THREE

JASMINE’s POV

“Do you know your purpose here?” Nathan asked, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

I gulped, trying to find my voice.

“I... I was brought here because of a deal my father made with your pack,” I stammered.

Zachary leaned in closer, his dark eyes piercing into mine.

“You are here for one reason only,” he murmured, “to serve us.”

“You see, Jasmine,” Ryan began, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, “we Lycan Kings have needs, desires that you must meet.”

My heart raced, and I stared at them in fear and disbelief.

“I thought mates were meant to be cherished, loved,” I whispered, recalling the stories my mother told me of true mates.

Nathan chuckled darkly, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.

“That’s where you’re mistaken,” he said, his voice chillingly calm.

“You have the blood of a weak alpha running inside you. Did you think we would accept you as our mate? You are here to fulfill a purpose as our slave. Nothing more.” He explained.

I had always anticipated the moment when I found my mate, eagerly waiting for him. What I had not imagined was that I would have three mates, and none would find me worthy.

My eyes filled with tears as the reality of my new fate dawned on me. Sold off by my father, and now trapped in a place where I was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded.

“You should be available to us at all times,” Ryan ordered.

“I won’t be used by you,” I spat angrily.

The three brothers exchanged amused glances.

“Do you believe you have a choice here? You don’t,” Zachary whispered harshly.

“The moment your father placed his signature on that contract, your entire being now belongs to us.”

“Leave,” Ryan ordered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly scramble to my feet and run out of their office. I exhaled deeply as soon as I was out of their presence.

“Follow me, darling,” I heard a feminine voice say.

I looked up to see a middle-aged woman who looked to be a maid here. Seems like she had been waiting for me to come out. Without a word, I started following her. It’s not like she was going to kidnap me and put me in a worse situation than I was already in.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.

“The slave quarters,” she replied.

“What?” I gasped in shock. They had entire quarters reserved for slaves?? What sort of sick place was I in?

She didn't reply and continued leading me to my supposed quarters. She looked a bit robotic in her actions, like she was thoroughly trained to perform her duties.

She pushed open a set of double doors, which led to what looked like a sitting room. What stood out to me were the ladies present who were half-naked. There were about fifteen women here, all dressed in really skimpy clothes.

“Girls, this is Jasmine, our new addition. She’s a private slave reserved for the Lycan kings only,” the middle-aged woman announced.

Some of the women gasped, while some glared at me in anger. Wait, what did I do wrong now?

“Yuri?” The woman called out, and a slim lady with blonde hair stepped out. She looked friendly.

“Jasmine would be your roommate, so kindly show her around,” she said.

“Okay, Ms” Yuri replied and stretched out her hand for me to take.

She was the first friendly face here, so I felt like I could relax a bit. I accepted her hand, and she led me through a hallway into a bedroom with two small beds and a pile of clothes lying around.

“Sorry for the mess; I had no idea I would be getting a roommate today,” Yuri apologized sheepishly.

“Um, it's fine,” I replied.

“Come sit down. I bet you have a lot of questions piled up in that pretty head of yours,” she said, giggling softly.

“Yeah, I do,” I replied, a small smile forming on my face.

She had so much positive energy it felt like it was lifting my spirit, too.

“So ask away, what do you want to know?” She asked as soon as we settled on our respective beds.

“Are you all slaves too? Why aren’t you sad or trying to escape?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, we are. I guess we get used to it, and it’s not like we have any chance of escaping,” she replied.

“Also, I don’t want to escape anyways. Life before this wasn’t any better either. And besides, the men are fucking hot, and the sex is great!” She giggled.

I stared at her, horrified and unable to process what she said.

“Okay, listen. Since you’re my roommate, it’s my job to explain how things work here.” She started.

I just nodded for her to continue.

“So I’m an exclusive slave of the pack's beta, Ethan. One man exclusively owns some of the slaves. Example: me and you. While few others are free to use by any high-ranking men,” she said, pausing to catch her breath.

“Every slave was either bought or captured from a weak pack that was defeated. Their ranks were based on how pretty the women were,” she explained.

“Wow…” I muttered, still in shock.

“And you, my darling, are very pretty. Gosh, your ginger hair is gorgeous! Just a quick warning: some girls are already jealous of you since you’re under the most wanted and admired Kings.”

“The last slave of the lycan kings, Ann, was trashed because she had too many scars, and the kings despised any damage on what’s theirs. And by the way, she got those scars from the other girl’s secretly bullying her.” Yuri whispered as if afraid of the other girls overhearing her.

Wow! So not only was I unlucky to be enslaved, I now had a target behind my back.

Just great!