Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates

Genevieve Swan:

Everybody said I would never find a mate, and then I was mated to four mates who I had to tame.

….

"It's our wedding night. He'll want to take my virginity," I uttered.

"Then you'll have to tell him I advised against it. Not until the time is right."

Monique, our pack's seer and my caretaker, said as she adjusted my veil while I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

A cub without a wolf wasn't supposed to find a mate, yet today I was getting married to my childhood friend, Alpha Ron.

When he asked me to become his chosen mate, I accepted without hesitation.

"Just remember, you're not supposed to take the pendant off your neck," Monique reminded me, touching the pendant resting against my skin. "If you do, you'll transition, and that will be bad for your health."

My wolf was extremely sick and weak, and I had been told that if I ever transitioned, her illness would affect me as well.

That was why Monique had helped seal her behind a wall inside me.

"And you'll still listen to me even after you get married," she added with a sweet smile. "Remember, I'm not only a seer. I'm your well-wisher."

Her words reminded me that when I lost my mother as a baby, Monique stepped in and became the one who cared for me.

Not that I could ever deny her or my father's orders.

My father was Senova's only Alpha King.

There were no other Alpha Kings in the world, and his word carried absolute authority.

My father believed that harsh punishment was the only way to make me stronger, but he made sure those lessons remained behind the walls of the mansion.

The only witnesses were the royal beta's family.

The royal beta was my father's brother, and his daughter, Kit, had always been my best friend.

She was also my bridesmaid.

"I'll check on the preparations, and then you can walk down the aisle with your father," she brushed her hair back and left the room.

Somehow, I had been feeling anxious when I should have been happy.

This was supposed to be one of the most important day of my life.

Hoping the sight would settle my nerves, I retreated to my room, the largest bedroom in the mansion, where the wedding-night decorations awaited me.

The moment I stepped inside, dread settled in my stomach.

Red droplets stained the white sheets prepared for me and my mate.

Ron was an Alpha, but after our marriage, he would be living in my mansion.

Marrying the Alpha King's daughter came with privileges.

If those stains meant what I thought they did, then someone had sex on the bed meant for the bride and groom.

Before I could call for anyone, voices drifted from the bathroom.

"Oh, Alpha Ron, have some mercy," a woman moaned. "You already took my virginity. Are you going to tear me open with your dick?"

My entire body shuddered.

The words shattered my world.

Without thinking, I rushed to the bathroom door and pounded on it.

The voices stopped instantly.

So did the shower.

The door swung open, revealing a shirtless Ron hastily fastening his pants.

Water dripped from his hair and ran down his bare chest.

"Who is— with y–you?" I asked, stumbling over the words as tears burned my throat.

"No one," he grunted.

The irritation in his voice made it sound as though I was the one inconveniencing him.

"How could you do this to me? It's our wedding day."

The tears came instantly.

There was nothing left to question.

I knew exactly what had happened.

He had taken another woman's virginity on the very bed where we were supposed to spend our wedding night.

"Go back to your room, fix your makeup, and I'll meet you at the aisle."

His indifference hit harder than the betrayal.

He didn't look ashamed.

He didn't even try to deny it.

"Who's in there?"

I tried to push past him, but he caught my arm and shoved me backward.

I hit the floor hard enough to let out a yelp.

He had never treated me like this before.

All those years of friendship.

All those kind words. Has any of it been real?

"Who is with you?" I screamed.

Yet he stayed planted in the doorway, shielding whoever was inside.

The realization hurt more than the shove.

He cared more about the woman behind that door than he did about me.

"What is going on here?"

My aunt, Mrs. Browning, the royal beta's wife, rushed over the moment she heard the commotion.

The instant she saw my tear-streaked face, she turned to Ron.

"What did you do?"

"He has a girl in there," I cried, pointing at him. "He already took her virginity on our bed."

Mrs. Browning shoved him aside and stormed toward the bathroom but then she stopped.

"Mom?"

The soft voice drifting from inside stole the air from my lungs.

My whole world collapsed.

"Is it Kit?"

I rubbed my eyes, hoping I had heard wrong.

I hadn't.

Mrs. Browning's face changed the moment she saw her daughter standing inside the bathroom.

Before I could reach her, Ron stepped in front of me.

Kit hurried to get dressed while her mother escorted her out.

As she walked past me, a slight smirk played on her lips.

That was when I realized she had never truly considered me family.

"Fucking get out of my way!" I screamed but Ron wouldn't move.

Even now, he was protecting her.

Then my father arrived. He must have heard the shouting.

I told him everything.

Every last detail.

The worst part was that he didn't seem angry that Ron had betrayed me.

He seemed more offended that someone had disrespected the Alpha King's authority.

"I thought I could trust you," my father thundered.

"Then you should have been truthful with me," Ron shot back. "Especially when you weren't planning to give me anything in return."

There it was.

The truth.

Even though he kept his tone respectful enough to avoid openly challenging the Alpha King, his real motives were finally on display.

It had always been about power.

"I just found out I won't become the Alpha King even if I marry her. I won't even get to fuck her. So why the fuck would I marry her? She's useless to me. And on top of that, I'd become a laughingstock for marrying a worthless creature who gives me no benefits."

Every word felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.

My best friend had never wanted me.

And now that he knew he couldn't have them, he no longer saw any reason to pretend.

My father's fists tightened at his sides.

Disbelief flashed across his face as he slowly shook his head.

Then Monique rushed into the room, clutching her chest.

"I just had a vision," she announced, hope shining in her eyes.

"This wedding being cancelled is a blessing," Monique continued. "We were wrong. Genevieve isn't meant for one man. She's destined to marry four powerful werewolves. Four men who will protect her and keep her safe. The Moon Goddess has chosen four mates for her."

The room fell silent.

A seer's vision wasn't something people ignored.

My father's face brightened immediately.

Ron, on the other hand, looked sick.

As though someone had punched him in the stomach.

"And you thought nobody would want her if you didn't marry her," my father said with a mocking laugh.

Then he turned to Monique.

"Prepare Genevieve. We will host a competition. The four strongest men will compete for her hand."

I couldn't even keep one man.

Now I was expected to marry four.

Genevieve:

I sat on the royal chair beside my father, accompanied by his seer, Monique, as we faced the pack members gathered before us.

A week had passed swiftly, yet I was still not prepared for another humiliation.

All eyes were on me.

Rumors had been spreading that I would never find a mate and would die an old maid.

Seeing everyone gathered there, including my bullies, I felt tears sting my eyes.

I had begged my father not to make me sit through this, but he remained convinced that his competition would work.

A week ago, it had been announced that the four men who defeated the deadliest monsters would earn the right to marry me.

No man wanted to marry me anyway.

Why would anyone go out of their way to fight a monster for me? It was a recipe for disaster.

Among the crowd stood Kit.

She had never once come to apologize.

Instead, she stood there smirking and laughing with the other pack members.

"Your Highness, let us begin the ceremony."

Kit's father, my uncle, stepped forward.

Although his expression remained composed, a flicker of unease crossed his face as he signaled the guards to open the doors for the first participant.

The grand doors swung open, revealing an elderly man, around eighty years old, clutching the severed head of a rogue wolf.

Gasps rippled through the hall.

The shock of the age difference quickly gave way to laughter from Kit and her friends.

"Your Highness, I seek to wed this exquisite princess and pledge to protect her," the old man declared before breaking into a cough.

The crowd burst into laughter and pointed at him.

I tightened my grip on the fabric of my blue gown and swallowed back my tears.

"You're eighty, Harriet. Why didn't you send your son to fight a real monster?" my father asked, unable to hide his frustration.

"My son?" The old man scoffed. "Oh no, my lord. He would marry a she-wolf with an active wolf. I have no wish for him to perish protecting someone who couldn't even give him a powerful heir."

His words struck like a slap.

I lowered my gaze and closed my eyes.

"I think Uncle Bernard should consider it," Kit remarked. "After all, who would go slaying a dragon for her?"

Her laughter echoed through the crowd, drawing chuckles from those around her.

"Well, you only killed an ordinary wolf. Anyone could do that."

My father dismissed the man with a wave of his hand.

The next contender stepped forward, and I recognized him immediately.

He was infamous for mistreating his twenty concubines.

Sleeping around seemed to be his only talent.

Tension coiled inside me as I glanced between him and my father, silently pleading with my eyes.

The man bowed before my father, who released a weary sigh.

"You killed a wild wolf. That's not a monster," my father said tiredly.

"Brother," my uncle interjected, stepping forward, "it seems we have no choice but to consider those who have brought down even remotely dangerous beasts."

"But how can I hand over my daughter to a man like him?" my father argued. "He already has twenty women waiting for his attention. How could he possibly protect my daughter from this seer's prophecy? There's danger coming for her, and she's my only heir."

His concern was justified.

"She probably thought charming knights would come slaying monsters for her," my aunt snickered, clasping her daughter's hand.

Kit answered with the same mocking grin.

The look on her face was that of a victor.

She had won Alpha Ron.

He had chosen to take her virginity instead of mine on what should have been my wedding night.

"I really think you should settle for one of these old men," Kit said directly to me. "I don't think anyone else would want you."

The other girls who had always bullied me nodded in agreement.

"It's a pity. She's not even worth fighting for at this point."

A voice rose from the crowd.

I turned to my father.

"Daddy, can't you see they're all laughing at me?" I asked. "You're not going to find some handsome, charming protector for me. There will only ever be leftovers for me."

A whimper nearly escaped my lips.

"You're not leaving until you've secured four mates who can keep you safe," my father hissed.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my chair, leaving bruises behind.

"The guards can protect me," I protested.

"Hah. As if they don't have other duties."

My father shook his head as he spoke up again.

"If someone shows up here after slaying monsters, I'd gladly give him your hand in marriage. If he can handle a monster, he can surely keep you safe."

The seer had warned my father that something dangerous was headed my way.

"Now you'll be spreading your legs for some old man riddled with diseases," Kit whispered.

The next contenders were even worse.

One man arrived carrying a dog's head and boldly told my father that he wanted to make me his bitch.

My father had him thrown out immediately.

At this point, nearly everyone was trying to convince my father to choose between Harriet and the man with twenty concubines.

I struggled to breathe.

My gaze drifted to Kit, and she was smirking.

"You know, girls, once she's gone, I'll be the only beautiful and powerful niece of the Alpha King," she boasted with a laugh, grinning proudly.

"I can't wait to show you all how dashing my mate is. He's handsome, young..."

She kept rambling until the royal door opened with a slam and everyone’s breath hitched.

A man strode into the hall carrying the severed head of a fire dragon.

The entire room gasped.

Not only was he carrying the head of one of the deadliest monsters known to our kind, but the man himself was far from ordinary.

Standing well over six foot seven, he commanded the entire hall's attention.

He dropped the bloody trophy at my father's feet, sending a ripple of shock through the crowd.

"I'm Alpha Bellamy Holmes of the Bloody Claws Pack. I wish to wed your daughter and make her my respected Luna."

His deep, husky voice resonated through the hall.

His gaze locked onto mine as though daring my father to deny him.

There was something in his eyes that made it seem as if he would steal me away if he had to.

My father's gaze darted between us, mirroring my own shock.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The man standing before me looked almost unreal.

Around us, the pack members stared at him wide-eyed.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

His gray eyes were narrowed beneath strong brows.

Sweat clung to his messy blond hair, dampening the light strands.

His broad shoulders and muscular frame made him look as though he had stepped straight out of a legend.

"Do you understand what you're getting yourself into?" my father asked.

His question voiced the same confusion swirling inside me.

Why would a Godly Alpha like him risk his life for me?

"That I'll be spending the rest of my life protecting and caring for the gorgeous woman standing before me."

His words sent shivers down my spine.

The way he spoke about me made heat rush to my cheeks.

"I know exactly what I'm signing up for."

The determination in his voice was unmistakable.

For the first time that day, I wasn't the one being laughed at.

Judging by the looks around the hall, everyone else seemed jealous instead.

Genevieve:

"Mom, what is going on?"

Kit's protest reached my ears, but I was too captivated by the sight of the confident Alpha to pay attention to her complaints.

"He's so young and handsome!"

One of the older women who had previously called me a slut gasped at the sight of an attractive Alpha willing to marry me.

"In that case, you have my blessing to marry my daughter."

My father's voice rang with delight as he puffed out his chest.

The crowd stared at Alpha Bellamy and me with newfound admiration.

Just then, the doors swung open once more.

A tall, charming man entered, dragging the bloody head of a deadly Echidna behind him.

The hall fell silent.

An Echidna was one of the most feared creatures in existence, a winged woman with glittering eyes and the lower body of a massive scaled serpent.

"I'm Alpha Caspian Diego of the Night Magic Pack."

The green-eyed tall Alpha bowed gracefully before my father.

I was so shocked that I forgot to close my mouth.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are these Alphas proposing to her?" Kit cried, stomping her foot.

"Hush," Mrs. Browning warned her,

The other girls echoed the same complaints, turning to their parents and demanding to know why I was attracting such handsome men.

"Your Highness, we still need to select two more men before–"

Mr. Browning had barely begun speaking when the gates opened again.

A tall, powerfully built man strode into the hall.

Wrapped tightly in his fist was the long blue hair of a siren, its blood leaving a trail across the floor behind him.

"I'm Warrior Emre Shield."

His voice boomed through the hall, filled with confidence and authority.

The tattoo across his stomach was splattered with the siren's blood.

"I remember you," my father said, clearly impressed. "Your father once served in my pack. You displayed remarkable skill even as a child."

"I would be honored to marry your daughter and protect her with my life," Emre replied humbly.

His eyes never left mine.

This man was known for his immense strength.

Rumor had it that no monsters could survive an encounter with him.

If these handsome men were my protectors, I would gladly face any danger beside them.

"Did Uncle pay these men to say all this?" Kit blurted out, desperately trying to comfort herself.

"I would be honored to have all three of you as my sons-in-law," my father said, beaming with pride.

But there was still one problem.

"Well, who will be the fourth mate?"

An elderly woman from the crowd called out, still trying to shame me after realizing the situation had turned against her.

The crowd had gathered expecting my humiliation.

Instead, they were left staring in shock at the three extraordinary men who had chosen me.

As the question of who would become my fourth mate lingered in the air, it seemed the Moon Goddess answered it before anyone else could.

The gates opened one final time.

A towering, broad-shouldered man stepped into the hall.

Not only was he carrying a Cyclops head under one arm, but he also had a Sphinx head slung over his shoulder.

A wave of shock swept through the crowd.

Gasps echoed across the hall as people stared at him in awe and fear.

With a casual stride, he crossed the distance between us in moments.

He was so strikingly handsome that I almost forgot to breathe.

When he stopped before us, he rolled the Cyclops head to my father's feet and dropped the Sphinx head onto the ground with a heavy thud.

I nearly jumped at the force of it.

Small tattoos decorated his body, though most of them were hidden beneath layers of blood.

It stained his clothes, his skin, and nearly every visible inch of him.

The hall remained silent until he finally spoke.

"I am Rogue Wolvin Sharp."

His voice was calm, yet it carried through the entire room.

While he was undoubtedly the most handsome man I had ever seen, I immediately understood why my father's jaw had dropped.

Despite his dislike of rogues, my father knew this man was a far better choice than anyone present.

"No. This can't be," Kit cried to her mother. "She can't end up with four handsome men. Look at him. He's straight out of a fairy tale."

For once, Mrs. Browning had nothing to say.

"Very well."

My father rose to his feet.

"I have found four powerful mates for my daughter. Each of them has pledged to stand by her side and protect her."

His voice rang proudly through the hall.

"The competition is concluded. You are all welcome to remain and enjoy the feast afterward."

He puffed out his chest, looking more satisfied than I had seen him in a very long time.

The men looked at me as if I were the most prized possession in the world, and honestly, it gave me a sense of self-worth I had never felt before.

Monique held my hand and led me away from the event.

The four men stood there watching me while all the women, and even Kit, ogled them.

As soon as I was brought back to my room, I smiled at Monique.

"You're happy," she observed.

"Have you seen the look on everyone's faces?" Monique murmured.

Then she proudly straightened her shoulders.

" told you my visions are never wrong. Do you believe me now?"

Her words made me nod. I couldn't even find the words to respond.

"Now, we'll have them sign the marriage papers."

That part made me feel a little sad as I wanted a ceremony where I dressed as a bride.

"Don't worry. It's not like you can mark them. Your wolf isn't there, so marking isn’t possible. The marriage papers are what's important," she explained, placing a hand over mine.

"Now listen to me."

She leaned closer, holding my hand tightly and looking me straight in the eye.

"You're not supposed to lose your virginity until I tell you to."

The words made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"But they're my husbands. They would want—"

I tried to speak, but she silenced me with a gesture.

"There are many ways to please a mate. Let them please you. You are priceless," she murmured.

I didn't understand how she thought it would be easy.

There were four of them.

One of them was bound to end up between my legs.

How was I supposed to push them away? They were handsome, charming, and impossible to ignore.

"Genevieve, you know my predictions are never wrong, so listen to me. I'll tell you when I have a vision that it's time to complete your mating with your mates. Only then should you proceed."

She spoke in a softer tone and I had no choice but to nod.

That was when the door opened and Kit barged in, with her mother trailing behind her.

"How did you do it?" Kit cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "How did she get four mates? Did you use magic?"

She asked Monique the question while crying hysterically.

She stole my husband-to-be and slept with him.

Now she was upset because I had found someone far better than Ron.

"I didn't use any magic," Monique replied calmly.

Kit stopped crying immediately.

"It was written in her fate that she would end up tangled in the bedsheets with four men."

The way Monique said it made me realize she was getting back at Kit for stealing Ron from me.

And judging by the look on Kit's face, it worked.

She looked horrified by the very thought of me being cherished.

Genevieve:

A week had passed.

We had accepted each other behind a veil, and I hadn't seen them since.

But I knew I was married to them, the papers we had signed made that clear.

Now I had arrived at our new home, far removed from the rest of the world, where we were meant to build a connection.

"You're not supposed to mess this up, Genevieve," Monique said, holding my hand as we stood outside the door.

She had ridden in the car with me and was dropping me off before leaving.

I would be entering the house alone to meet my husbands.

"Remember, after your mother's death, your father took care of you. Then he found out your health was fragile and that an unknown danger was headed your way. He stopped living his own life for you."

She tightened her grip on my hand.

"So you have to make this marriage work, even if you have to suck their dicks day and night. Do it. Do it for your father so he can finally rest easy, knowing his daughter is safe and protected. You must make this marriage work."

Monique repeated the words, the urgency clear in her eyes.

Then she straightened her back and took a deep breath.

"Now go. Be with your husbands."

As she said that, she touched my pendant, and I understood the silent reminder.

Don't take it off.

The house was luxurious, with black and gray walls and gleaming white floors.

It sat high in the mountains, perched at the very top.

A beautiful, huge living room welcomed me at the entrance.

A big room was situated at the corner, with a kitchen opposite to the bedroom.

As I stepped into the house, Monique closed the door behind me and drove away.

The moment I reached the bedroom, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Well, I was met with quite a sight.

The handsome man on the side of the room was doing pushups, not even bothering to raise his head.

The other one in the bed was talking to someone on his cellphone in a bad mood.

As my gaze swept across the room, I spotted one of them on the far side, though I couldn't tell what he was doing.

Before I could focus on him, the bathroom door swung open, and the fourth emerged, water glistening on his skin as he stepped out wearing only black shorts.

"Name’s Caspian Diego," spoke the tall, handsome hunk with piercing green eyes and black hair as he dropped his wet towel on the couch and approached me.

Since I couldn't even open my mouth to introduce myself, Caspian did it for me.

"Genevieve Swan."

He smiled and stepped closer and closer until my back met the wall.

Placing one hand against it, his gaze traveled over me, looking me up and down.

"That's Bellamy Holmes. And over there is Emre Shield, the former warrior of your pack."

He gestured first toward the man on the phone and then toward the one in the corner doing push-ups.

I had seen them at the event when they were covered in blood, but now they had cleaned up, and oh, Goddess.

They were perfect.

Caspian's breath smelled of mint.

The scent of his shampoo was intoxicating too.

Bellamy, lounging on the bed, had gray eyes and blond hair.

Emre had perfectly tanned skin that complemented his hazel eyes and curly ginger hair.

He was shirtless, exercising in the corner, his muscles slick with oil and painfully tempting to look at.

"And over there," Caspian whispered, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Wolvin Sharp. Your psycho warrior mate."

His words made me gulp as I noticed the array of knives spread across the table.

Wolvin was silently cleaning them, focused on his task and not bothering to get up from the darker side of the room.

Wolvin was taller than the others by an inch or two.

He stood six feet tall, broad-shouldered and robust, with long brown hair tied into a man bun at the back of his head, a few loose strands framing his face.

His blue eyes briefly lifted to meet mine before returning to the knives.

"And you—you're so gorgeous."

Caspian's compliment immediately pulled my attention back to him.

He was so close that I was sure he could hear my heart thundering in my chest.

His eyes lowered, following the rise and fall of my breathing.

Then he hooked a finger beneath the neckline of my dress and tugged it down, exposing half of my breasts.

Bellamy, who had been busy on his phone, suddenly put it aside and rose from the bed.

Hunger swept through his eyes as he watched Caspian expose me before them.

And I just stood there like a doll, unable to move.

Emre abruptly stopped doing push-ups and got to his feet.

Tilting his head, he stared directly at my breasts.

"They look soft," Caspian murmured with a smile.

Then he leaned closer to my ear and whispered,

"Mind if I drink some from your nipple?"

He asked it so softly that I visibly shuddered.

Without thinking, I placed a hand on his arm, revealing just how easily his words could make me lose control of my body.

He chuckled before nuzzling my neck and trailing his face down toward my breasts.

While he did that, my eyes darted to the others.

They were watching me, swallowing hard.

Then I noticed the bulges in their pants.

They were impossible to ignore.

Except for Wolvin.

He hadn't even lifted his head.

A moment later, I felt a soft kiss against the swollen curve of my breast.

Emre quickly placed a hand over his dick as he watched Caspian kiss my breasts.

He began stroking himself through his shorts.

In that moment, I felt as though they were ready to fucking take me like animals.

But before Caspian could reach my breasts, a hand slammed against the table.

Caspian lifted his head, looking exhausted, before turning toward Wolvin.

The others looked just as annoyed.

"I'm tired and I can't sleep with so much noise," he grunted.

His reaction made me wonder what was wrong with him.

Was he unhappy about the marriage?

He was the one who had brought down the deadliest monsters, not just one but two.

Within seconds, he didn't even ask for a bed, despite there being one large bed for all of us to squeeze into.

Instead, he pulled a sheet from his bag, spread it across the floor, and lay down.

That massive man was sleeping on the floor.

It seemed Emre and Bellamy were exhausted too.

Emre immediately disappeared into the bathroom, while Bellamy's phone began to ring.

He sighed.

Probably doing Alpha business.

"I need a minute," I murmured, quickly heading for the door and escaping the room.

I didn't know what had come over me, but I was scared.

So I texted Monique, telling her this was too much pressure.

I had never been intimate with anyone before, and I was nervous and overwhelmed.

She never replied.

I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I heard a voice behind me.

I spun around, shock coursing through me as I found Caspian leaning against the kitchen counter with a phone in his hand.

"You were complaining to your Seer about us?" he asked softly, sounding more amused than offended.

"No, it's just..."

I reached for the phone, but he pulled it away with a smirk.

"There's no need to be scared," he murmured.

I instinctively stepped backward until there was nowhere left to go when he began walking towards me.

My back met the counter.

My eyes met his.

He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of me against the counter, his gaze fixed on my lips.

"Intimacy is one of the best things in life. It's not something to be afraid of. It's something to crave."

As he spoke, he leaned closer.

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

Genevieve:

The softness of his lips and the manly grasp of his hands around my neck and back stunned me into standing still.

He let his lips mischievously suck mine and endanger my composed posture.

I felt myself melting in his arms when he tilted his head and rubbed his juicy lips all over mine.

I didn’t know his grasp would be so hard, yet so comforting.

He suddenly pulled back but didn’t free my neck. "You didn’t even fight back."

I shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly to comprehend what his comment meant when he added, "Nope! Inexperienced and very stale."

I was flabbergasted.

Once I pulled away from him, I glared into his eyes and muttered, "Give me my damn phone back!" Without any warning, I lunged at him and snatched my phone out of his hand.

In the process, I accidentally scratched his cheek, expecting him to put up a fight, but he let go without any protest.

Nevertheless, I realized my approach had been a bit rough.

He glared at me with fiery anger as his cheek healed before my eyes, revealing his true strength and power.

"Now, listen to me, Mr. Alpha," I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. "I'm the alpha king’s daughter here, and you were brought in to take care of me. You are in no way allowed to belittle me. In case you got the wrong idea from this marriage, let me make something clear: I would never mate with someone as lowly as you, who steals my phone and tries to embarrass me. Now go back to your fucking room. My father will take care of you."

I felt a surge of fiery anger inside me, which made me lose control.

I didn't want to come across as a brat, but he left me with no other choice.

I don't know what came over me, but his comments about my inexperience struck a nerve.

They reminded me of all the bullying I had endured.

Suddenly, I felt as though he was too much for me.

He was too intense, too forward, and far too seductive.

So I needed to ask Monique to replace him, or simply get rid of him.

I already had three other mates.

As I stared into his eyes and made a threat, challenging him, I expected him to apologize.

However, I had unwittingly stepped onto his Alpha ego.

"You shouldn't have said all that," he hissed, clicking his tongue, shaking his head at me.

"It will be your last night here now. Go!" I yelled, watching him with a deadly look in his eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, Caspian finally turned and walked away, leaving me with a brief moment of relief.

As I fumbled for my phone, trying to distract myself from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I came across a series of text messages from Monique that had already been read by Caspian.

Monique: I am sorry for this message, but we will be unable to respond for a few weeks. I hope you get to live well with your mates. If there are any complaints, just try to avoid them and still accept them.

Monique: Just know this. There is no option to reject them.

As I watched the damning evidence unfold before my eyes, I couldn't help but gasp in horror.

Caspian must have heard me, for he stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, "I forgot to tell you," he said in a confident tone.

"You cannot reject any of us. I guess it won't be my last night in your life after all."

I was stunned, my mind reeling with shock and disbelief.

The range of emotions I experienced in that moment was overwhelming, and I struggled to keep my balance as I collapsed onto the couch.

As I sat on the couch, going through all the damage that this situation could do to me, I eventually drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the emotional turmoil.

Suddenly, a loud noise jolted me awake.

I could hear my mates yelling at each other outside, and as I peered through the window, I could see Caspian and Bellamy grappling with each other.

Bellamy was screaming at Caspian to stay away from his business, while Caspian appeared lost in thought, staring down at his hands.

Suddenly, Caspian lunged forward and punched Bellamy in the jaw.

I didn't dare get close to them after that.

Instead, I turned to the only person present there.

Wolvin was leaning his back against the tree, watching the two men fight as if it were a mere spectacle.

His hair was all let loose on his shoulders, and his muscles were more prominent and defined than I had ever seen before.

I couldn't help but stare at him in awe, taking in his rugged, chiselled features and powerful physique.

"Don't just stand there and do nothing!" I yelled, briskly approaching him.

The more I stepped closer, the more I realized how fucking godly this man was.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gazed into his piercing blue eyes, transfixed by his raw masculinity.

Me, being only 5 feet 7, looked like an ant in front of him.

He broke his stare from the two alphas and looked my way, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine with a sharp intensity.

"Wolvin! Stop them," I whispered urgently, unable to raise my voice as his powerful presence made me feel even smaller.

"Please!" I added, trying to sound sweet despite my growing anxiety.

For a few tense seconds, Wolvin stood silent and motionless, as if contemplating his next move.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he pushed his body straight and strode purposefully towards the two wolves.

The wind seemed to break and make noise as he walked, his broad shoulders and muscular physique commanding attention.

I followed closely behind him, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me.

As Wolvin adjusted himself between the two wolves and placed his hand on each of their chests, I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for him.

He was like a brick wall, strong and unyielding, standing between the two handsome men and diffusing their aggression.

"She is saying something," Wolvin whispered in his deep, commanding voice, pointing at me.

His eyes never left the two alphas, and his attention was fully focused on the task at hand.

I took a deep breath and straightened my posture, determined to make my presence known.

"What is going on here?" I asked, my voice firm and assertive.

As the two alphas turned to face me, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Despite my fear, I knew that I had to remain calm and in control if I wanted to diffuse the situation.

Bellamy yelled at the top of his lungs, "He used my phone to text someone some nonsense!"

I glared at Caspian, frustration written all over my face.

Why did he feel the need to pry into everyone's phones?

"Why not just tell her exactly who I texted?" Caspian responded with a forced smirk, raising his voice when questioned.

As Bellamy warned him through his eyes, Caspian did what he always did when challenged—he exposed Bellamy.

"I messaged his girlfriend, telling her he's already married to Princess Genevieve," Caspian announced, shattering my illusion that Bellamy wanted to be my mate to save the damsel in distress.

Little did I know, he had a whole girlfriend behind my back.