One

Anastasia's pov

I felt all the blood in my face drain as I read the contract papers over and over again in my head until I grew sick with fear and disgust. The words seemed to blur before my eyes as my mind struggled to process the magnitude of what I had just read, my thoughts racing.

"No." Mustering all the willpower in me, I faced the Alpha and his family as I said, not even flinching under their hard, cold glares. "I'm not doing It."

"You don't have a choice in this. You never did." The Alpha's face was full of scorn and wrinkled lines as he frowned at me, ignoring the look of horror on my face. "The arrangements have already been made in prior to the agreement."

I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, my vision glazed over and the papers dropped from my hands.

I had been sold to the Lycan Triplets as their breeder. Not even a wife or a concubine, a breeder.

The Lycan Triplets owned and ruled over the largest pack in the werewolf territory. They were known to be ruthless, cold hearted, merciless and evil. These malevolent beings were not merely ordinary werewolves; they were the embodiment of cruelty, terror and power.

They thrived on domination and control, each brother ruling over his vast empire with an iron fist.

Even with all their achievements and their reputation capable of striking fear into the hearts of people, there insatiable greed and pride pushed them into collecting woman like souvenirs. They had several mates and concubines, and yet still, they enjoyed tearing young women away from their families because they had the power and influence to do so.

And now, I had been sold to them.

I was as good as dead.

It was disgusting how my father, the Alpha had used my true identity as an Alpha's daughter to bait them into accepting his proposal whereas here in the pack, I was treated as nothing more than a maid.

Even the Omegas here were treated better compared to how I've been treated. My mother died few years after my birth, and after that, father brought in a pregnant stranger whom he claimed was his second chance mate, and in a few years time, the woman had his heart and brain within her grasp such that two daughters and a son later, my father saw me as a mere Omega and not his daughter.

I lost all my rights in the household and was reduced to cleaning after everyone and sleeping in the basement with nothing but my clothes to keep me warm.

Elsa and Avery, my step sisters went to the best school, had the best clothes, went out for shopping in their luxurious cars and had all the hot guys in school pining over them while I stood in their shadows, eating their leftovers and wearing their hand me downs; despite I was older.

Ray was an obnoxious asshole. Knowing he was the true heir of father as the only son, he stopped at nothing to remind me of my place as an ostracized child of the Alpha. He bullied me the most- physically, emotionally.

My step mother was worse. A dove in the presence of my father but a black raven raging of evil and exuding a deadly aura when It was just us.

Everyday of my life as I passed through hell in the hands of my family, I cried myself to sleep every night, praying to the Moon goddess to give me a mate who would love, cherish and care for me and make up for all those years I yearned for love, even from my father, but only got spite and hate instead.

But no. Of course I'd never be taken seriously.

All those nights of praying were in vain. The moon goddess had probably just scoffed at my prayers just the same way she did when I prayed to her not to take my mother from me.

I had been sold to the Evil Lycan Triplets of the Belthemore Empire as their Breeder and as usual, I had no say in the matter. To them, I was just a doll who they could control as they pleased.

"I hear the Lycan Triplets are quite a feast for the eyes. Even in your dying moments with them, at least you'll appreciate the fact that men of such looks even considered you fitting for a partner." Elsa said, her voice filled with mockery, her eyes unremorseful.

Avery giggled and my hands turned to fist. Tears appeared at the corner of my eyes but I held It back. The last time I cried Infront of them was years ago.

I was 12 and Ray had kicked me out of my room because It was the biggest one in the house. I had come back from school to find all my things in the swimming pool at the back. My mom's journal, her pictures... Everything was ruined in the pool and he didn't care. No one did, not even my dad.

"Why do you still have those old stuffs of your mother. He did you a favor by throwing those trash out and you're making a big deal out of It." He had said, ignoring my tears, and right there and then, I wasn't seeing my father anymore but just the Alpha. The cold Alpha of Night Howler's pack.

That was the last day I cried Infront of my family and I promised myself never to let them see me shed a single tear anymore.

I suddenly turned my eyes to Elsa and Avery, and the smirk on their faces faltered seeing me stare so boldly into their eyes without wavering.

I don't remember the last time I had locked so boldly in their eyes before. Most times, I had my head bowed to the floor, but knowing I was close to dying in the hands of the Lycan Triplets and I had nothing to loose anymore, I didn't even care.

"I can't even blame you at this point." I laughed. It was loud, scornful and bitter. My eyes travelled across the room, touching everyone's gaze. These people were only my family by blood, but I would never want to be part of this family even in my next life. "I always hoped for a better life when I turned 18. I hoped to find my mate and maybe leave this hell of a home and finally be happy. I hoped to find peace and find someone who would love me as I am. But It's okay. I've already accepted whatever comes in life as It is. This would probably be the last time I see you all so I will just let you know. I would prefer to die by the hands of the Lycan Triplets than stay a minute more here with any of you."

"Anastatia... " Alpha Gregor got up, eyes filled with anger but a hint of disbelief and surprise.

My cold eyes rested in his gaze, and for a speck of a moment, just a brief moment, I genuinely thought I saw hurt in his eyes, but I didn't even care at this point. All those years he had the chance to be a batter father. But he never did. Instead he neglected me and turned a blind eye to my suffering.

"What? Do you want to hit me? Will you lock me up in the dungeon without food nor water this time? Will It be three days? How long are you planning on locking me up again? Maybe a week? Or will you order the guards to whip me again? 20 strokes? 50 strokes this time maybe? Will you kill me now that I've finally stood up to you?" I smirked as he just stood there, trembling in anger while the others slowly got up, giving me murderous looks capable of sending me to my grave.

Seeing all five of them standing there and glaring hatefully at me like I was an outsider, I smiled, feeling the thrill of knowing I can do whatever I wanted now because they couldn't do anything to me- not when I was the Lycan Triplets' property now.

After all, I had always been isolated. Nothing more than an outsider in their eyes.

"A vehicle will be here soon to take you to Belthemore. Get your things ready to leave at once." Luna Ashena said, smirking cruelly at me.

I felt my heart drop in the pit of my stomach at the thought of facing the Lycan Triplets any moment from now, but I didn't let Ashena see the expression in my eyes see was looking for.

Instead, I returned her smirk with an even crueler, bitter one.

"You may think you've won, but you've only given me freedom today. I've never been happier than I am today and It's because I won't have to stay here anymore."