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She breathed in deeply as she watched them stride to the King. Fiona didn't miss how the King straightened up.

She wasn't supposed to look at them but she wanted to see the faces of her soon-to-be assassins.

"Father," one of them snickered coldly. His eyes were bloodshot and the way he swayed slightly looked as if he was drunk or perhaps he just came straight out of the bed.

"You called for us?" He asked again, looking bored and annoyed for being there. 

He has blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. And in no way she would ever consider him to be the Prince if not for him calling the king as a father.

Noticing a piercing gaze on her, subconsciously her eyes fell on the man beside the blond guy.

Her breath hitched when her gaze clashed with the swirling spheres of amber hues. The man looked a lot like the king.

He was a few inches taller than the blond guy. A chill of gripping terror seized her heart as she maintained his fierce gaze. There was a sacred sinister aura in his eyes. 

She felt disturbingly intimidated by that man's gaze. There was this immense powerful aura buzzing around him. It almost made her shoulder shrink in submission and fear. Not being able to maintain that menacing gaze, she lowered her eyes.

When she was sure he was facing the King, her eyes roamed over his appearance. He was wearing black slacks, and a crisp white button-down shirt with two of the front buttons open giving an eye-catching view of his sturdy chest. She noticed the hint of a tattoo peeking through. It was obvious as the daylight, he was built through and through as the shirt clung to his defined muscles.

Her eyes trailed up, he had tan skin, a very contrast to the pale blond. He was donning an undercut, the jet-black hair made his smoldering amber eyes stand out. He has sharp features, light stubble that gave him a rugged look, his razor-sharp jawline, and that Adam apple made her heart beat faster.

Why do monsters have to be so handsome? He may be good looking but the terrifying chills she got from his single gaze had her toes curling in dread.

"Father?" The man said calmly and her heart jostled hearing that deep timbre that sent tingles down her spine.

Being handsome was one thing. But his deep voice with that unfamiliar thick accent had shivers running down her body.

She hoped that she didn't have to face this man much in the near future. Because under this sophisticated handsome facade there was something ominous looming behind. It was terrifying.

"I didn't want to disturb you both at this time of the night, but the matter is important." The King said in a dense authoritative tone which startled Fiona because this wasn't his tone with her in the car.

"I bought something for you both," the King said. 

Both the vicious men glanced at the leash in their father's hand and then at the girl standing beside him.

"A pet," The King announced and they stared at their father dumbfounded.

"I don't need a pet, father," the black-haired guy said in that deep velvety tone.

Oddly, she wanted to hear him talk more. What was she even thinking? Never in her life had she been attracted to someone's voice like this before.

"It's not just a pet," The King mused.

"What is it then? You know how much we hate humans!" The blond guy said rather coldly, glaring at his father.

"This girl here is a trial for you both," The King proclaimed.

"Let's drop the riddles, father." The Black haired guy said in a low tone as if he was threatening his father, his sharp eyes held a calm savagery in them.

"Draco, my son." The King gushed with the proudest smile while looking at the black-haired guy.

"If you kill this woman here, you'll lose the throne." The King dropped the news on them.

Draco clenched his jaw and she swore she saw his eyes burning in rage but it was gone as soon as it came as he schooled his expression. He seemed to get it quicker than the blond guy.

If the King would be kind enough to let her choose between his sons as her killer, she would choose the blond guy without a second thought.

"What?" The other guy snarled.

"What the f*ck you mean, father?" The blond gritted.

"Dexter," The king said calmly.

"This girl is your pet. She'll serve both of you. And whoever ends up killing her first would lose the throne," The King said sternly as he let her leash go and faced her.

"Go to them," The King said looking at Fiona as she stiffened feeling three sets of intimidating eyes fixed on her.

She wanted to move. She wanted to oblige but it wasn't in her. She was never like this. Being able to breathe in the presence of three Lycans was soul-draining enough.

She didn't move. The girl stood in her place like a stoic robot.

"What the f*ck are you waiting for, bitch? Come here!" Dexter growled.

Fiona inhaled deeply before she walked up to him and stood at a little distance which caused Dexter to step closer to her. He looked her up and down before scoffing as he flipped her hair. Noticing a piercing gaze on her she looked to her right to find Draco scrutinizing her.

Then all of a sudden Dexter grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her closer. Panic kicked in and in her fight-and-flight mode she abruptly tried to hit him where the sun didn't shine but he caught her knee with his hand and his eyes widened.

"You bitch!" He snarled.

Her heart dropped into the depth of darkness. 

"Ah, I forgot to tell you. She's a bit feisty." The King mused and the very next second she felt a sharp sting on her cheek and her head jerked to the side with such force that she fell because of the impact and her head throbbed. 

She lost her hearing for a few seconds as her ears rang. She blinked a couple of times shaking her head as slowly her senses came back. Tears burned the back of her eyes as pain shot through her face but she bore it. Still, she couldn’t control the innocent quivering of her chin.

Fiona looked up to find Dexter ready to backhand her again when the King's voice stopped him.

"Stop. At this rate, you'll hand the throne to your brother," King said sternly and Dexter paused.

Turning around to glance at his father and his brother in annoyance he glared back at the girl before walking out of the hall in rage.

Fiona could feel the blood in her mouth. Patrick has hit her millions of times but his slap couldn't compare a tiny bit to this lycan's power. They could simply kill her with merely two to three slaps.

Draco walked over to her and she stiffened looking up at him.

Her emerald eyes clashed with his dark amber pools.