Chapter 3

Marianne's POV

The door opens on it, making me marvel. I thought that it was going to be opened from the inside perhaps by a servant or Bianca was going to push it open herself. 

So it has an automated control? 

My eyes widen in awe as a bluish glass door whirls open after the golden door opens, this opens on its own as well. A luxurious scent fills the interior of the chambers, attracting my eyes to the four demi-gods seated before us. On the tallest seat, plated with gold, the lycan king, Alpha Nico is seated in all his glory, his eyes glowing with a furious radiance and an authoritative aura. Beside him, one on his left, is a tall, young man, more handsome than him ten times, I blink my eyes all of a sudden not being able to hold it up to a second prior to his handsomeness, I switch to the left and I meet same, two young men who look much exactly like the one of his right. The Castlevania Triplets. They are dressed in the same white designer goodies and pair of black joggers with black sneakers. 

"Why are they dressed like they are attending some important meeting?" I ask myself, but there is no one to answer me. 

I feel my wolf getting excited all of a sudden, and I begin to wonder what's wrong. I'd been feeling normal before now. It hadn't been excited by anyone or anything before, why should the first persons she's excited to be this murderers? I think all I can at the moment for an answer, but the answer doesn't come. I choose to switch off my thoughts to something else which is the appropriate courtesy to make before them.

Bianca steps before us. 

"Your Majesty, this is Birgitte Carson and her daughter, the ones you appointed to serve in your palace as part of your royal staff." Her head is slightly bowed while she speaks to the king. 

"Why not go straight to the point?" I question inside of me. I know quite well that we are here to work as cleaners, but she was trying to sugarcoat our job as if we had some other important function we would be taking. 

If she is having her head bowed and my mom who claims to have some distant relationship with the king is bowing, who am I not to bow. Out of the need to appear proper in their eyes, I bow way more than slightly so that my back is almost bent like someone who is disabled. 

"Are you hunch-backed?" I hear a deep, sexy voice come forth. It doesn't sound like that of the king, it's one of the lycan princes. My heart pumps faster. Tension seizes me. There is no sexiness in the king's voice, but though it creates spark in me, there is sarcasm embedded deep in it. I want to raise my face to see who is my first oppressor here but I don't have the audacity. 

"Am I talking to a deaf person?" The same voice repeats, adding more pressure. Mom nudges me on the arms, gesturing on me to strengthen up a bit. It's only after a few seconds I get what the whole of this means, I strengthen up, now giving a slight bow. 

"Good morning, Your Majesty, and Your Highnesses." 

The tension which has been sparked in me makes me unconsciously provide a kind of backup voice to my mom's as she addresses her greeting to the king and the three triplet lycan princes. 

"Stand straight!" I hear another similar voice commanding from the side the first voice came from. This time around I lift my face abruptly to see who is speaking, from there I would know who spoke at first. 

It's Maverick, the second triplet. 

He is sitting with the third triplet, Mario. He must have been the first to speak. It amazes me how the last one should be the first to speak when his dad and elder brothers are here. That shows he has a considerable sense of confidence, but everyone knows him to be carefree and witty. 

He is the only one among the three who is a little free, as a normal individual. The rest are way too serious, it always seems as if they are always ready for war. Sometimes, they would look like individuals who are annoyed by someone and are prepared for revenge. 

While the firstborn, Marcel is a known authoritarian, his brother, the second born, Maverick is an outspoken type. These qualities qualify them to be of the strict lifestyle they are exhibiting. 

I mistakenly catch their father, the king, staring at me especially with disgust. It didn't even stop here, he spits out what is in his mind. 

"Brigitte," he calls in an acquainted way. I now believe my mom when she said that she has some sort of relationship with the king. The way he is addressing her isn't in any way formal, it isn't informal either, but cool and gentle, just like someone who is under the acquaintance zone. 

"Yes, your Majesty." She steadies her eyes on him as he addresses her. 

"Is this your daughter you pleaded with me to take alongside you so you guys could be together here?" His lips are twitched into a smirk, and his gaze on me is filled with scorn. I cringe inside of me. I hate to be the center of attention right now. I wanted to hide behind her shadows but now fate has taken a different turn in my life. 

"Yes, why did you ask?" Mom questions making me shriek in terror. The Lycan king is feared by everyone. What's giving her the audacity to return a question to the king's question? 

"I'm sorry, she can't work here. She is unfit to work here in this palace, I would be returning her back." The king says cooly, not showing any expression of anger as he would if this was with someone else. 

This statement hits me hard, I freeze, without motion I stand, not knowing what to say or do. Mom on her part doesn't know how to react, she seeks to question the king further but has no strength left in her as her lips are parted in shock. 

Where am I gonna go now? Who am I gonna live with now? Mom is the only person I have in this world. Dad was killed many years ago in the battlefield defending our pack, the Ambersy Pack. He was a soldier and I was fifteen then. 

Just at the peak of despair, the lycan princes rises and walks towards us, my heart pounds and I feel it's going to stop right now. I know they are heading towards me, not my mom, nor Bianca. 

Maverick comes along and takes hold of my arms. He then looks at his dad and sa

ys, "Don't worry dad, we have the perfect job for her."