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Kaya’s POV.
“Has there been any proclamation since our neighboring packs sent their letter of declaration?” Kade asks, chewing an apple in his mouth. His other hand is drawing at his chevon beard.
Kieran shakes his head, “not another since then.”
“And what else are we to be prepared for?”
Kieran responds again, his voice a bit tightened. “For now, I have prepared the commanders to build a campsite at the borders linking us with the other five kingdoms.”
“That sounds like everything that we need for now while we await their preparedness.” As Kade speaks, one can tell there’s a suspicion in his tone. Something is going on that contrasts his spoken words.
“And why do I feel like there’s about to be a but in there?” Kieran observes as well.
“Because there always is.” Kade questions back with a question of his own, his eyes fixated on his dish.
“Tell us.”
He sucks air through his teeth. “This is going to be a massacre, and trust me, I’m all in for it if that’s how things are going to be, but we ought to be calculative too.” He swallows, taking a light pause, “when we win this war, what is to become of it? That we are the only ruling kingdom left? We’d have all subjects forced to become ours, and there would be betrayal. Even when we win, we’d be spread out so thinly that there’d be weakness.”
When?
These guys have lots of nerves, if you’d ask me. These bastards are so full of themselves, but, well, I’m not concerned. In fact, I even want them to be so delved into the matter in their hands currently and so occupied that they don’t even notice my plans until I am away from here.
“Oh, something else they don’t know. Even when they win all those wars, when you have your power, you’ll destroy them all.” Says a voice in my mind. Currently, my mind has gained a voice of its own. It wants to crush the brothers.
As I sit here, still and hungry, stressed and worried, I’m patiently waiting for the time when I’ll have my last laugh. I’ll be their undoing.
The two double-handled doors clank as they open for the entrance of the triplets’ mistresses, the same ones: Clara, Alana, and Lyra.
Waltzing in with grace, the sun brightening their porcelain skin, my eyes squinted at them.
“What is...”
Kade hasn’t completed before Kyle speaks, “We’ve been having such serious conversations since, and it’s made me horny. Pack these dishes, Kaya.” Kyle adds in right before he stands up to pick Alana up from the ground and place her in front of him, at the center of his side of the table.
Alana is giggling all the time. Her bottom lip is in between her teeth, and she slides her own hand down to her core, having flipped the gown over her thighs, and starts fingering herself.
I’ve stood up to pack the dishes before they wreck them and blame me for them, and I’d find myself getting punished. In no time, their moans are filling the room, and the brothers are already unbuckling their belts.
Misuse and now disrespect—they really are assholes.
It’s late in the night already, and I’m just finishing up the dishes. My back hurts and my eyes feel sore; however, I don’t feel sleepy. To be honest, I’m energized because of my plans tonight.
All of a sudden, a clash on the worktop calls my attention. I snap to the spot, and the next scene halts my entire nerve.
I’m fazed, and it’s clearly shown.
Alana is tsking as she steps closer and closer with each clicking step of her heels. “Sometimes, I almost feel pity for you. First, you were punished by your masters, and then you got used, and now you have been disposed. Your life is a cycle of pain. Don’t you agree?”
“I know that, and that’s why I’ll find my powers and come back to wreck havoc on all of you.” Of course, I can only say it in my mind.
Outwardly, I bow lightly. “What can I get for you, Alana?”
Behind her are her sisters, and they are also sending daggers my way.
“So witless and of no value. Every day that you wake up and regret your existence is enough pleasure for me. We have the triplets back, and that’s our win.”
“Ha!” Lyra laughs softly, to which Clara joins in too.
I’m glad that they didn’t hit me as they left.
Anger roars inside me like the wild, but there’s no way for me to show it, and it’d only spoil my plans, so I hurl the sponge in my hand away and hurry back to the quarters, then to my room.
I lie on the bed, counting the ceilings. A second passed.
Then, it’s a minute.
Then, it’s an hour.
Time keeps on passing and passing till the whole castle is asleep. I must find a way as soon as possible. “fuck!”
My eyes shoot up from my socket, and I bolt up from the bed at the recognition that has befallen me.
“I love you, Aiden! Thank you.” I find myself squeaking in a whisper. I’m jumping up and down, my hands covering my mouth so I don’t lose it.
Hastily, I grab the same robe and cover my head with the hood, veiling myself up before I tiptoe out of the quarters and to the hallway.
My eyes are peeled at the guards, watching their movement. In the past few weeks, I’ve been observing their motion. I know when to count my time before there’s a chance for me to move and how they change routines.
Once a guard has already given space, unknowing to him, “you can do this, Kaya,” I hurry past him and hide behind one of the pillars when suddenly he turns.
My heart almost left my body, hurting so bad at my chest, and my lips tightens in a thin line. My eyes closed for a minute to tell myself I wasn’t caught.
Having gained myself a bit, I dodged my way till I reach the crest. Aiden and I have come here before, where he said there’s a small gate that leads outside the palace.
Before any eyes catch me in the open space, I hurry inside, careful with the iron gate. Once I’m in, my eyes scan the whole room until it settles on a frame at the wall, low to the ground.
That is the only frame in the room, so I proceed to it and shift the frame to the side, and then I see the metal net.
I scoff, my shoulder jocking as I laugh inwardly. I just need to find the key, and if there’s anyone who would, it would be the triplets.
I position the frame back to how it’s supposed to be.
I must find a way to steal the keys and some money from the triplets’. But how do I do this?
“Kaya, think...” I whisper to myself, having a safe return to the hallway, when suddenly a thought rings in my head. My smile broaden as I change course to the bar room.
The place is silent because the castle is presently asleep. Having tiptoed in, I go to the footstool and pick up a plastic cup from the bar store, then a bottle of liquor.
The plan is extremely ridiculous but severely important. I am to get drunk and then go to the triplets’ room, where I lure them to have sex with me. After they are asleep or something of the sort, I’ll find a way to get into the chest and get the key to my escape.
It’s that simple, and as of now, I don’t mind sacrificing my body.
A few moments later, I’m on my seventh shot, and my throat no longer burns from the effect of the alcohol, my eyes feel blurry from tears brimming at the surface, and my stomach burns a bit.
There’s a part of me that’s still not used to this rough life; it feels like I’m supposed to be blamed and judged by anyone who knows of my story, but do I really have a choice?
I must escape, and this is my option. Just today, I found out that I have a baby growing inside of me, and tonight, I’m going to get myself lain by the same bastards who had taken advantage of me and put me in my sorrowful situation.
My destiny is like burned food. There’s a time when it’s edible before it gets burned and is thrown away, becoming disposable. However, if I were to be worthless in this life, I’d make sure to get my revenge. It’s the one last thing I’m breathing for.
When I try to stand, my senses blur out, as though I’m on cloud nine.
Smiling at myself, I head towards the triplets’ room. For the first time in history, I’d be having sex with them out of my will.