Xianna’s POV “Will you sell them for two hundred dollars each? You know I’m buying three of your girls?” I heard the man standing outside with dad asking. My palms began to sweat, my legs and face. “Which of my daughters are you talking of in particular?” Dad asked. I couldn’t just believe he was doing this, selling us to a stranger. The first three oldest children he had as he had no male. “The eldest, she’s eighteen right?” “No, twenty years of age.” My dad corrected. “Bella, the second is eighteen and the third, Louise, is seventeen. The remaining two are under fifteen.” “No, we don’t need those.” The man snapped. “Are you willing to sell the three of them for two hundred dollars each? Then I’ll buy. Look at the war, there’s no hope of it ending soon and the source of livelihood is all cut short, you should think of survival and the safety of your daughters first.” I stamped my foot to the ground hearing his last phrase. My dad would be so unwise to believe these words. From a far distance was the blast of bombs and bombs of gunshots. The war in the Belial Pack has lasted for three years now, the Venyl Pack have refused to surrender even when the cause is just a few hectares of land at the borders of either pack. The Regal City Pack, the seat of government of the Alpha President is said to be the cause of all these wars, while the war is going on, they are secretly exploiting our resources. It was a secret but no one dared to say it out openly. Alpha Ruiz is the President of all Alphas, if the world were to be a kingdom he would be the Alpha king and his quadruplet sons, his heirs. Being so powerful and authoritative, all packs were either directly or indirectly submerged under his rule. I gnashed my teeth, breathing heavily. His tone got me deeply pissed. If not for the ongoing war, he would be committing a hideous crime, buying girls. It could even land him in jail but here he was, sounding as though he was doing us good. My sisters and I were called out and lined up for him to have a proper view of us but I looked down, face tight with a deep frown and my heart ripping with anger. I was angry at my dad and hateful at the stranger coming to buy us. Being girls, society had already labeled us to be mute. We didn’t really have a say. I turned back, my mom was inside our house with my younger sisters cradled around her, sobbing. She would never want this but she had no say. The war had left us drained of all money and food resources, yet if I were my dad, I would never do this. I would prefer to die. Since no one was coming to save us, my wolf pushed me. She tumbled over my inner self, I wasn’t set to know peace unless I speak. “Where are you coming from?” I shot my question directly at the buyer, looking him eyeball to eyeball for the first time, then to dad. “Why will you decide to sell your daughters to a stranger you know nothing of? Where is he gonna take us to, to whom?” My voice cracked, almost in tears. Pain thrust through my heart, hot tears formed in my eyes as I looked at these two men. My dad and the stranger. I couldn’t take in the horrifying reality that my dad doesn’t value us. I bit my lower lips, folding my fists in anger. I wished I had superpower, I would knock them down, not caring, just to save my sisters and myself. I hated crying, I didn’t want to be seen as weak but here I was, fighting hard with it. I couldn’t help it. Inside of me, the thorns of betrayal were tearing me apart. Never in my wildest dream did I expect a day like this would come, where I would have to leave my beloved family, not in marriage but as a sold slave. Silence pulled over for the next few minutes, dad and the man, supposed in his forties, glared at me, shocked I managed to speak up. Punishment was sure but I didn’t care. I turned towards my sisters, they were mute and shaking. Even without letting it out, I knew they were afraid for me. “Are you the one in need of girls to marry?” I lashed out further. “No, but the most powerful Alpha in the world. Alpha Ruiz.” His cold voice rang out, eyes darkened. Alpha Ruiz? His name alone made me sick. It’s just getting out of hand. My jaw muscles worked as I grounded my teeth together. “The Alpha who’s the cause of this war and now he wants to buy our girls as his slaves, I mean sex slaves?” If no one was going to speak up, then I will. “You can go tell him.” “Will you shut up?” Dad thundered at me, wiping a hard slap over my cheeks. “You’ve become so rebellious, perhaps I’ll have to sell only you. If you remain here, you will put me in trouble.” “I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “I’ll keep these two. You can take her. Perhaps the shackles of slavery will tame her. I never even liked her from the beginning.” My jaw dropped. “Dad?” I’d thought I was just thinking up things. He never liked me. It was hard to believe. My sisters cried, grabbing my hands. “Will you leave her alone before I change my mind again?” He thundered at them, making them release me quickly. The tears continued. Tears streamed down my face, clouding my eyes. Despair lurked around me. Didn’t you want to save your sisters? The voice whispered to me. I’ve been selfless for long, here it was costing my freedom, my dreams of growing up to marry the man of my dreams, my fated mate. I would now have to spend the rest of my life with someone I’d never like. It seemed like a dream. Then he pulled out dollar notes, it was real. I was being sold. Before I had the time to process my thoughts, a truck pulled over by the roadside, three soldiers jumped down from the back, looking huge and fierce, they came over to me. Their aura made me tremble, I shook without being pushed. They grabbed me, about to lead me away. My mom rushed out crying with my little sisters, Bella and Louise couldn’t control their tears. I, myself couldn’t. So many thoughts ran across my mind. What if they don’t survive the war? What if I can’t meet up with the life over there? I’ll be dead and still not get my family? I shook my head, trying to push off the thoughts. My heart was getting heavier thinking about it, more than I could bear. Now I wanted to hug my mom and sisters goodbye, my spirit was weakened. I was forcefully made to believe girls and women had no say, I was bargained on and sold by a man to a man. My worth trampled on. I struggled with the shoulders. “Let me greet my mom and sisters goodbye.” I cried out aloud but they sneered in mockery. “Take!” The stranger who came to buy me stuffed a dollar note into my dad’s hand. “Here to buy her desire to greet her family goodbye, we are in a hurry to return back and your home was the last to stop by.” I had no say. Even my will was bought. I’d never forget this! I was led away in tears. Watching my mom and sisters cry for me with none of them being able to save me pierced my heart a zillion times. Xianna changed. This moment turned me into a villain. I vowed. I would never remain silent seeing a girl like me especially suffering in the hands of a man without lending out my voice, even if it costs me my life. I’ve been sold, perhaps my life doesn’t matter after all. But even before death, I’ll lend out my voice. Getting to the truck by the road, I was jacked into the back, there I realised there were over thirty girls stuffed in the back, heads lowered and most crying. My wolf wept. Sorrow pricked deeply. I could see through the agony of the girls. My journey to the Regal Clan Pack was destined to be made in misery. As we drove off, the image of my mom and sisters crying for me haunting me so badly. Worst of all, my dad showed no remorse.
Xianna’s POV The journey was a long and terrifying one, made through deserted regions and war zones. The shootings of guns and blasts of bombs on our way coming here made my heart skip a million times. I feared we would even reach our destination alive. About four hours later, we arrived. Another life of misery set to begin. The truck rode through the smooth concrete driveway of the estate, it was larger than I could ever expect. The back had little windows we could peep through. Servants and maids scurried over the grounds, performing one task or the other. It was evening and I wondered if they had been working all day. Behind each group of servants and maids were task masters towering over them with tough faces, glimmering whips in their hands which were ready to strike at any moment. No one needed to tell me, this is a slave zone and we were the new set of slaves about to be enslaved. Only if it would be physical. Among the masters was a tall, muscular and handsome young man hitting one of the maids. I flinched, attracted to the scene even as no one seemed to pay attention. Looking closer, she was older, double his age. My heartbeat ceased. What the hell? This happened to be where our truck was just approaching. The view got clearer. The maid was pregnant and yet she was on her knees. We were offloaded from the truck, while others were focused on our slave master, my eyes were on the scene with my heart beating in rage. I couldn’t just keep quiet, my adrenaline never allowed that. The promise I made before leaving my pack re echoed in my brain, sealing off all fear. “What did she do that you have to treat her this way with her condition?” I challenged him. “Do you think Alpha Ruiz would be happy seeing you do this?” Even when I knew Ruiz was just as wicked, I thought mentioning a higher up would make him drop the whip but it seems he wasn’t gonna do that. The moment I mentioned Alpha Ruiz, his eyes glistened with ego, he burst into a loud, terrifying laughter that darkened his eyes while he laughed. I pressed my lips together trying to control the fright that was setting in. His face came closer, his lips towards my ear, I shifted slightly avoiding him. “You know who I am?” His tone was deep and cold, it was the worst possible moment for me. While attempting to pull myself into order, the sudden grab of his hand over my neck took me by surprise, the next second I was rising in the air, gasping for breath. “You just came in today, right? And you’re challenging my authority? I’ll deal with you.” He lifted his right hand, about to strike, I was already shaking terribly but within a twinkle of an eye, a deep voice was already shouting from the distance. “Heyyyy! Alpha Ray.” “Stopppp it!!” Alpha Ray? Ray? Ruiz? This must be one of his quadruplet sons. I looked towards where the voice was coming from. Another young man, just as identical as he was but more gentle, dressed rather officially in a pair of black trousers and a black short sleeve shirt, tucked in. Then something on his neck got more of my attention. A German collar. Werepriest? The first question that came to my mind. Nevertheless, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Don’t try that! Enough!” Slowly, Ray began to set me down, disappointment showing on his face. “You. Rise!” He signaled to the pregnant maid. “Thanks so much, Padre.” So far, I knew this is the Latin word for a priest. My eyes kept staring at him like I was seeing some foreign being, in my mind, he glowed like an Angel. The first man to act different and speak against the plight of us girls, the whole of my attention was just captured. My wolf leapt in excitement. “I need to know this man more!” I said to her, still staring till he walked closer, placing his hand over my shoulder and locking eyes with me. “Are you alright?” I squirmed hearing his voice, cool and deep, eyes glowing brown like that of an Angel. His touch along his charms got me shaking. He must have noticed it before releasing me. I nodded, wishing he would place his hands back, where they belonged. “What again, Padre Carlos? I’ve always asked you to stay away from my affair and focus on your spiritual life.” My eyes immediately shifted back to the first Alpha, jealousy sunk deep in his eyes but Padre Carlos as he called let out a brief smile, one that captured me further. “Not everyone deserves your harsh treatment,” he simply said. His eyes rolled back to mine but I quickly flinched, fighting back the nervousness which accompanied our eyes meeting. What does he mean? Am I special? Alpha Ray ignored, grabbing my arms tightly. “I can’t stand insolent girls.” “She’s too fragile for this manhandling.” Carlos rushed back, pulling me off his grip. His hand fell from my arm to my waist as Ray attempted to struggle me back to him. Our eyes met again, a sudden strange giggle occurred, my stomach tumbled with some butterflies. I’d never felt this for any man, I could barely lift my eyes off him. Goshhhhh! He looked so damn handsome. A clap disrupted my bliss. A laughter erupted, followed by another clap. “You have finally fallen for a girl, Padre Carlos.” His face likewise looked identical, I could tell he was his brother, he kept coming, grinning hard. I lowered my face down, shy and nervous. “Stop it with your jokes, Damien. I’m celibate.” “Celibate?” These words left my mouth before I thought of it. Then I paused. “Alpha?” The title he gave his brother who assaulted me, I scanned the four of them. All identical. Back then at my pack, there were stories of the most powerful Alpha having quadruplet sons, the most gorgeous men in the world. Now, it was reality. The four most handsome men I’d ever seen stood before me, all eyes on me, each with his different expression. I wished to disappear. It’s so early for such attention.
Xianna’s POV Here was I standing before four identical young men who would make any girl fall on their knees. Slowly, my eyes scanned them, Ray with hate. Damien, the one who came making fun, with an amused glare watching him smile still. Carlos, the third on the row, my love interest, got my eyes lowered. I was just too shy to look at him coupled with the heavy heating of my heart. Him, being set apart as a celibate and a priest even got me desiring him more, I yearned for the taste of such forbidden love. He was set apart but I didn’t just want to accept. “Perhaps it’s a joke. He’s not a priest. How can he be a priest?” I shook my head, kicking off the thought. My eyes passed to the last among them, his face was elsewhere, he wasn’t even looking. Indifferent. It rang like a bell in my mind. While I watched, Damien, who was still sparkling with a brilliant smile that could light up a cold, dead soul, shook his elbow. “Come on, Karl. Isn’t this something to be excited over?” “What?” He turned with furrowed brows. “Excited about?” My jaw slightly dropped. Our attention shifted when the door of the magnificent building overlooking where we stood opened before us. An older man with their faces walked majestically out, face steady and stern. Everyone stood at attention, paused what they were doing, the maids and servants knelt, bowing. It was obvious how Ruiz is powerful by the way everywhere just got solemn. “Good evening Alpha Ruiz.” Both servants and maids with their supervisors chorused. “Will you kneel!” Ray’s hands came on me, forcefully pressing my shoulders such that I found my knees cracking before finally falling to the ground. “Who brought this insolent Omega here?” He raised his voice, attracting the attention of the old Alpha, his dad. Terror. Shame. Electric shock. All came rushing into me. I shut my eyes in terror, shivering. My heart pounded a zillion times. “Why is he so heartless?” I asked myself, hate and fear both overwhelming me. I got to the verge of tears. While Damien giggled, Karl hissed, looking away. The only one who stared with pity was Carlos, the werepriest. He was giving me more reason to want him more, I could only fear it was non sensual but this, I didn’t want to dwell on but something more. Sudden footsteps approached me, even with my eyes closed, I could tell it was the Alpha. My wolf vanished. She went into still motion, something she rarely did. I could only imagine what was meant for me by fate. “Look at me!” The voice thundered. I opened my eyes quickly to catch up with a pair of glowing, brown eyes, they pierced like fire was running in them. Every bit of me died that moment. I urinated in my panties. “Eric, come here!” He growled at the man who bought me and the rest of the girls. He rushed over, bowing to him. “Is she one of them?” Alpha Ruiz pointed to the rest of the girls who were all on their knees with their faces lowered. “Yes Alpha.” Eric’s tone shook. Ruiz dashed him a slap across his cheeks making me stumble backward in fear. “Didn’t I ask you to bring submissive girls here?” Submissive? My sisters were submissive, why didn’t he take them instead since this is what he was mandated to do. I wondered but couldn’t get a response for myself. Then it hit hard. My dad never wanted me. I shook my head unconsciously, sighing in sorrows. “How dare you make a sigh before the Alpha, a slave as you?” Ray was at it again, hand struck in the air to strike me but another grabbed him. I lifted my eyes to see it was Carlos. “Enough!” His voice thundered with such an aura I never thought of. “She isn’t your punching bag and mind you, she’s not a slave.” Ruiz looked with puzzled eyes. His lips parted to say something but nothing came out suddenly. “Carlos, you haven’t acted this way to anyone before? Why this girl?” Alpha Ruiz asked him. “Dad, I said it! He’s in love.” Damien interrupted. “I guess you came out dad to meet the new maids, I would request you to take good care of them. They are people’s daughters and sisters. I honestly feel for them and wished they didn’t have to leave their families.” Carlos said, seeming not to refer to the girls but me as his eyes got fixed on me. My senses snapped into high alert and my wolf which had gone dead in terror woke up again, giggling with excitement. I flinched away, unable to bear those pair of charming eyes on me. Before I turned, he was already walking away. It felt like one part of me was gone. I wanted to call out but yet I couldn’t. All eyes were now on me. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. “Everyone rise!” Alpha Ruiz commanded. Ray moved over to stand by his side while Damien and Karl remained on their spot. They all rose as commanded. My knees cracked as I rose, but I managed to stand. “Listen up everyone!” Alpha Ruiz said. “I have nothing much to say, other than—” he paused, eyes redirected towards me. I stiffened. Ray pushed me. “Go over there!” I stumbled, nearly falling. “Where are you pushing her to? She doesn’t belong to me, I need a non submissive girl. All here would be checked, screened and confirmed eligible before they join my harem.” “Perhaps some girls with the same attitude of my deceased wife, may the moon goddess deal with those rogues.” “So you take her, tame her and do with her as you like!” These words sent an electrifying shock through my entire body. Turning over to see Ray with that cold, evil smirk on his lips made my stomach clench. I wanted to throw up. “How I wish it was Carlos I was given to!” I repeated this several times without realizing. Unknown to me my lips were moving, I realised the moment I looked up and Ray was gazing directly at me with Damien and Karl. “What’s she mumbling?” Karl who has never been concerned about anything hissed. “Is she planning something against us which we do not know?” “What will she plan?” Ray raised his hand clipping my lips. “Relax, Carlos will never come to rescue you. He’s often at the Chapel. He’s set apart for religion. He has nothing to do with love or getting a mate. You’re ours to do as we please!” His voice signaled lust and hatred, mixed as one. I shook my head furiously, refuting his claim. “I can never be yours!” But wait! “I’m just a maid, even under death I’ll never do anything outside of my job as a maid.” I vowed right inside of me. Grabbing my arms, he forcefully took me away. “We aren’t here to joke with you. We will tame you till you are as obedient as a dove,” he breathed against my ear, igniting more hatred for him. Damien and Karl followed behind, I could feel their eyes watching me from behind. Where are they leading me to? I didn’t just know but deep within me in the midst of my anxiety, I prayed to meet Carlos. They said he’s a priest. Out of reach, forbidden to love but he was the one I wanted most. Perhaps he would cure the trauma which is tormenting me, I wasn’t ready to live with it all my life. A turmoil no one might be able to deal with. With my trauma, being sold by a man to another man into the hands of yet another man who tortured me upon arriving here, I’m not meant to love a man. My wolf isn’t meant to fall for anyone of this gender. But here, two forbiddens were finally meeting. It meant something. It must be a rare signal from the moon goddess.
Xianna’s POV Every morning, woke up with me working at the apartment of the quadruplets, cleaning and doing their laundry. Each day I would wait at Carlos’ room, lingering longer than it took to mob and arrange, hoping he would return but he never returned. Day by day, I sunk in despair. I thought of who to ask, Ray was my enemy, Karl wouldn’t even answer. The only person that came to mind was Damien. A lot of thoughts brushed up, so I was going to approach him. But what would I say to him to get him to reply to me. I risked getting him jealous. In my anxious moment, the moon goddess answered me. The door of the second room in the hallway opened. My pulse rate sped up seeing Damien emerge. I tried to hide the blush. He walked up, as I raised my eyes, he was glaring at me, amused. “Excited to see me, huh?” “Huh?” I paused suddenly, looking at him as though I didn’t get what he said. He widened his eyes, waving his hand over my face. I shifted my head back, stepping back. My body stiffened. “I—I wanted to ask about Carlos. I haven’t seen him in four days since I began working here.” My eyes flipped from the left to the right, trying hard to hide the red face I got merely talking about him. “Did you come here to work for us or wait for Carlos?” He asked playfully, smirking. No response. Before I could say a word, he walked away, faster than I could ever have thought of, typing into his phone. If he, the most playful among the three left, could respond this way, then I had no hope to ask the others. I continued with my mobbing, still thinking about Carlos. They said he’s so religious, as a werepriest is very keen at praying at the Chapel and celebrating religious ceremonies for his family and the pack members alongside with the other priests ordained and set apart for the service of the church. Due to temptations brought up to them, the Chapel is out of bound to people especially girls and women except during general religious activities. At the moment, there was none. I thought of how to meet him until my brain was almost cracked with anxiety. I couldn’t bear it any longer. At some point I dropped the mob, running off, straight to the Chapel without stopping. It stood at the center of the green field, so large that the corners of the field couldn’t be viewed from a single stance. The Chapel, the only one we had in the pack, was big enough to contain about ten thousand. I haven’t been here for long but I have learnt a lot. Mainly, because the man of heart had something to do here. Painted white, it stood as the symbol of holiness with a cross on top of it. At the verandahs of the Chapel from the distance, I saw priests, old and young alike walking to and fro, they usually rose earlier than other members of the pack for morning prayers and visitation of the sick. From where I stood, I looked hoping to sight Carlos but I didn’t. As much as they passed to and fro, I kept focused, knowing my target. Now there was no woman working inside of the Chapel, just servants. My mind pricked me. I looked back. There was no one and this field was far away from the residential blocks of the pack estate. I didn’t want anyone to see me coming up here. I’ve gotten into a lot of troubles with the Alpha brothers already, I didn’t want to record anything bad with Carlos. “Maybe I should have dressed like a servant.” I thought to myself. I grabbed my chest as I slowly approached, the calm and serene music emanated from it, filling me with heavenly bliss. I paused, shut my eyes to listen more to the song and what it meant. It was like the song of Angels and most consoling with eyes shut. “This place is too holy for you. He’s too holy for you!” A calm, low voice whispered to my ear. I shivered. Could it be the voice of the Divine or the moon goddess? “I want him badly. He was destined for us.” My wolf challenged the first voice, filling me with primal needs. I took a step further, then stopped. Both voices were at war, conflicting right inside of me. I shook my head, trying to clear off the first voice. I wanted Carlos and there was nothing anyone would do to make me leave him. “Where do you think you’re going?” A familiar voice growled behind me. Slowly I turned. Unbelievable. Padre Carlos. My heart jumped to my throat. “Where did you go out so early?” I stammered, forcing words through the thick nervousness that consumed me. His eyes scanned me deeply, I lowered my face, playing with my fingers. “To visit the sick,” he uttered in the most gentlemanly way. “I hadn’t seen you in days, so I thought of visiting you to make sure everything is okay.” I confessed, partially. My wolf was beating me to say it all but considering his face, suspicious, I held it back. “There’s no woman at the Chapel, what do you want?” I remained silent, calculating what to say before slowly raising my lowered face for our eyes to lock. A slight grin lurked within my lips briefly before my jaw clenched with determination. I was going to say what I had in mind, even though it may not change a thing, at least so he would know. “I wanted you. I want you.” “Hmmm,” he smirked, looking away shyly. Undisguised desire flashed in his eyes quickly before taking back the usual serious gaze. “I’m a priest. I can’t love. I spend my days at the Chapel, overseeing the rest of the priests. I appreciate your interest in me but you have my brothers. They are free for you.” I searched his face with tears in my eyes, this was an indirect rejection. “But I don’t love them?” “And I heard Ray say you’re his mate? Damien and Karl, same thing.” “What?” My body subconsciously shifted. “That can’t be possible. We are the worst enemies.” I snapped. “They secretly confess to feeling different around you for the very first time in their lives. They have never felt for a woman, neither thought they could until you arrived. Since then, they have tried their best to veil this feeling.” “Through enmity!” I poked my eyes all wide, I grabbed my chest, trying to believe this. I couldn’t believe what I just heard, it would become an eternal impossibility except for who was saying it. My heart began to pound heavily in my ribcage. Why does something sound strange about them? They never thought to fall for any woman? Didn’t they think of getting a mate as heirs of the Alpha President? “My heart beats only for you.” I repeated, firmer than before. I wouldn’t let him go. “They should be lying to you, we had nothing other than enmity.” I confessed. How could they say I was their mate, yet I felt nothing for them. They are quadruplets, if one is my mate, then all are as per the wolf mating rules. Here, however, my heart was beating for only one, it would be me wanting someone I couldn’t have while they could have just wanted someone who didn’t want them. I even doubted they wanted me. This got the case even more complicated. “It’s quite unfortunate you don’t want the guys you belong to but chasing after someone unavailable. I’d already taken my chastity vows a couple of years ago and it’s forever.” Stepping closer, he placed his hands on my shoulders. We stared at each other, faces close. Our chests rose and fell in sync. Our wolves could detect the deep beating of our hearts, it bonded quickly. It was one-in-a-million I wanted to have forever but then he pulled away abruptly like he just realized himself. “I’ll be in serious trouble, you as well, should we be caught at this moment. I guess you should go back.” “They are your mates!” These words haunted me coupled with his walking away, not even sparing a look back. I stretched my hand wanting to catch him but he was already gone. My eyes locked at his back, as he took quick, graceful steps back to the Chapel on his black cloak flowing to the ground. It felt like I’d lost something precious and he was pushing me to his brothers. How can we be mates? They hate me to death, especially Alpha Ray.
Xianna’s POV I lost total interest in my work as a cleaner in the Alphas’ apartment. At first, I thought I would get to see Carlos everyday but it was obvious now, his room was just a formality, he spent most of his time if not all his life at the Chapel with his religious brothers. “And he said his brothers are my mates?” I thought again. “I reject them!” I spat to the ground of the garden, totally unconscious of my environment. No one knew my secret, I’d bottled it up to myself, not even my family knew. I was the moon goddess’ direct descendant, it was a rule, if I didn’t find a mate before twenty-three, I would be forced to return back to her through death. It’s my third time in the world. First and second, I failed in my mission to live to the future and redeem the world because I was unlucky to find a mate to assist me on this mission. In executing missions like this, a mate could either make or mar. It’s quite essential to have a supportive one. This time around I was certain to make it but it’s just so sad my mate, the one my wolf is beating for is out of reach. Choosing the wrong mates could lead to the total destruction of my mission, such mates as Ray, Damien and Karl. I was dying hard to have someone who loved me, Carlos does. It shows in his eyes. “I must have him!” I muttered, hitting my chest. It would be a curse to fail on my third mission. As I continued to sit here in the serene space, an idea got into my head. A light smile briefed my lips. “Perhaps this is easier than I thought.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll soon give you up!” I said, glad it wouldn’t disturb me any further. Without any signal, I returned to my work, becoming more serious and submissive than ever. The quadruplets ought not to know what I was planning, lest they would abort it sooner than I’d expected. With days going and my longing to be with Carlos getting uncontrollable, I messaged the Chapel’s official email handle only to get Carlos replying with the lead priest letterhead. Using a different email, he would barely know it’s me. “Any job available for a servant who’s ready to transfer to the Chapel for religious duties? I’m tired of working in the Estate.” “Yes, I need a religious PA. If interested, the requirements will be sent to you. Letter of recommendation from your past master(s) is highly recommended.” He replied back. An insatiable urge arose. I realized that once in three years, this chance was available but the acceptance rate is usually low as Eric, the man who brought me here told me. It was the third year since this last happened as I’d learnt and I was going to try my luck. “But you will have to get a recommendation letter from one or best, three of the Alpha brothers, then you are assured of getting hired.” “The pay at the Chapel is higher, you’ll get to visit your family thrice every year—“ Hearing this, I looked away, sad. I would only want to see my mother and sisters. “Perhaps this is one more reason I’ll try my hardest to get this job.” “You will likewise get your recommendation from Ray, Damien and Karl. Without their permission, you aren’t going.” “Why wouldn’t they permit? They hate me.” I’d hypnotized him with my powers and he was speaking to me in his sleep, giving all the details I’d wanted without knowing fully well who it was. Now one challenge remained. I’m a girl. This was a NO! I’d rather cross dress, since that’s the only option. I’d get Carlos to accept me next, then I’ll reveal my mission to him as sent by the moon goddess. There’s no way he would reject me being a goddess-sent. Perhaps, this way I would bring a change of rule. That priests can actually love and marry. On the night of Work Switch, the day I’d been waiting for, I’d just completed my evening duty and the Alphas were all at the living room, discussing in low tones. This Night this year fell in together with the Night of the Blue Moon, a special night where unmated males got to know who their real mate is. Their wolves would tell them obviously. “Perhaps, it’s what they are discussing.” I thought within me as I inhaled deeply ready to knock. The door was slightly opened. Merely standing, I watched as their eyes turned. Suddenly they exchanged winks with each other. What’s going on? My wolf signaled me. “They are talking about us?” “What about us?” I snapped, worried if they knew about my plan. I never spoke it to them, neither did I ask Eric physically but sent my wolf to hypnotize him in his sleep to speak, how could they know? “You want to see us?” Damien spoke up, holding a slight grin. I reluctantly nodded, still confused. Why were all eyes on me and each Alpha held an amused grin? My eyes roamed from one to the other. “Sit!” Alpha Ray muttered as I walked in. Sit? “Or you wanna stand?” I’d never heard him make a joke with him, now he was teasing me. I sank to the nearby couch with no one, just by the side with my face lowered. I didn’t want my eyes meeting with theirs. “Get us a bottle of Champagne from the refrigerator and three wine glasses.” Karl instructed, tone, low and friendly. Something has really gone wrong. “No!” Ray countered. “Four?” Four? Hearing this, my heart skipped. Carlos is going to come. It was a special night, it wasn’t unusual for him not to attend and spend time with his brothers. “Maybe that’s why they were winking. They know I really love him and will get to see him.” I jumped up as I thought to myself, my face brightened. I was already on my way to get the drink, really hoping to see Carlos as I returned. I made a small delay to make sure of seeing him on my return. Approaching the room, still three, my eyes darkened with disappointment. The Alphas whispered to each other, upon sighting me. I slowly walked in, setting the drink on the table with the wine glasses on a tray. “I guess there’s no need for the—“ Ray raised in hand, interrupting. “There is!” His tone evolved back into its normal. Serious. Huh? I lifted my eyes. His eyes were firm, like he had something really important to say. His brothers, same, likewise. I paused. “Actually, we wanted to have a drink with you tonight, so the fourth glass is for you.” Unbelievable! My hands quickly left the bottle, jaw dropped and eyes fixed on them. “We know you’re so keen to be with Carlos alone but—“ Karl paused, twisting his lips as he looked on to his brothers. They nodded at him. “We want you also as our—“ “Mate!” Alpha Ray affirmed with his deep voice. “Please—“ he rose up. “Forgive me especially, Xianna, for always treating you badly. I really want you.” He grabbed my hands, looking into my eyes with remorse. I looked to the side and his brothers were already on their feet approaching. A sudden cold engulfed my body and I shivered. This was too unreal to accept. I froze for the moment, neither moving nor saying a word. My breath escaped off me when Ray descended to his knees. My legs shook, my hands and even my palms began to sweat. My mind went back to Carlos. Little did I know. I wouldn’t believe this if told before now but here it was playing out like a dream. My mind drained in confusion and surprise. “I want you badly. Right from when you set foot into this estate, my wolf felt it had a thing with you but I and my brothers are gay from birth, we couldn’t accept this. It wasn’t us.” “Whaaaa—“ my lips parted aside with shock. Karl came over, brushing my shoulders. “Yes,” he confirmed with a nod. “We grew up with an unusual bond for our gender, even at a tender age.” I shut my eyes ready to collapse. Damien grabbed my waist. “It might shock you to know, your dream guy, Carlos, is the only straight one among us but sadly he was chosen by the moon goddess to become a priest. He loves you but can’t act on it.” I collapsed into their arms, wishing the ground to open up and swallow me up. This truth is too deep for me to take in.
Xianna’s POV The moon hung low over the pack estate, casting a hazy glow through the windows. It was nearing midnight long past the hour any servant should be roaming about But my hands trembled as I carried the empty tray down the eastern wing. My heart pounded beneath her bodice, a rhythm that echoed louder with every step. I wasn’t just delivering wine tonight. I was going to him, against my own will. To Ray. Who’s seemingly wild. Ray has been watching me since I arrived at the pack estate here as an Omega maid—his eyes following me like a predator, his presence shadowing my every move. The first time I caught Carlos, his priest brother’s scent, my heart had bloomed in response, my wolf whimpering inside, desperate and confused. I am a maid. A nothing. He was royalty. Even with the fact that I like and want Carlos, being the first son of the Alpha king, I still have to submit to Ray because I’m scared of what he might do to me if I don’t. I reached the door to Ray’s chamber and hesitated, my breath catching. My fingers hovered on the polished handle. Before I could knock, the door creaked open from within. Ray stood there, shirt unbuttoned and loose around his waist, revealing broad shoulders and a body carved like it was built to command. His eyes—those fierce golden wolf eyes—burned into me like fire catching dry wood. “You came,” he murmured, voice thick, gravelly. Dominant. I nodded, my throat dry. “I shouldn’t have.” Ray stepped forward, crowding my space, his scent overwhelming—rich with cedar, musk, and something uniquely male. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, whining softly, instinctively baring my throat to him. His gaze dropped to the curve of her neck. “But you did,” he growled. “And now you’re mine.” Before I could speak, his mouth was on mine—hot, insistent. His kiss was possessive, like he was staking his claim, devouring my resistance. I melted into him, gasping when he backed me into the room and slammed the door shut with a flick of his hand. “I’ve smelled your arousal every damn day,” Ray rasped against my lips. “Do you know how hard it’s been not to take you right there in the kitchens?” “I—” my voice was swallowed by his mouth, his tongue invading, exploring, claiming. His hands were rough on my waist, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his hips, the hard press of his cock thick and demanding beneath her. He carried me to the bed and threw me down with a snarl—not of anger, but lust. His wolf was close to the surface now. I could see it in the sharp gleam of his canines, the way his pupils dilated as he stared down at her. “Strip,” he ordered. “I hesitated for only a heartbeat, then obeyed. My trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of my maid’s dress, slipping it down my shoulders inch by inch. Ray didn’t help—he just watched, eyes devouring every new inch of skin revealed. When my dress pooled around my ankles and I stood in only a thin shift, he growled. “That’s mine now,” he said, tearing the shift from me with one brutal motion. I gasped as cool air kissed my naked body, nipples tightening, thighs clenching at the heat building between us. Ray stripped without flourish, revealing a body made for sin—taut muscles, a sculpted chest, a cock that made my mouth dry and my core ache. My wolf keened inside me, my body already slick and ready, craving to be filled. At this moment I lost control,and as my wolf wanted these two,I thought of Carlos’ face amidst this. He crawled onto the bed with the grace of a predator. His mouth found my breast, teeth grazing, tongue circling her nipple until I arched into him, moaning. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head while the other trailed down my belly to the slick heat between my thighs. “Already soaked for me,” he growled in satisfaction. “You want to be claimed.” “Yes,” I gasped, ashamed and in need of mixing in my throat. “Please.” His fingers found my entrance, sliding inside slowly, then deeper. I moaned, thighs parting wider as he worked my open with ruthless skill, teasing my clit with his thumb until I was panting, writhing beneath him.. “You’re mine, Xianna. Say it.” “I’m yours,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the thick head of his cock, sliding it along her folds, gathering my slick. “Louder.” “I’m yours, Ray,” I cried, just as he thrust inside me in one brutal, perfect stroke. I screamed—half pain, half ecstasy—as he filled me completely. There was no gentleness now, only raw need. His hips slammed into me again and again, claiming me like I was his mate. Every thrust stoked the fire higher, my body trembling as I neared the edge. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his growls vibrating against my throat as he bit down—not breaking skin, but close. My orgasm hit like a lightning bolt—white-hot, shattering. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him, my claws raking his back as my wolf howled inside her. Ray wasn’t far behind. He groaned deep in his chest and buried himself to the hilt. We collapsed into each other, sweaty and shaking, tangled in the sheets. “You’re the sweetest I know,” he murmured against my hair. I closed my eyes, heart pounding. She was ruined, I shouldn’t have said all those earlier, I only want Carlos. “Ray.” “I like it when you call me Ray, it’s more than melodies to my ear with your sweet little voice.” Ray immediately continued with the kisses. He didn’t stop, he continued defiling my lips, I couldn’t tell from what I was feeling, I momentarily held his collar really tight, trying to free myself from his hold, but it was of no use, as this man pinned me down again and began savoring my lips, he managed to push his tongue inside mine to continue with the passionate kiss, that wasn’t so passionate, at this point there was no escaping. I’m tired and can’t do this with him again. “You don’t need to cry or feel bad princess, because I’m gonna give you so much pleasure this time around that you won’t even remember or think about Carlos ever again….” he lean in my ear to whisper sweet things to me, his voice was so seductive I couldn’t resist moaning. “Aaahhh…..Ray please.” I couldn’t hold back anymore, especially with what Ray was doing to me, he slid his hands down my maid dress to my right breast, he massaged them gently giving me this sweet sensation. I wasn’t myself anymore, I lost control. What Ray was doing to me felt heavenly,with the kind of sensation I was feeling I lost my senses I couldn’t think straight, I was beginning to react to his touches so fast and I guessed he noticed this. The strokes surfaced again.
Xianna’s POV “My breath caught in my throat as Ray’s hand grazed my waist, steady and sure. The low hum of the air conditioner buzzed through the silence in the room, barely masking the heat that radiated between us. She was standing by the door now, half-turned, lips still swollen from the kiss they’d shared minutes earlier. “We shouldn’t, pray please stop,I need to retire to my quarters already, please her voice little more than a whisper. Ray tilted his head, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name—desire, maybe, or doubt. “You’ve said that before.” “I mean it this time,” I insisted, one hand resting against my chest as if to contain my pounding heart. “What if someone comes in?” A slow, knowing smile curved Ray’s lips. “That’s just an excuse to run, Xia.” He stepped toward her again, deliberately slow. “Tell me, you don’t love what I’m doing to you and I’ll let you go.” Although I honestly wanted to go but Ray’s eyes didn’t say exactly what he was saying, his eyes depicted something else, as if he was threatening me. I opened her mouth, but nothing came out. In truth, every part of me ached for him. My lips still tingled from our earlier kiss,my body still throbbed with memories of his touch. But the weight of reality—it always crept in just when i was about to surrender, the door to his chambers were open, he didn’t let me go while I tried to go which is why the door was open. Anyone could walk in. And I wouldn’t want Carlos walking on me with Ray. This was reckless. Ray reached me, lifting a hand to gently touch my jaw. “You’re scared,” he said quietly, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “But don’t worry your dearest priest won’t walk in,and we’re not getting caught.” My breath trembled. “You think you know me that well?” “I do know you.” His voice dropped, eyes locked on mine. “You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me before any of this even started? You lit up every time I walked in the room.” That only happened when I didn’t set my eyes on Carlos, now I regret ever doing any of that. I closed my eyes, pressing my thighs together unconsciously. He was right, and they both knew it. “I hate you,” I said softly, a broken little laugh escaping my lips. “You love this,” he replied. And before I could answer, his mouth was on mine again, hot and urgent. I melted into the kiss, all my hesitation dissolving beneath the way he moved—commanding and patient, like he was learning me all over again. His hands slid down my back, gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging it over her head in one smooth motion. Goosebumps rose across my skin as the cool air hit me but the chill was short-lived. Ray’s hands were already on me, warming every inch he touched. His mouth trailed kisses down my throat, then to the hollow at my collarbone, sending a shiver rippling through me “Ray…” I breathed, my hands in his hair. “Someone might—” “They won’t,” he murmured against my skin. “And even if they do…” He paused, locking eyes with her. “You’re mine right now. Nothing else matters.” How good those words would have felt if it was coming from Carlos instead of Ray. With one hand, he lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the counter behind us. I gasped, not just from the sudden movement, but from the way his fingers were already trailing up my inner thigh. My skirt had ridden up, and the thin lace of my underwear offered no protection from the heat of his touch. “You’re already wet again,” he said, a rough edge in his voice. “Tell me again you don’t want this.” I couldn’t. This round was more intensifying than the first. I clutched his shoulders as his mouth found my neck again. His fingers moved with practiced ease, stroking me through the fabric until I was trembling. My legs fell open slightly, just enough to give him more access. I should have stopped him. But every time he touched me, my thoughts unraveled. “Please…” I whispered. He pulled back, just enough to look her in the eyes. “Tell me what you want.” “You,” she said, voice shaking. “I want you.” “I’ve gone completely insane, I’m not sure what I told Ray, but I wanted him that instant. He smiled like he’d won some secret game—and maybe he had. In the next breath, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my thighs, slow enough to drive me mad. He kissed along my hip bone, then lower, until I was gasping, clutching the edge of the counter. Every nerve in my body was alive. I could hear my own breathing, the wet sound of his tongue, the way he groaned when I arched toward him. “Ray, I’m—” I whimpered, and then it hit her. Waves of pleasure rippled through me, my legs tightening around his shoulders. I bit my lip to keep me from crying out, but the moan still escaped, breathy and soft. When he stood again, his mouth glistened, his eyes wild. “You’re incredible,” he said, kissing me deeply again, letting me taste myself on his lips. “But I’m not done.” “He undid his belt, pushing his pants down just enough, and guided himself between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my forehead pressed to his. Our breaths mingled, erratic, as he pushed into me, slow and deep. I gasped, clutching at his back. There was no hesitation now. “I let him savor me completely this time. The pace started slow, each thrust deliberate, building the tension again. I moaned against his shoulder, hips rolling with his rhythm. “Look at me,” he said, and when I did, he kissed me like I was air and he was drowning. I tightened around him as his movements grew faster, more desperate. My second climax built quickly, more intense than the first, and I cried out his name, clinging to him. He followed moments after, groaning into my hair as he emptied himself, still moving, trying to make it last. We stayed like that for a while, tangled and breathless. Eventually, Xianna broke the silence. “You’re still not the one I want.
Xianna’s POV The weight of Ray’s touch lingered on my skin, but as the last tremors of our encounter settled, a dull ache grew inside me—one that was far deeper than any physical sensation. It was an eroding emptiness, the space between what I truly wanted and what I allowed myself to have. And for that, I felt both ashamed and desperate. There was something wrong with me—how could I want something like that, something so out of reach, something that made me feel both alive and dead inside? “Carlos” and yet I’m always with his brothers. Ray was still there, standing between me and the door, his presence as overwhelming as ever. His gaze was like a heat against my skin, and even though I wanted to leave, to flee, something kept me rooted in place. It was as though every movement was being observed, calculated, and I was too frightened to make a misstep. The room was suffocating with memories of everything that had just happened, and I needed distance, space to breathe. I wanted to be alone in my quarters, to try and forget the confusion that had taken root in my heart. I pushed myself off the counter, legs trembling slightly, my body still thrumming with the aftermath of our encounter. The air felt heavier than before, as though the room was closing in around me, and I could no longer escape. My chest was tight, and I could feel my heartbeat thumping in my ears. It felt like my body was betraying me, reacting to Ray in ways I couldn’t control. But my mind… my mind was another story. It screamed at me to escape, to run, to shut out the reality that I had just lost another piece of myself. It hurt more than anything I’d felt before—more than the pleasure, more than the guilt—it was a piercing emptiness, like I was becoming someone I no longer recognized. Ray watched me, his eyes dark, unreadable. But there was something dangerous in them—something possessive. He wasn’t letting me go so easily, and I could feel it. He knew me better than I knew myself, and that thought sent a shiver down my spine. He had the power to twist me however he wished, and somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to fight it. “You’re leaving?” he asked, his voice low, almost disappointed. His words were a silent accusation, like I was doing something wrong just by walking away. I pulled my shirt back down and straightened my skirt, avoiding his gaze. I could feel the shame creeping up my neck, but I forced it down. I had to get away from him. I needed to go. “I need to go,” I whispered, the words sounding so weak, so hollow. The truth was, I was terrified of what would happen if I stayed. Fear eroded at my insides, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully admit it. I wanted to run, but I was paralyzed by the reality of what was happening to me. A smirk tugged at the corner of Ray’s lips as he took a step toward me. “You think this is going to be the end of it?” I froze, my heart racing. His words hit me like a physical blow, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “Ray, please,” I whispered, my voice faltering. “I can’t… I can’t keep doing this.” His hand shot out, gripping my wrist with surprising force, and he turned me to face him. His grip was tight, unyielding, and in that moment, I realized that there was no escaping him. Not now. Not ever. He had a hold on me that I couldn’t break, no matter how hard I tried. His presence consumed me, like smoke filling every piece of my mind. “You’re not in control here, Xianna. I’m the one.” His voice was rough, like gravel, as he stared down at me. “You have to satisfy me however and whenever I want and you won’t refuse me again, Carlos or no Carlos. I swallowed hard, the words hanging in the air like a promise—or perhaps a threat. His grip tightened slightly, and I had to suppress a shiver. It wasn’t just his touch that terrified me. It was the way he made me feel like I had no choice. No escape. I wasn’t free anymore. Not with him. Not with any of them. “I don’t want this,” I whispered, even though I knew how weak the words sounded. He knew better. He knew how much I wanted to resist, how much I hated the hold he had over me. But the truth was, I couldn’t fight him. Not when he looked at me like that. Ray chuckled darkly, his thumb brushing the back of my hand in a way that made my skin crawl, even as my body betrayed me with a flutter of unwanted desire. “It’s too late for that. You’re mine whenever I want you. And if you think you can turn me down, you’re wrong.” I flinched, pulling my hand from his grasp. The fear was suffocating. “No, I won’t—” “You will,” he cut me off sharply, his voice dropping an octave. “Next time I come to you, you won’t say no. And if you do, there will be consequences, Xianna. You’ve seen what I can do.” His words were like poison, sinking deep into my chest. I nodded, unable to speak, feeling the weight of his threat settle like a lead weight. There was no way out. He had me cornered. The life I had known, the life I had fought to maintain, was slipping through my fingers. “You think you’re still going back to your quarters, don’t you?” His tone was mocking now, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Go, then. But remember what I said.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. The words were lodged in my throat, suffocating me as I made my way toward the door. My hands trembled at my sides, but I had to get away. I couldn’t stand to be near him anymore, not when he was so certain of his control over me. As I stepped out into the corridor, I felt his gaze on my back, sharp and unyielding. His presence clung to me, even in the silence that followed. I quickened my pace, as if I could outrun the heavy weight of his threats, the crushing realization that he was right. I was his. And there was nothing I could do to change that. It was the quietest of walks back to my room—my feet barely touching the ground as my mind reeled with what had just transpired. A mixture of emotions coursed through me—guilt, anger, confusion—but beneath it all, there was fear. Fear of what Ray would do the next time he came for me. Fear of the consequences if I didn’t comply. I had seen glimpses of this kind of control before.
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