Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-34. Dared to dream

[Xanthea]

The next day, by the evening, Mavka had packed my stuff, and it was already sent to the Aile castle.

"I thought I'll be prepared for the night in the castle," I said as Mavka and other maids helped me wear the black lace garter belt lingerie.

Mavka merely glanced at me before getting on her knees to fix the garter belt with my sheer black stockings.

This time, instead of a dress, they made me wear a black miniskirt with a white crop top and a white denim jacket. Mavka helped me put on the white sneakers while one maid styled my hair in a high ponytail. I knew what I wore was decided by the triplets.

But I liked this look. I always wished to dress up like this, but...

I clenched my fist as a shudder ran down my spine.

I shut my eyes, trying hard not to remember all the times Nikolai hit me because he didn't like the way I dressed.

'If you want to look like a slut, wear those revealing dresses in a whorehouse, not in my palace. Do it when you are thrown out of our family. But as long as you are in the palace, you will dress as I want you to...' Nikolai's words rang in my head and I quickly shoved them away.

Growing up in the palace, I always wore the dresses Nikolai and luna Meesa allowed me to wear. Baggy clothes that covered my body. That changed a little when I moved out, but even then I never had the courage to wear what I wanted. I was always paranoid about being watched. Plus, such clothes weren't appropriate or safe to wear, given where I lived.

Even today, when I was in a completely different realm than theirs, when I didn't even know if they were dead or alive, I was still not sure if I should like the way I look.

Maybe that was why I never cared what the triplets made me wear. I was used to being treated like a doll.

Today, my outfit seemed to have been highly influenced by Raven. Especially when the hairstyle and the dress didn't just reveal, but highlight the hickey on my neck.

'Have a great time explaining this to Asher tomorrow.'

I bit my lower lips when Raven's words repeated in my head.

An uncanny nervousness drifted in my chest. With Ezra and Raven, I knew I had to prepare myself for the worse, but with Asher...

I didn't know what to expect.

I kept wondering what Asher would say or how he would react. There was something I feared more than his reaction. Something I had tamed my thoughts to not ponder over, yet they kept revisiting it - my expectations.

I don't know what, but I expected something from Asher from the moment our eyes met on the altar.

I had never had expectations from others and even if I did, I always expected something bad, but from Asher... I expected something... something that... wasn't bad.

And that's what scared me the most.

"You are ready, your highness." Mavka's voice brought me back to reality.

Even though I loved my outfit, it looked completely out of place on my body. I skimmed my eyes from my reflection in the mirror to Mavka.

"I still have some time until the car arrives, right? Can I visit the High lady once?" I asked.

actually... your highness. A car won't come to pick

are coming

the deep voice, I turned towards the

as I took

was dressed in a casual dark gray shirt that hugged his chiseled muscles and black jeans. He completed the attire with a black jacket, which

shoulders, I could see the silvery dog tag pendant resting over

My eyes fell on his wristwatch and rings on his finger that gallantly enhanced his

alpha suits or scrubs, but this was the first time I had seen him in casuals. And for some

flutter built in my chest, and I quickly averted

"Everyone out," he commanded.

they walked out of

I fidgeted under his scrutiny as his eyes raked

There wasn't an inch of my skin that he hadn't already seen, touched and claimed. But I instinctively pulled the hem of my miniskirt, trying to hide my

dropped

thing a princess must wear at all times with all her dresses?" He asked, brushing his fingers over mine. My grip over

off the creases of my skirt, he looked into my eyes again. When I didn't reply

answer to such a simple question wasn't written in your mother's diary or those books you read? Not all answers can be found in books, after all. Isn't it, princess? But then again, you were never treated like a princess

my

He chuckled.

him, feeling my face burn with

something different about his laughter. Maybe

have never imagined Raven laughing so warmly

in the room before fading away as he

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princess or royalty. Every woman can wear a bra. But something that differentiates a royalty from common people is confidence. Even a rug worn with confidence becomes a style statement for society. Confidence, omega. That's what makes the actual difference, and that's what makes you stand out in an outstanding

"But how will an omega understand that? The thing that you lack

tightened my grip around my fingers, lowering my gaze at

his tongue, letting

grabbed my shoulders and straightened my spine. Correcting my posture, he

life is me, little omega. And as long as I am not in the mood to murder you,

my chin and turned me around, making me look at myself in

the way I stand could make such a huge difference in my perspective and perception of myself. "Confidence mostly comes from posture and how you carry yourself. You'll learn with time." His hands

within me as I peered at

"Umm. A-alpha..."

"Hmm?"

my best to maintain eye-contact with him through the

the High

smiled, wearing a sharp smirk in

"No."

wanted to see her

As far as I know, 'your' sight needs some healing..." Turning

I gaped at the case and then at

"Take it..." he commanded.