Four

Damien's pov

I looked at the girl, noticing how her eyes grew wide in shock. We both locked eyes and I could instantly tell she was scared.

I wasn't surprised. It's been a normal way of life since our existence; feeding off the fear of people in our presence. We thrived on them and Anastasia wasn't any different.

She looked like any other she wolf we've encountered - nothing special there. I've seen a lot more beautiful women.

But green eyes. Now that was something to catch my attention. Only witches had green eyes and they were rare. I had never seen a she wolf with green eyes before and certainly not an emerald green shade that looked like jewels- like the pendant of the jewel around her neck.

That amulet looked so familiar - It exuded this aura around her that made It impossible for me to even access her inner and thoughts. I doubted she knew the power of the amulet around her neck.

Her weakness disgusted me and got me furious. As the eldest, I dreamed of having an heir from a powerful woman, someone who was worthy of mothering my child. We have so many female warriors as concubines, women who had what It tok to fill in for this position.

But my father had picked her? Why? I didn't know, but It was started in his will, and not only that, It had been sealed with fate. It was either or we die without any heritage to our name.

Unfortunately we'd have to make do with her, but I still felt that there was something unique about this petite, frail woman that stole before us.

Darius chuckled scornfully at her livid expression but I didn't find It funny.

"Draven..." I called out warning but he just smirked cruelly, the type I knew that meant whatever he had in mind was not good, not even taking his eyes off the girl as he said.

"She looks like a literal child, Damien. If she's going to bear our heir, she might as well be capable of taking us on without dying."

The last word caught her off guard visibly and her face became paler. I did agree with Draven. We needed an heir as soon as a possibility, especially with the upcoming war with the Forbiddens. With how frain she looked, I doubted she was physically capable of even mature with us, and ee ritual required her to mate with all three of us.

If she died In the process, it was over for us.

The fact that she had to strip was unnecessary, but I didn't want to argue with Draven, giving that he was the ype to get what he wants whether and however.

"Did I stutter, little lamb? Or would you like me to help?" His voice was daunting and cold.

Darius seemed to be having the time of his life just siectating and me in the other hand didn't even care at this point.

"No..." Her voice, annoying soft and weak echoed in the room before she pulled the robe around her right her. "I... I'll do It."

"Haven't you done this before? What do you think is so special about your body that we haven't seen in more better woman before?" Darius added.

We watched as she shakily began taking off the robe before letting It fall tithe ground, leaving her in just her see through Satin.

Despite having the taken off the robe, her arms instinctively moved to cover her bossoms which had their nipples peeking from the linen.

"Unlike you, we have other better things to do than sit here and let you waste our time. Hurry up." Draven had lost his patience now and was glad I at her.

With shaky hands, she took off the rest of her clothes and left us to the full view of her body. For a petite woman, she had a visibly good shape.

Her bossoms we're full and standing with two peach colored nipples that invitingly stood on both. Her Honey colored hair settled around her waist withi curved down to moderate sized hips down to straight legs.

Nothing we haven't seen before, but she was visible malnourished. I wondered why? Wasn't she an Alpha's daughter? How come she look d so weak and frail?

The discomfort and shame on her was visible but Draven wasn't finished with her.

"Turn."

Her eyes which had been closed the entire time she took her clothes off finally opened and settle on the ground.

"I... Can't."

"That wasn't a request but an order. Are you refuting it?" He asked coldly.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks at the kennace in his voice. She looked simple words could crush her, what more having to defend herself in a fight. As someone who would beat our heir, she was at risk to our enemies, and we had many.

She finally turned, very slowly, and It was when she did, did I realized why she had been so reluctant at first.

"Take clothes and leave." I said immediately.

Draven was tongue tied. He couldn't even say anything as the girl picked up her clothes hurriedly.

In seconds, she had bolted out the door and shit It leaving us alone.

"Something tells me she was only acknowledged as an Alpha's daughter when It came to selling her off to us." I said, yeppie my fingers against the table, brooding in anger.

"You mean... Her own family did that to her?" Draven looked surprised, a grave expression on his face

"I wouldn't be surprised. Did you notice how she was quick to correct me when I mistook Luna Ashena for her mother. It didn't seem like she had a good relationship with her."

"It's no wonder she's so frail and weak" Dariussborted.

These scars on her back were numerous; of different sizes. It was like they borw the haunting image of her past abuse. Lines of faded scars crisscrossed her flesh like a map of torment, each scar, a stark reminder of cruelty she had ensured

'Dante. Where are you?' Using my mind link, I contact Dante, and in seconds, he was standing before us.

I hand him the contract.

"Dante, I need you to get every possible information you can get on Anastatia before the end of this week. We need to know how she had been treated back at Night Howler's pack. Ensure she signs this as well."

"Noted. Is that all?" He asked as he took the documents.

"That's all. You can leave."

Once he left, my brothers and I exchanged knowing looks.

Anastatia may seem ordinary, but there was certainly more than just the weak abused wolf who had been here not too long ago.