages filled with semi-nude girls like me. Our wrists were tied and most of them were still blindfolded. Others were crying but what was most important was how a 17-year-old girl like me found herself in this dilemma in a modern contemporary state like New York.

"Do you know this is a crime against the law?!" I clenched my teeth angrily. "You are going down, I promise you that!" I gritted my teeth and my nostrils flared.

"Shut up, kid! I make the rules here, not you so you will do well to obey my every command." He widened his eyes at me and pulled his ears and I felt fear cripple into my heart.

"Why am I here?" My voice softened. "Please tell me what you intend to do to us?" I begged with a sense of urgency in my tone.

"Listen to me, kiddo, you and the other women have been sold and I intend to make twice or thrice the money from you guys." He said before standing up from his formerly crouched position.

I felt my ears make ringing sounds. Sold?!

That's incredulous! We are not some flock of hens or goats to be sold like cheap commodities. Did I time-travel back to centuries ago? Why haven't the cops busted this place already?

What about my poor mom? What was she doing about my situation? Surely I must be all over the news by now. As far as I'm concerned, I have always known my father to be highly irresponsible and useless. My mom tagged him as the sperm donor who never gave a fuck about us. He had an illicit affair with an old colleague from college who happened to be Mom's friend many years ago and they had a child, old enough to be my elder sister. Ever since then, it's been Mom and I against the world.

The man on the face cap looked like the boss who called the shots in this human trafficking business and he clapped thrice. Instantly, the huge red curtain that served as a wall was pulled down and suddenly, I realized we were on a podium with a series of guests settled. They were all smartly dressed in suits and tuxedos like they were at the bank, doing some important transactions.

"Can the auction begin now?!" The man on the face cap stood by the podium, next to us. There was a microphone and a gravel attached to the table he stood. "I'm Alfred Walter and I'm your host for today."

It was a huge hall with about ten cages placed in front of the stage. Several people dressed in the same T-shirt and face cap as the boss ushered around, serving refreshments and handing over souvenirs. The auction hall featured a sophisticated layout with comfortable seating, allowing attendees to observe the proceedings with ease. The auctioneer's podium is situated at the front, well-lit to capture everyone's attention. Large screens displaying item details and bidding information were strategically placed in front.

"No! I refuse to be sold, I'd rather die!" A lady started shaking the bars of her cage aggressively.

"Shut up, Matilda!" The man yelled at her but she spat and yelled. "Over my dead body." In the most spiteful tone, I have ever heard.

"Very well then." He shrugged nonchalantly and made a beeline towards her in a blinding non-natural velocity before grabbing her by the neck, squeezing the life out of her, and dipping his elongated claws into her chest before ripping out her heart in one swift cut. Her body dropped lifelessly on the stage with her eyes staring back at us. Blood trailed down the stage like an abattoir where they slaughter animals.

I felt my eye socket nearly pop out. Did Alfred's nails just stretch twice the size of a talon and rip out a woman's heart? Omg! Who are these creatures and what do they plan on doing to us?

The guest sat still like, watching us with interest like what happened was a mundane incident that happens all the time. Another girl passed out in her cage from the shock. It was all overwhelming as the hall became dead silent.

For the first time ever, I felt sweat assemble on my forehead as I felt my creeping paranoia foster its way into my body. The reality finally dawned on me. These people seated aren't humans and if they are not humans then what the hell are they? But most importantly, what do they want from us? Me specifically?!

The ladies all quieted down, as shock registered and flashed before our eyes.

"Sorry about that little hindrance, let's get right to our business of the day, shall we?" He snatched a handkerchief from a staff that offered him one and wiped the blood off his hands before making his way back to the stage.

"The first exquisite collection of art we have is Hazel Parker. Her height is 5'8, she is a brunette with brown orbs and she weighs a total of 60 pounds." He smiled, bearing his elongated teeth at the audience or would I call it fangs? Alfred's tone boomed loudly.

"She makes the perfect whip girl, she can be made flexible and she can bear bountiful children. She is also good at house chores so she will serve as a perfect slave." Another voice uttered from the audience and when I turned to face him, I nearly collapsed at the stench of betrayal.

Bloody fucking Benjamin sold me off?!

My stepfather?!

What the actual fuck is happening?

"Benjamin!" I yelled with veins popping out of my neck.

"Sorry kiddo, business didn't go as planned. I tried to gamble and played two odds but I ran at a loss." He shrugged his shoulders and stared at me in pity.

"Does Mother know you kidnapped me and sold me off to human murderers or kidnappers?!" My voice broke even further. "Does she know you fucking retarded bastard of a husband is pimping me out?!" I yelled louder.

Benjamin sighed tiredly and waved me off. "Please carry on, Alfred!" He urged the host on.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, I have got middle fingers but tonight you will get two." I raised two middle fingers in his ugly face.

"Bidding offer starts from five thousand dollars, do I hear a counteroffer?" He started and the guest started raising their hands and putting in their offers.

No way! Could they be bidding over me? I mean, I'm Hazel Parker, right? Or does someone else bear the name around here? My chest was beating so fast and my nerves were going haywire.

Benjamin was the man mother introduced to me five months ago as the man she fell in love with. She had been single for so long and I was genuinely happy that she found love and a man who deserved her, but he had not started revealing his true colors.

Benjamin was a chronic gambler, he smokes, drinks, and he chases everything in a skirt. Benjamin is a fucking user and a walking STD who wanted to use mom and he would take whatever little money mom made to spend on smelling hoes in cheap rat-infested motels. I guess due to his reckless gambling, Benjamin ran into debts and since he could not settle it, he came up with a brilliant mind-blowing idea which was to trade his stepdaughter.

"Ten thousand dollars, do I hear a counteroffer?" Alfred was beginning to grin happily and I felt like I was going to puke my lungs out.

"Fifteen thousand dollars." A man suddenly hollered and the hall was silent for some seconds before little murmurings came from the guests seated.

I turned to face the man who put in so much money on my behalf. He was chiseled and muscular with bright burnt ginger hair that fell over his eyes in bangs. He was tall and his shoes sparkled so well that I could swear I saw my reflection in them. He had a sophisticated look on and the first two buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned. He gave off this bad boy vibes, unlike the other guests who were a bit uptight with their fashion. He looked like a real-life anime character and I could swear there was always a swish wind to blow over his bangs in a cool way. The dude was so fucking hot.

I blinked repeatedly to get myself off my distraction. I needed to focus and hate this man for trying to buy me and for sitting calmly when the other lady was murdered in cold blood.

"Going?!" Alfred pressed on and he met with abject silence.

"Going." He repeated before adding. "Sold!" And hitting the gravel on the table twice.

My cage was opened and I fell off, losing my balance. I could barely stand because I had been cramped for way too long in that miniature of a cage. I had a leash over my neck like a dog and I was handed over to my new boss, the man I was sold to in order to start my life afresh.

"Hi, I'm Thomas Jackson, and I own you now." My new boss said in a husky baritone and I felt something inside of me flutter from how deep and rich his musical voice was.

Hazel's POV

Never have I ever been claimed.

One minute ago I was locked in a dog cage and sold off to some hot Greek god and in the next minute, I found myself in a car, heading to an unknown destination.

I racked my head trying to remember how I got there. How Benjamin got me all bundled up and sold got me all worked up yet I met with a vacant memory? Something was amiss and I must definitely figure it all out.

The ambiance in the car was cold that I felt the brittle air could snap if I didn't thread lightly. What does it mean to be sold? What will my new life be like? Have I been sold as a breeder? If yes, why would a hot specimen want to sleep with me when he can get any woman of his choice?

From his fashion sense, the wads of cash he splurged at the auction, and the insane sandalwood chocolate musk perfume he uses, I could tell he came from money. To sum it up, he smells expensive, and the kind of car he drives? Bitch! It's my first time in a Lamborghini Urus and I'm grateful for the opportunity even though I was abducted against my will. This dude is wealthy as hell so why? Why does he need me?

I tried so hard to remain mute like a good little pet but the curiosity from within got a better hold of me and I could not stand it anymore so I started by clearing my throat to gain his attention since he was sitting beside me at the back seat while his driver drove us to Jupiter knows where.

"Is the leash too tight?" He inquired in an authoritative tone and I felt my eyes fall to the ground since I couldn't bring myself to maintain eye contact with him.

"Yes." I nodded my head and he eyed me from down to up without saying a word before using a key to unlock it.

I massaged my wrist a little following its recent release. "Thanks, sir."

"Call me Thomas." He said.

"Why did you buy me? What do you need me for?" I bit my lips lowly.

"Are you hungry?" He diverted my attention and as if my body obeyed his every command and whim, I felt my stomach rumble aggressively and I knitted my hands in embarrassment.

"Ye-yes, Thomas." I stuttered while scratching my neck.

His eyes watched my every movement for a brief second before he offered me bread and cold meat to feast on.

Usually, I'm an avid advocate for hot foods. I love and enjoy consuming my food freshly and directly from the cooker but here I am, left with no option than to eat like a dog. I grabbed the food hungrily and stuffed my mouth.

I can't even remember how long I had stayed without eating and how I managed to survive. You would not exactly call me a glutton but I am a glorified foodie. It's a miracle that despite all my feeding, I still don't gain weight. Gaining weight has been an arduous task ever since I gained self-awareness of my body. I have always been petite, small, and short.

Most girls upon reaching puberty start to fluff either in their chest, hips, or butt but puberty left me with nothing. I'm flat-chested with protruding nipples, there is nothing impressive about my derrière or hip bone. Although you could say I have some killer tiny waists and a very pretty face to die for but I'm afraid that is where it ends.

You don't need to say it, I will admit it myself.

Hell yes, I battle with my self-esteem. People have not failed in making me feel ashamed of my body. Even my stepfather called me a bro several times. The bastard initially assumed I was a boy when he first met me.

The car came to a halt right in front of, uhm! Wait a minute! Let me pick up my gawking tongue and gather my thoughts.

There were no words that could describe the magic before us. The car proceeded into the main building and parked before a fleet of luxurious cars. I was in a freaking castle, somewhere in the States. I had no idea we had palaces in the States. I thought a palace of this magnitude should only exist in England and not somewhere in New York.

As we drove through the grand entrance of the royal palace, a world of enchantment and majesty unfolds before our eyes. The sunlight dances through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues of emerald, sapphire, and amethyst upon the marble floors, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that twinkle with each step. The air is perfumed with the delicate fragrance of freshly bloomed roses, carried on a gentle breeze that whispers secrets of the palace's grand history.

The opulence of the palace is evident in every detail. Gilded chandeliers hang from the lofty ceiling, their crystal pendants catching the light and casting a soft, golden glow upon the grand hall. Elaborate tapestries, woven with threads of silk and gold, line the walls, depicting epic scenes of heroic battles and romantic tales of love. Ornate columns, adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and intricate foliage, reach toward the heavens, supporting the weight of centuries of tradition and grandeur.

There were lots of palace guards stationed at every corner, there was an endless trail of maids running around to fix one thing or the other. The palace had huge graphics at the top that said 'Welcome To Mystic Fall Pack.'

"Uhm! What is a pack?!" I turned to Thomas who was ready to alight from the car.

He squinted his eyes at me like he could not believe I was daft enough to ask the most silliest question ever. "A pack is a community of werewolves with a hierarchy from Alpha all the way to the lowest on the food chain, the Omega."

Wait! What the hell?!

This beautiful palace filled with humans running around is a community of werewolves?!

"So you mean you are a werewolf and that everyone present here is a manifestation of some illusion you created in your head?!" I tapped my chin before bursting into a fit of giggle.

"Are you suggesting that I am running mad?!" Thomas' brown eyes had become a fiery of black orbs circled by a burning flame of gold.

Gosh! I could get lost in his beautiful eyes if he was not some nut case.

"Nah! Tell me another joke or improv. I mean don't werewolves exist in mystical books and movies alone? This can't be true, or can it?!"

"You have a lot to learn about your new life, Hazel, come along unless you want me to fasten your leash tight again." He gritted his teeth and his expression was really cold while I struggled to get out of the car and catch up with his pace.

I hissed in pain the moment my legs touched the ground. It turned out I had lots of bruises all over my body and legs. I think my kneecap is broken and I might need a reconstructive surgery to fix my entire body. It Fucking hurts as hell.

"Thomas, please slow down," I begged while hopping around like a one-legged frog, trying to catch up.

"I'm afraid there is no time for that, this is your new life and you need to catch up really fast." His voice thundered as he yelled at me and I felt my heart race really fast.

"Yes sir." My tone was low.

As we wandered deeper into the palace, we found ourselves in a breathtaking courtyard. Lush gardens bursted forth with a riot of color, as if a painter's palette had come to life. A cobblestone path meandered through the meticulously manicured lawns, leading to a tranquil fountain at the center. Water cascaded from the sculpted figures of elegant werewolves in their graceful forms frozen in time with their forelimbs stuck in the air. The sound of trickling water mingles with the laughter of playful songbirds, creating a symphony of nature's melody.

"You are now my personal slave, you tender to my chambers and you serve me alone," Thomas said upon our entrance into the palace building.

There were royalties everywhere with their maids accompanying them and doing their every bid. The maids could be identified due to the general uniform they all had on.

"You will be taken to your quarters where you must freshen up before reporting back to my room tonight and alone." He ordered me and I swallowed.

"Sir, did you say alone?" I blinked repeatedly and he sighed.

"Are you a retard?!" He massaged his temples. "If Alfred had mentioned that you were a dunce then I would have never bought you!" He yelled at me.

"Your clumsiness and your ignorance disgust me." He was saying when a hand tapped him on the shoulder.

My eyes had gotten moist from the harsh words he spilled. They were like daggers. Never have I ever been yelled at and since this was to be my new life, I had a hard time adjusting at the pace of my new master.

"Brother, I see you finally got yourself a girl, she is a bit skinny wouldn't you agree? I thought you liked curvy women." A man with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared from behind as he sized me up. He looked somewhat the same age with Thomas.

"For fuck sake, shut up, Alex." Thomas rolled his eyes. "She is not my mate, she is my new maid."

I could tell already that Alex was the annoying sibling every household had and Thomas was the slightly mature yet cruel brother. There was a semblance in their facial features. They both had sharp chiseled pointy chins and the same oval-shaped eyes and pointed noses.

Alex was holding an apple and chewing slowly. "Oh! I see, although she does look like she would pass out at any slightly given chance, this is a bad purchase, brother, you should let's us eat her."

"It's none of your business, now we have come a long way so we need to freshen up." Thomas tried to shoo his brother but Alex was not having it.

"You should have let her wither away and die, she is ugly and totally not worth it." Alex threw his half-eaten apple on my face and I felt my blood boil at how rude he was.

"Excuse me!" I balled my fists and turned to Alex, ready to take out all of my anger on him as the juices from the apple trailed down my neck when Thomas yelled at the both of us.

"Hazel Parker is my business and she is mine to handle so stay the fuck away from our business, Alex!" He grabbed me roughly by the wrist and led me to a smaller chamber, leaving a perplexed Alex to himself.

Hazel's POV

Never have I ever been falsely accused.

Settling into the maid's quarters was a big change for me. One would think since the entire castle was huge and perfect then the maid quarters will equally be impressive but alas! It was nothing to write home about. It was a dilapidated block with growing moss and it seemed haunted because, at midnight, one tends to hear funny sounds.

I have learned several things since I arrived at the palace. All slaves are bought humans and they serve the royal palace. When Thomas mentioned that the Omegas were the last on the food chain, he lied because we human slaves are at the mercy of the werewolves.

I also learned that aside from Alex, Thomas has another brother whom I'm yet to meet, and contrary to my initial assumption that Thomas was the eldest son of the Mystic Fall royal pack, they were triplets. I hoped the last brother would be nice or perhaps be the lesser asshole compared to those two. I also learned that the king has been ill for months and that the queen runs the entire palace. Since the sons are triplets, they must impress their dying father in order for him to name his heir the successor of the throne. Which means that the brothers are competitors vying for the post of the Alpha of the pack.

It was a brand new day of reporting to my duties so I made my way to Thomas' chambers to help him prepare for the day. On getting to his chamber, I saw an entourage of semi-nude ladies. One of them jiggled a small bell and another raised the curtains to let sunlight streak in while all of them bowed to Thomas, waking him up.

Damn! This dude deserves to go to hell in the afterlife for enjoying this much paradise on Earth.

"Hazel!" He yawned tiredly while I stood rooted to the entrance.

"Sir?" My brows knitted in confusion.

"How many times do you want me to tell you to call me Thomas?" His bright golden orbs gazed at me.

My eyes fell to the ground as I muttered a quick apology.

"No slave of mine shall stare at the ground while I'm talking to them." He yelled harshly and got up from his bed.

I felt slightly embarrassed and I muttered another quick apology while facing up this time around. I was surprised to find out he was standing next to me. His 6'4 height towering over me.

"Do you know what today is?!" His tone was softer this time around. He still looked Fucking hot despite just getting out of bed. His bangs were tousled. He had on a white jogger with a pair of white socks while revealing his rippling abs. From his toned perfect body, one could tell he works out a whole lot. Or maybe he was just born with great genes.

"Uhm!" I shrugged my shoulders. "Sunday?" It sounded more like a question than an answer.

"Gosh! It's the Queen's birthday, how clueless could you possibly be?!" He punched the wall hard and I flinched. "Are you so blind that you can't feel the air? It's a festive period and the whole castle is being redecorated." He pressed on.

His plump red lips pursed into an unimpressive sigh. "I thought most human slaves gossip a lot, didn't you learn anything?"

"I'm sorry Thomas, I haven't made any friends yet and they all treat me like a leper because I am new. When I enter the room, they all shush and whisper around me." I cried out in frustration and he shook his head.

"Ladies!" He turned to the other semi-nude ladies present in his room. There were about twelve of them. "I think I'm ready to take my bath." He made his way to another room and the ladies followed suit.

I couldn't seem to figure out why he had to announce he needed to take a bath but I followed suit and regretted it afterwards. Thomas was naked in the huge bathtub and the ladies were all in, washing him like a royal prince.

Is this the treatment all royalties get in the palace?! Damn! I excused myself and stayed back in his room while admiring it.

A magnificent canopy bed commands attention at the center of the room, its towering pillars intricately carved with intricate filigree and adorned with cascading curtains of silk. The sheets are of the finest Egyptian cotton, whispering promises of comfort and indulgence. Beside the bed, an intricately carved nightstand holds a delicately crafted silver tray, bearing a crystal decanter filled with the finest aged brandy.

Against one wall, an impressive mahogany bookcase stretches from floor to ceiling, its shelves lined with leather-bound tomes containing ancient wisdom and tales from far-off lands. A cozy reading nook beckons, adorned with plump cushions and a velvet chaise longue where the prince can immerse himself in tales of adventure and knowledge. I might not know Thomas' IQ but I can tell he is a smart lad. The dude probably reads a lot.

A gleaming fireplace, intricately designed with marble and gold accents, dominates another wall, radiating warmth and providing a cozy respite during colder evenings. Above the mantelpiece, an ornate mirror reflects the room's splendor, enhancing the sense of spaciousness and adding an air of enchantment. His room was magic.

Having had a proper bath, a nice haircut, and after getting dressed. Thomas dismissed the ladies and led me out of his chambers to the main palace. It looked like a ballroom. Slaves were running around doing finishing touches to the cakes and foods and redecorations.

"From now henceforth, you will be tasked with cleaning my room, organizing my bookshelves, choosing my daily outfits, serving my food, and running errands. So if I were you, I will make some friends real fast." He scolded harshly and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes before nodding my head affirmatively.

"The queen will be clocking three sixty-five years today and we will all pay homage to her, celebrate her, and worship her," Thomas said in a much more calm tone.

"Wait what?!" My jaw dropped when I heard the age bracket.

I was slowly believing that werewolves existed but I needed a breather and space to catch up at a healthy pace. I didn't know werewolves could live that long. Every morning, I see a couple of werewolves training at the main grounds, they were called the warrior werewolves.

"Shut up and act prim, Mother is heading in this direction." Thomas slapped my hands but I yelped in pain a little too loudly which caught the queen's attention as she made a beeline towards here.

"Queen mother." Thomas placed his cheeks side by side next to his mother's, kissing her.

"My perfect son." She smiled while caressing his chin. She had an entourage of slaves behind her.

"Hey, Hazel stinky." Someone whispered and tickled my waist and I squirmed a little too loud again, only this time, I slipped and collided with some slaves carrying a heavy mounded status of the Queen and the item went shattering into the ground. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the palace, the queen included.

It was Alex and he was grinning while I fumed angrily but nothing could remedy the mess I had created.

"How dare you!" A voice thundered from afar and the crowd parted like the Red Sea. It was a man whose elbow was attached to the hand of a blonde lady.

"Who are you?" The Queen faced me with a calculated look while beads of sweat assembled on my forehead.

At this point, I was not just scared for my life, I was trembling like an electrocuted cat.

"I am." I tried to say but my voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat again. "I'm Hazel Parker, Thomas' slave."

"Do you have any idea what you have done?" The man was standing before me now and boy, was he so damn mad. He had brown hair and brown orbs. He was tall and muscular and he had a striking resemblance to the queen.

It was then I figured it out. He was the third son.

"That was my gift to Mother, a statue that took me months to carve and you just ruined it in seconds." He grabbed me by the collar and tears began to make their way down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, it was Alex that tickled me." I hiccuped.

"Are you blaming me for your mistakes, slave?" Alex tilted his head to the side.

"Gosh! She stinks so bad." The blonde lady who looked like a princess shook her head, and dipped her hands into her purse before spraying perfume all over my face and mouth.

"That's enough, Bella and Aidan." The queen ordered and everywhere fell silent.

"While I appreciate your gift, son." She turned to Aidan whose face was red from anger. "I must admit Hazel here did me Favour because that statue looked nothing like me, my nose isn't crooked." She said and the crowd snickered, Thomas included but I dared not laugh else I might be beheaded, who knows?

But I was relieved that she wasn't mad at me, unlike Aidan who looked like he wanted me six feet below the ground.

"But mom-" Aidan was saying when the queen raised her hand mid-air, silencing him.

"I'm Queen Charlotte, how old are you?" She turned to me. She was dressed so regal and when I tried to count the number of pearls adorning her neck, I lost count somewhere around number twelve.

"I'm seventeen, ma'am." My head was slightly bowed. The queen was blonde was some parts of her hair were turning a bit grey. Now I understood where Alex got his hair color from.

"You are new here, aren't you?" She scrutinized me carefully.

"Yes ma'am."

"Have you any family here?" She inquired one more time.

"No ma, my stepdad sold me." My nostrils itches as I sniffed a little, basking in self-pity.

"You seem like the youngest slave in the palace and because I'm in a good mood, I will get you registered at Thomas, Aidan, and Alex's school." She snapped her fingers twice and a slave brought forth a pen and a paper where she wrote some things.

"Bare in mind that you are not my favorite so don't misuse this opportunity, during the day, you will school and in the evenings, you will return to your slave duties."

I fell on my knees immediately as joy overfilled me from within. "Long live the Queen, thank you, Queen Charlotte." I kept chanting with my eyes closed.

That was when I felt a hard kick on my back. I opened my eyes to see Aidan, Alex, Bella, and Thomas towering over me.

"I will ruin you just as you have ruined my gifts, I swear to the moon goddess." Aidan dished out his threats before leaving furiously.

"You are a pathetic loser, you might attend our school but you will never fit in." Bella sprayed more perfume over my face before hissing and sashaying away.

"Well, that went well. You could have landed in the dungeons but here you are breathing fine." Alex chuckled and clapped his hands. "Bravo!"

"Shut up and cut her some slacks." Thomas rolled his eyes and yanked me up before leading me away from his brother and the wandering eyes of people.

"I'm sorry, Master Thomas." I cringed as I apologized for the umpteenth time that morning.

"Your life is going to be hell, no doubt, you should grow a tough skin." Thomas sneered at me.

"Is Bella your sister?" I blurted out my thought before realizing and then I slapped my mouth while my eyes were the size of a saucepan.

"Isabella is the only daughter of the special adviser to the king. she is going to be the mate of any of my brothers, including me so I would call her name with utmost respect if I were you." His hands were balled into a fist and I swallowed after realizing that he has a soft spot for the blonde bitch.

My hopes were dashed when I realized that Aidan turned out to the rudest and the biggest of all assholes. What will my life be moving onward? At least the thought of resuming school cheered me somewhat. Perhaps, I could have some hours of the day to myself, away from the triplets and my slavery duties.