12
Kaya’s POV.
The ride has been going on for God knows how long, and it’s now tiring.
My ass cheeks hurt from sitting in one position for the past half an hour that I’ve been inside this space. The triplets don’t say anything to me, which I’m glad for because I don’t think I can even hold a conversation. .
Yes, I am still traumatized by what happened earlier. I thought Kieran was the only one capable of doing what Kade did, but then, thinking about it, Kade never showed me who he was.
What am I even saying?
None of the brothers have shown me their all. I don’t know what else they’ve got up their sleeves.
Anyway, taking that off of my mind in the meantime, I have watched the beauty of the road as we passed by. It’s alluring how it’s filled with people beautifying nature, except those people are vile—they are werewolves.
At this point, I am coming to the conclusion that all werewolves are cruel, uncultured, and savage.
All of their eyes that have ever been placed on me reveal nothing but hatred, but why do they hate witches? I have no idea.
Concerning the triplets, theirs is even more deep.
Kade’s eyes fall to the hand clock in his palm. “In ten minutes, we should arrive at the party. We have a sharp talk with the Alpha of Crestwood,” and how does that concern me? Oh, just as I ask within myself, he adds with a soft chuckle, “But that isn’t your worry, is it?”
He sips on a drink. I didn’t realize he had it in his hands all this time. “You will be a distraction. I need to capture the attention of the Alpha enough for trouble to stir up.”
I don’t understand how he expects me to do that.
“Now, I do not expect you to talk unless we speak to you and request an answer through an interrogation. You do not act or think on your own, except for whatever we place inside your brain. That’s pretty much it. You can do that, right, little thing?”
Hastily, I nod my head in affirmation. “Of course, yes. Yes.” Clearing my throat, I repeat. Then, feeling a lump in my throat, I force it down.
My heart is starting to spike up a beat, a churning sensation releasing into my blood enough to stir the settlement in my stomach lining. It’s a feeling of tension and not knowing what will happen tonight.
These guys are indeed letting me know what it means to be their toy. I am a bait tonight to grab the attention of an Alpha, whose name on Kade’s tongue tastes like he’s just as wicked as they are.
Out of nowhere, a change in gravity jerks me forward. We come to a sudden stop.
“We are here.” A croaky tone lands in my hearing, and I suddenly feel a coldness in my feet, yet it wets from sweat.
I’m trying hard to hide my emotions, but they are like a hurricane waiting to gust into the wind once I release them.
A hand settles on my shoulder when we alight. Seeing that it’s Kyle, I center my eyes back on the building. “Don’t worry, you should be fine. And if you feel tense, which you do, I can give you some dicking.”
He laughs at the manner in which my face changes its disposition, and he goes to meet his brothers. While they are having a whispering conversation that I can never eavesdrop on, I focus on the view in front of me.
As much as I cannot underwrap my astonishment, I hate that werewolves have rooted their unfairness, filthiness, and evilness into the ground of this earth.
They’ve made themselves reach the top of the food chain, as they like to call it. And trust me, it isn’t even meant to be that way. It wasn’t supposed to be a food chain to begin with.
We are all supposed to live as different people from different spaces on earth who would love to learn from one another about our differences.
“Kaya.” An emotion that causes a blush to show up on my face stirs when I hear my name on their tongue, and I hate once again that I felt sheepish at that instead of angry.
I stand in the middle while Kyle and Kieran stand at my side, and behind me walks Kade. They all have their hands rooted into their pockets, their faces positioned ahead, and a hardness there.
It’s a splendid environment, a mansion that we are walking into. I cannot fathom the amount of grandness this place graces me with.
Entering, I gasp internally. It’s perfect. Damn beautiful. The interior decor is awesome for a few minutes, helping me forget about my situation.
There are many werewolves inside, some of them with their slaves next to them, and you can spot them with their lowly-fashioned clothes. It made me rethink for a second why the triplets have decided otherwise for me.
Oh, yes, they have plans.
In their presence inside the room, every eye landed on them, which makes me nervous because I’ve never had this many eyes land on me or anyone I’m with on a walk-in.
And there is silence for some time. I could sense the tension that comes with their entrance. We continue walking until we get to the top of the fancy stairs, where we can capture the whole view of the room.
Woah. This is a lot of werewolves.
“I need a drink.” Kyle requests a drink from a waiter who is passing by and passes his brothers a drink too. I do not expect to get one anyway, so when in fact, I didn’t, it doesn’t hurt.
I just want to get out of here as soon as possible.
“I can’t find the Alpha. He’s not here.”
“Perhaps...” Begins Kyle with a soft snicker being released through his widened lips.
“Stupid you. You think he is so scared of our presence that he did not show up?” Kieran questions before he waves Kyle off with his left hand.
“Well, let’s find that out.” Kade instructs before he hurls the glassy cup away into who knows where.
Because of the instrumental playing loudly, I could only hear a few gasps, which probably means the glass shatters on someone’s head downstairs.
Jeez.
These guys are psychotic.
“You will do well to stay here till we arrive, will you not, little thing?” Speaks Kade with his eyes, watching me from the corner of his socket.
“Yes, master.” I gulp down yet another lump.
“You’re getting good at this. I see you don’t want to become what is actually called a slave.” I hear Kyle tease me as they leave me be.
I watch them step down the stairs, and inside my mind, I wish something could just happen to them that wouldn’t make them ever come back.
I wish they would die or disappear—just never having to ever come back.
My worries soon spiral into a void when I turn to the left, where there’s a room with its door opened. Wait, is that an art establishment?
My feet pause, not knowing if I should proceed. Well, I want them to kill me, don’t I?
They might as well do that when I don’t follow the rules.
As I approach, I see that the room is constructed like a hallway. It’s beautiful. Within a few minutes, I was lost in the paintings. The artist is blessed with the power of nature’s creativity.
From watching landscapes to different types of forests to swamps to the ocean to all other naturistic elegance.
I jump and fall onto my butt when a masculine voice mentions from my back. “I did not think anyone would spend much time staring at that.”
His eyes are placed on a painting of an ocean where there are birds flying past, which captures the frame of a person standing on a berg of a rock next to it.
Then he lands his orbs on me before he helps me up, outstretching his hand.
He is a werewolf, as I can sense.
What do I say?
Did the Triplets send him to punish me?
“Who are you?” I don’t expect myself to be so bold.
There’s a slight frown wrinkling the skin of his forehead. “Oh, fuck. Wait, you’re not a werewolf? Woah. Your beauty deceives me without my realizing it. You’re not dressed up like other slaves. Whoever brings up here, darling?”
Wait, he looks like a royal. He acts nice. He acts like he’s complimenting me.
This is a trap.
He’s a predator.
Oh, goodness. I am just seeing his eyes now that I blink up at him. There’s a reddish ring in there. He’s an Alpha, but which Alpha?
The rate at which I wish the ground could swallow me at his next words is undescribable.
“Oh, where are my manners? I am Alpha Alaric of the Crestwood pack. You probably never heard of it. Now, what’s your name, dear?”
Wait, excuse me? He’s Alpha Alaric?