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Blood gushed out of Orfilia's abdomen as she ran through the alleyways. Her hand tightly clasped on the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. The pain was excruciating, but she kept running, not wanting to slow down, fearing her pursuers were closing in on her.

As she ran, she could feel her blood soaking her clothes, her fingers slipping on the slippery warm liquid. The world around her started to spin, and her vision blurred. She staggered, her steps faltering as she tried to regain her balance, but the pain was too much. Her breaths were shallow, and her heart was beating fast, and she knew she was losing a lot of blood.

The sound of her frantic footsteps echoing loudly against the brick walls. She could hear the heavy thud of footsteps behind her, getting closer with each passing second. The sound of their boots hitting the ground in unison was a steady rhythm that sent chills down her spine.

Their voices filled with a mix of anger and frustration. Their words were muffled, but she could make out enough to understand that they were closing in on her. She could feel her legs giving out, but she pushed herself to keep going,

Orfilia's head spun, and she could feel the world around her start to blur. She fought to keep her eyes open, but they grew heavy, and she stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. The blood was trickling down her side, warm and sticky against her skin. An unbearable Pain that made each step feel like an eternity.

She stumbled over a pile of garbage, and her knees buckled; struggled to stay on her feet, her heart racing, and her head spinning. She could feel herself losing consciousness, and she knew that if she didn't find help soon, she would die.

She tried to focus on the sound of her own heartbeat, hoping it would keep her grounded, but even that became fainter and fainter as she struggled to stay conscious.

Just when she thought she couldn't go any further, she saw a vehicle with its door open. Without hesitation, she made a beeline for it, hoping to find refuge. As she reached the car, her legs gave out, and she collapsed into the arms of someone standing nearby.

Orfilia's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself being held by a pair of strong, muscular arms. She could feel the warmth of the person's body as they pulled her close, and a soothing scent filled her nostrils, calming her frazzled nerves.

As she tried to focus on the person's face, she saw a group of people and heard growling sounds around her. Her mind was foggy, and she couldn't make sense of what was happening. The last thing she remembered before succumbing to unconsciousness was the feeling of safety that enveloped her in the stranger's embrace.

*****

Consciousness slowly returned and her eyes began to flutter open. At first, everything was a blur, but as she blinked a few times, the room slowly came into focus. The bright lights overhead were painful to look at, and she squinted as she tried to get her bearings.

Her gaze immediately falling onto the unfamiliar ceiling. Her mind was still hazy and her body felt weak, but she forced herself to take in her surroundings.

When she tried to move, she realized that she was lying on a soft and comfortable bed.

Her head throbbed with pain, and she groaned softly as she tried to sit up. She brought a hand up to her forehead, feeling a dull ache there. She looked around the unfamiliar room, confused and disoriented.

The room was luxurious, with expensive-looking furniture and intricate designs on the walls. She observed the room in detail, taking in the large bed she was lying on, the grand chandelier above her, and the elegant curtains that covered the large windows. As she shifted her gaze around the room, she noticed a dresser, a nightstand, and a few other pieces of furniture. Everything looked pristine, like it had been untouched for ages.

Orfilia slowly turned her head to the side, observing the rest of the room. She saw a closet, a door that seemed to lead to a bathroom, and a large painting on the wall opposite her.

She groaned, steadying herself to get off the bed, but her legs felt weak and unsteady, causing her to stumble forward. She tried to grab onto something for support, but there was nothing within reach. With her heart racing, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact of a fall. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen next.

Falling forward, she was surprised when someone caught her, preventing her from hitting the ground. She opened her eyes to see the three men in front of her, watching her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Orfilia felt her face flush with embarrassment at her clumsiness, and she quickly tried to stand on her own two feet, but her legs buckled under her weight. She realized that she was too weak to stand, and she reluctantly allowed one of them to guide her back to the bed.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”

“I need to get out of here," she concluded, standing up abruptly and remembering the pain in her abdomen. She wanted to leave nonetheless.

"That's enough, young lady. Sit—down,” Lucien spoke for the first time, sternly.

Orfilia was taken aback by his tone, and she found herself nodding her head almost immediately as she slowly made her way back to the bed. Lucien's commanding tone made her feel a little uneasy, but she couldn't deny the fact that it was effective.

Lucien stood up from his chair and walked towards her, she backed away consciously, her eyes not leaving his.

"You're safe," he started.

"We won't hurt you. But you need to calm yourself down and listen to what we have to say first. Don't you think?"

Orfilia's heart raced as she stared at all three men.

"I'm Lucien Fuller," he says firmly. "And these are my brothers Liam and Lucas."

He gestured towards his brothers who stand up to flank him, their expressions still.

Orfilia's eyes widened in surprise.

"The—the Fuller brothers?" she screeched, her voice shaking with disbelief.

She remembered hearing about the Fuller brothers, triplets who were notorious for being powerful werewolves with a strong pack. They were rumored to be ruthless and merciless, feared by humans and supernatural beings alike. The memory brought a sense of dread to Orfilia, realizing the dangerous situation she had found herself in.

"You mean, the werewolf triplets?"

Now that she realized this, she noticed the striking resemblance between all three of them.

Lucien was the tallest of the three brothers, with a lean and muscular build. He had a sharp jawline and deep brown eyes that seemed to bore into one's soul. His wavy blond hair was styled in a neat and sophisticated manner, framing his handsome face perfectly. Lucien's serious and authoritative demeanor commanded attention and respect, but his dry sense of humor and occasional smirk hinted at a more playful side.

Liam was a tall and well-built man with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. He had wavy blond hair that reached his shoulders and piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. His face was ruggedly handsome, with a small scar above his left eyebrow adding to his allure.

Lucas was a little taller than Liam and muscular man with a sharp jawline and piercing black eyes. He had short, messy blond hair that he often ran his fingers through, giving him a devil-may-care appearance. His face was just as handsome as his brothers', with a slightly more mischievous expression.

Lucien nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"That's right," he said, his voice low and rumbling.

Orfilia's expression changed from one of shock and fear to one of intense hatred as Lucian confirmed that they were indeed the werewolf triplets. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line as she glared at them with contempt.

The thought of being in the same room with three werewolves made her feel sick to her stomach.

She took a shift back on the bed, her posture tense and ready to flee if necessary.

Her anger seemed to be fueled by her fear, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted that they would dare bring her to their home.

"Seems like it's going to be a tough sell to get her to agree to our deal," Lucas commented, his tone light and teasing.

Orfilia's eyes narrowed with confusion at Lucas' comment, unsure of what he was referring to. She looked from Lucas to Liam to Lucien, searching their faces for some kind of explanation. Her heart was beating rapidly.

She couldn't comprehend what he meant by "their deal".

Stammering, she asked, "What are you talking about?"

Lucas sighed and looked at Liam and Lucien before turning his gaze back to Orfilia.

“Look here, we know this may come as a surprise to you, but we have a proposal for you. We want you to marry us," he explained.

As the words left Liam's mouth, Orfilia's eyes widened with shock and disbelief. Her mind raced as she tried to process the absurdity of the situation.

When she finally found her voice, it came out as a stammer as she asked, "M-m-marry you?"

Her mouth shook with incredulity as she struggled to comprehend what was happening.