Orphaned Queen Goddess

Celine POV

16th Birthday

My mother drags me, and I try to keep up but fail.

"Mum!" I cry and try to pull free.

"Hurry up, Celine!" She growls, and her hand shifts into a paw.

"I don't have a wolf!" I cry and try to be quicker and keep up, but I fail and fall. She growls and drags me up from the floor. I'm not sure why she hates me right now. She knows I have no wolf, so moving as quickly as her is impossible.

We reach the door, and it opens. The man peers at me momentarily before pulling my mother into a hug.

"I missed you," he whispers and kisses her. "Come in. We will introduce her to the boys," he says before stepping back and giving us space to enter. My mother drags me forward, and I almost fall, using my hand to steady myself.

"Celine, I'm Richard." The man shakes my hand, and I get flashes of images of him and my mother together in bed. I try to pull away, disturbed by what he is thinking.

"Hi," I whisper, finally freeing my hand from his grip.

"These are my sons. Wes, Dolton, and Alex." He steps to the side and walks off with my mother. The sons peer across my body. I watch their eyes flash between colours as they step closer—Lycan's.

I step back, but they keep advancing toward me.

"Celine, I'm Wes," one of the brothers says. He pulls me into a hug, and I hear him take a deep breath. His wolf growls, and images of him claiming and marking me flash into my mind. I pull against his grip, and he releases me.

I have no time to unwind or return to earth before Dolton wraps his arms around me. My body stills, and images flash through my mind of his hands roaming my body. Slowly peeling away the clothes I have on to reveal my body beneath.

Pushing away from him, I break free of his hold. That is his thoughts. He's thinking of stripping me. I feel anxious as Alex steps forward. I want to say no, but it's too late.

His arms wrap around me. "Welcome, little sis," his breath washes over my neck. Images of me gagged and naked beneath him push into my mind. I tremble and break free of his hold. That can't happen.

I move back more, and they look at me.

"You feel it?" Wes looks at them, and they nod.

"I can," Dolton says as he walks behind me. Now, they all corner me. My mouth opens and closes again. "There's so much because of who she is, but I can still feel the bond.

"We share her," Alex states and steps closer.

"You will not!" I shout, feeling myself panicking.

"She's our mate," Wes inches closer. Mate? No, that's not possible. Why are they speaking like I don't exist?

"Father won't be happy about that or allow it. It's not what she's here for," Dolton replies but smiles in a way that says he doesn't care about what his father will think.

"Then we don't let him find out. She would make a great Luna if only she was destined to be that," Alex says.

"She's here to serve us, to be kept restrained and hidden," Wes explains, and my body goes cold.

Did he just say that I'm here to serve them and be restrained? "I'm what?" I stagger back away from them. They laugh slightly and walk towards me until my back hits against the wall. He's wrong. I'm not here to serve and be hidden. Why would I be?

"Look back, baby. You didn't go to school, you had no friends, you were kept inside." Alex explains, and now I consider it. He's right. I've been hidden my entire life. Why, though?

"Her smell...Could you imagine the power and how much more addictive she would be if she was released from the ties that hold her down?" Wes mutters.

"Boys," their father appears, and I want him to say something that proves they are lying about me. Richard glances between us.

"Do as you want with it. Just remember the rules, remember why this one is different and be careful. The mask can't slip," he glances from them to me before walking away.

"Okay, let's not scare her on day one," Wes laughs. "This way, I'll show you to your room." He walks out, and I follow him, but I hear Alex and Dolton following. I'm here to serve. How is that even right? I'm not here to serve them, but they are right. I've been hidden, kept inside. My mother said it was to keep me safe, but how much of that is a lie? Surely, she didn't hide me from everyone for this long, my entire life. Sixteen years.

Wes stops at the door, and I watch him walk into the room. I follow him, and he turns to look at me. My eyes take in the room—that's the bed from the vision. I want to ask to sleep somewhere else, so it might alter the future.

"Someone will come give you a schedule and the rules you have. For your own safety, you can't leave the grounds. It's not safe for you," Dolton steps closer.

"We will let you get settled and come by in a few days to see you," Alex says, and they walk out. My body falls to the floor. I'm so confused. They said I was their mate, but their father wouldn't allow it. They said that I'm different. How am I different?

I've not told anyone about the visions, so how can they know I'm different? This entire thing is confusing, and my mother doesn't help much. If I try and speak to her about issues I have or face, she just brushes them off. How can I be the mate to three brothers? What does that even mean anyway?

Celine POV

21 YEARS old

The past week has been a blur of exhaustion, a haze of moments where the brothers barely left me alone. My body aches, my spirit even more so. When I first arrived here, I had my mother. She was my anchor, my only sense of familiarity in this oppressive house. But then, she died.

Richard kept me after her death, claiming me like an object to be passed down. I stayed, not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. I became their slave in every way that mattered. The brothers—my so-called mates. That word feels hollow, a cruel irony. Mates are supposed to be equal partners. But here, it meant ownership and control.

On my eighteenth birthday, everything changed. Each of them used my body that night, taking turns, marking me in ways I didn’t understand but couldn’t stop. It wasn’t a one-time event. It became a routine, their presence in my room as predictable as the sunrise. Some night