My face was doused with makeup that I would never dream of affording. One glimpse at the tubes I saw on the table in front of me and I knew it was worth me six times over.The maids helped me to the bathroom so that I could be "cleansed" as Erisa said. Yes, her name was Erisa, because I had heard the maids call her by that name. "But I already had my bath," I protested. Even though my bath was more than seven hours ago. Erisa looked at me with reduced disgust, her disdained look had reduced in intensity after that threat by Callum. "Look Om—young woman, it is important that you are very clean for my art to work on you," she explained in a very posh way that very wealthy high-born werewolves spoke. The maids were more gentle in the bath than I had expected. The treatment I was getting was more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was as if one of my wildest dreams had come to reality. Our roles were reversed, they were taking care of me, am Omega with no name or house. They finishe

Liv’s PovIf my life were a cartoon, my face would have been the color of a ripe tomato. Callum slowly placed his hands on my thigh and I flinched in response because of the sting. Cold sweat streamed down my back. My face must have been burning a 100⁰ Celsius."Does it hurt?" His voice was controlled and lower than usual. He looked me in the eye and it felt very intense. It took me a while before I was able to reply. In normal circumstances, I would have pushed him away. But the fact that he was my mate and that I was strongly attracted to him made me keep my mouth shut. I nodded my head slowly at him. I would hate to admit it, but I was enjoying every bit of it. The way those hands touched my inner thighs, his touch was gentler than I had expected. He walked up to the table in my room and brought out a first aid kit that I hadn't seen before. He poured some medicine on a cotton wool and walked up to me. He held my lap again and brought the cotton wool close to my legs. He doused

Callum's POVI stared at my mother in the eye for a lengthy period. I could smell everything, from the cigarette she had smoked that evening, to the smell of the furniture. I figured it must have something to do with my emotions. Max slowly started shaking his head as he processed what she said. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he exploded, I was expecting it. Ryder's eyes were wide open. His eyes flew over the place, darting from me, Max, Mother, and the hall. I could see that he was having a hard time processing what was being said to him. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting it. I stepped away from her and I laughed. To be sincere, it wasn't an action that was predetermined. But as I continued laughing, I understood why I laughed. Our mother had never really seen us as her children from the start. We were all tools for her, for passing the bloodline. Every day in our life during our childhood, she never failed to tell us that we were high-borns and that we w

Liv’s POVI decided to leave school for my room. My transformation had spooked Frank enough that he had also left school early. I was also confused; I didn't know what had happened then. Well, I had worse problems back at the mansion. The triplets weren't waiting for me at the entrance of the school, it seemed like Frank had spoiled their mood too much for them to care about me. I took a cab and went back to the mansion. As I got down at the gate, a sickening aura enveloped me and I shivered. It was a sense of foreboding warning me about the dangers inside the mansion. It wasn't even the triplets I was most worried about. It was their mother, the Luna Rebecca. The threat still stuck in my head and I couldn’t shake off the fear even though I wanted to do.As usual, the guards didn't give two shits about me as I walked inside the mansion. I didn't bother looking at them as I walked in. I went straight upstairs to my room and I sighed in relief as I stood in front of the door.I twist

Liv's POV Ryder turned towards me and his facial expression softened. He understood that he had lost control a while ago. I clasped my hands together and swung my legs freely from the edge of the bed. My legs weren't long enough to touch the ground from the edge. It wasn’t as though I was too short, but the bed was massive.Ryder stood up and ran his hand across his hair. I figured he was racking his head about something. He seemed rather unease"Well, get some rest," Ryder smiled at me. "Wait," I stopped him before he left. "Tell me more about it," I pressured him even though I knew the reason he was unease was literally what I was asking him about.Ryder looked at me and puffed out a sigh. Walking back to where I was, he sat on the bed. "It all started when we got our wolf, several years ago," Ryder narrated, his eyes glued forward and not at me."Since we are triplets, it's normal for us to get the same type of wolf. Callum and I got a black wolf," he explained and then he presse