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My face was doused with makeup that I would never dream of affording.
One glimpse at the tubes I saw on the table in front of me and I knew it was worth me six times over.
The maids helped me to the bathroom so that I could be "cleansed" as Erisa said.
Yes, her name was Erisa, because I had heard the maids call her by that name.
"But I already had my bath," I protested.
Even though my bath was more than seven hours ago.
Erisa looked at me with reduced disgust, her disdained look had reduced in intensity after that threat by Callum.
"Look Om—young woman, it is important that you are very clean for my art to work on you," she explained in a very posh way that very wealthy high-born werewolves spoke.
The maids were more gentle in the bath than I had expected.
The treatment I was getting was more than I could have ever dreamed of.
It was as if one of my wildest dreams had come to reality.
Our roles were reversed, they were taking care of me, am Omega with no name or house.
They finished with the bath and wiped me off in an intense way with towels, almost as if they wanted to wipe off my cursed Omega rank.
The scariest thing was that unlike Erisa the make-up artist, the maids kept a smiling face as they worked.
I was left in front of a mirror, with my hair tied on top of my head.
Erisa walked in after two minutes with two giant boxes of what I presumed was makeup and with the maids and I swallowed hard.
She dropped the boxes and looked at me, popping her fingers as she stared at me with dark eyes that reflected no light.
"How about I wipe off that look of your face like the young lord Alpha said?" She asked me.
I grabbed the helms of my robe and sighed.
After an hour, in the care of Erisa and the five maids from hell.
I looked at myself from the mirror and I couldn't believe what stared back at me.
"I have never failed at my job, even when I have to make an Omega look highborn," Erisa said as she rested her arms on my shoulder.
Somehow, the sting in her voice had died down as she looked at my reflection as if I was another incredible artwork. Even I couldn't believe what I had turned out, it was far beyond my expectations.
I was indeed, beautiful.
My hair was wound up into a ponytail, with calculated strands left to dangle off at my temple.
My eyes feigned innocence, as though I had never signed a day in my life.
My skin, oh my skin.
It produced the sheen that wealthy people had, the sheen that could only be achievable when you ate and drank money, not the one you could get by buying makeup.
But somehow, Erisa had managed to pull it off.
I stood up and looked at my gown.
It was a strapless yellow gown that kissed the ground graciously even when I stood up.
It went well with my pale skin, and I did a little twirl with it.
"Thank you," I croaked at Erisa.
It was magnificent.
"Yeah yeah, I don't care," Erisa said as she closed her boxes. "At least I get to keep my job," she grunted.
It was then I remembered.
I remembered my fate. I remembered that it was too good to be true.
I remembered that it was the triplets I was going to see. Nothing good ever came out of it, it was a punishment or payback for what I had done to them.
I suddenly gasped for air, and I remembered that I wasn't breathing at all. I rested my hands on the small table in front of me and I stared at my reflection in front of the mirror. I steeled myself by looking at my face, convincing myself that I only had myself in the world and that I had to go through it like it was an important test in my life.
The door opened and I suddenly turned in its direction, shuddering at the sight of the guards.
Their intimidating aura wasn't as strong as the Alpha of the back, but it was enough for my heart to temporarily skip a beat.
All the resolve I had been accumulating went down the drain.
One of them scarred across the eyes but his eyes glared at me and I thought his eyes glowed green.
"The three masters demand that you appear before their glorious presence," he growled at me.
Cold sweat broke out across my body, but it was quickly whisked away by the efficient air conditioning system in the room. I clenched my fingers to reduce the shaking that was resonating throughout my body.
There was something about the way he said it that scared me. Somehow, I was more scared of the guards than them.
I slowly dragged my weight in between them and followed them to where I was summoned. I could feel the eyes of the second guard drilling into my back and I nearly shivered.
This was my first time having an encounter with the guards.
From the look of things, they were from high up, closer to the Alpha of the pack, the triplets' father.
I wanted to ask where we were going, but I didn't expect the guards to reply to me.
We were up in the main sector of the Mansion, the part I had never been to, where the Alpha and the highborn did their business.
I could already predict where we were going, but I doubted it and hoped that I was wrong.
The moment we passed the triplet's rooms and were heading straight for the main dining, my fear was confirmed.
We were going to meet the Alpha of the pack and the Luna. I very much knew it. The Luna and the Alpha were always present in the Mansion by this time, and the triplets had carefully planned for me to meet them.
I guessed they weren't kidding about me meeting their mother.
I grabbed the guard by the shoulder and I stopped, gasping for air. I was having a panic attack, one I hadn't had in a long time.
My vision became hazy as I looked to the floor.
"What is wrong?" The scarred guard glared at me.
He ignored the fact that a lady was panicking.
"Why don't you quit all this ruckus and get on with it!" I felt a heavy hand pat me on the back and I swear to God that it was more of a battering ram than a hand. My soul nearly fell out from his touch.
"Nothing you do will convince us to stop, you had better start moving," the guards threatened and brought out their sharp canine. I looked at them, paled and shocked at their words. It was enough to temporarily get me moving.
I found myself accepting my fate as we entered the large dining hall.
The dining hall was bigger than I had expected. The ceiling was nearly thirty meters away from the floor and it was spacious enough to half of the maid's quarters inside. The pack's emblem was nearly put in the four corners of the hall.
In the dead center, there was a large dining table and at the table, The Alpha Arthur, the Luna Rebecca Ryder, Max, and Callum were all seated with a million maids, standing at the sides, waiting to attend to their masters' demands.
And there was me, standing close to the table, looking at the ground with my soul nearly leaving my body.
As if on cue, Callum, Max, and Ryder stood up from their places at the table. I looked at them, and I swore their eyes gleamed at me as if I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Max and Ryder suddenly appeared at my side, holding my hands on both sides, with a loving look on their face. I was totally confused, and my cheeks felt sour, as I was shocked and embarrassed by their kind treatment.
Callum stood up and put his hands to my cheek and his mouth was left hung open, as if he was at a loss of words.
"You are—" Callum gasped.
"Beautiful," he finally said.
"You are the prettiest thing I have seen, the Sun stands second to you," Max squeezed my hands gently.
"Erisa did a nice job."
Ryder shocked me the most. I have never seen Ryder so awestruck before in my life, even at any other woman.
He scanned my whole body with his eyes and swallowed and his next words shocked me.
"How could someone be so pretty?" There were tears in his eyes as he spoke.
Jesus, I muttered.
What have I gotten myself into?
I suddenly looked at the table and I felt the Alpha's eyes on me. He never stood up as his eyes studied the scene before him. Luna Rebecca, the first time I saw her, and I saw where the boys got their eyes from. She was a very beautiful woman, even at that age.
Her eyes met with mine and she suddenly frowned at me. My breath quickened and Ryder saw my reaction and he looked back at the table.
"What is this? What is the meaning of this?" Rebecca demanded. Her eyes were very bitter.
I guess Erisa the artist wasn't able to wash away my Omega stench after all.
"Oh, mother, father this is our mate, the one we wanted to introduce to you," Ryder replied with a smile on his face.
His expression was gentle, he almost looked innocent.
Calum smirked. "And you are to shower her with the same love and affection as you do with us" There was this hint of sarcasm and I didn't quite understand what aspect he was playing at.
Rebecca shook her head several times and banged her hands on the table. The vibration shook across the dining hall. I watched as her lips bitterly formed words that I knew wouldn't be pretty to my ears.
"Over my dead body!" Rebecca thundered, banging her fist on the table.