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“They’ll hurt her,” I tell him. “What if she’s already pregnant and they hurt her?”

“Then you will be to blame for putting her in this situation.”

When I look back, it’s Maximus who’s holding Summer to the floor. She’s on all fours, and as he impales her, she cries out.His hands grope her breasts, and that same animalistic growl escapes him. The other three warriors close in on him, all fisting their erections in a disgusting display of perverse behaviour. Zeus kneels before Summer, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth to his erection. She shakes her head until she’s so close, she has no choice, and he pushes himself into her mouth, choking her.

Maximus roars loudly, jerking a few times before stilling. His chest heaves as he pulls from her and backs away for Abraham to take his place. She’s crying so hard, Zeus stops what he’s doing and moves to stand in line behind Abraham, who by now has also finished. Wrath fists himself. His body is larger than the rest, and I see why my father paid a lot of money for him. His muscles bunch as his huge erection glistens, and then he comes apart, throwing his head back and roaring, releasing streams of cum onto the floor.

The guards rush in, and he’s slammed to the floor. They’re yelling, angry he didn’t do that inside my sister. Two cattle prods are pressed to his side, and he stiffens, his eyes widening as he stares up at the ceiling. I watch as he’s chained up again, his hands bound together, and I’m grateful for the distraction from my sister.

My eyes travel back to where Summer is curled up on the floor, her knees to her chest, sobbing quietly.

“Are you happy now?” Father hisses in my ear. “You did this.”

“It didn’t have to be this way,” I whisper, watching as the warriors are led away. My father opens the door that leads back to his office, shoving me through it. The door Summer went through is open, and I rush to it, running into the room where Summer is still crying. I drop to my knees and gently touch her arm. She jumps in fright, crying out. “It’s me,” I whisper. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

Her eyes reach mine as she pushes to sit. “This is all your fault,” she whispers.

“Summer, I’m so sorry,” I cry. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Well, it did,” she screams, standing. She looks down at the wetness between her legs, and I stare in horror at the blood there too. “Never speak to me again.” She runs towards Father’s office, where he’s waiting in the doorway, watching our exchange with a smirk.

I stare in disbelief as he wraps his jacket around her, pulling her against his chest and soothing her with soft words of comfort.

CHAPTER THREE

WYNTER

It’s been two days since the incident in the caves. Two days of being ignored. Two days of listening to Summer cry herself to sleep at night, refusing to let me comfort her in any way.

I’m preparing lunch when my father breezes in. Behind him is a slender woman with a pale complexion. She’s much younger than him, possibly early twenties. “There’s an extra guest for lunch,” he tells me, leading her through to the dining room.

Minutes later, I carry the salad bowl through and notice my father standing extremely close to the woman. Her head is bowed, and he’s whispering in her ear. I place the bowl on the table, and he steps back from her, pulling out a seat beside him so she can sit down. My mother enters the room and pauses, looking mildly confused at the stranger sitting in her seat, but she doesn’t cause a fuss and instead takes the seat on the other side of my father. I go back into the kitchen to grab a tray of sandwiches, and when I return to the dining room, Summer is also seated. I place the tray down and take my own seat, leaving a space between Summer and me.

Father is the first to take a sandwich, like always. He then offers the tray to the woman before placing it back on the table. Mother frowns slightly but helps herself. I want to scream ather for not asking the obvious question.Who the fuck is this woman?Instead, I watch as everyone eats, unable to touch anything until my father tells me I can.

Once they’re finished, I eye the few sandwiches left, and my stomach growls in hunger. “From now on, Annastasia will join us for every meal,” Father announces. “You will all treat her with kindness.” My stomach growls louder. “Wynter, please inform our suppliers and adjust the groceries accordingly. Annastasia will eat extra green vegetables and meat, as she is with child.”

We all look up, our eyes darting between the pair. “Anthony,” Mother says gently, “I don’t understand.”

“She will also be joining me in bed. You will now sleep in the next room.”

“She’s havingyourchild?” Mother whispers.

“Twins,” he says proudly. “The doctor confirmed the pregnancy just this morning.”

“Only women who have carried a warrior’s child are worthy of having a founding family’s child,” my mother replies.

“I do not have to justify my choice to you,” he says firmly, pushing to stand.

My mother does the same. “I’ve been loyal,” she spits, and I wince at her tone. “I have given you a daughter.”

“And a rebellious, disrespectful wench,” he snaps, looking at me. “But for me to remain at the top, I need a bigger family. You’re not up to the job, probably God’s punishment for the way Wynter has behaved.” All eyes turn to me, and I shrivel down slightly. “Annastasia will take your place beside me.”

“And what will be my role?” she asks.

“The same as it always was, to please me. I will call upon you when I require your services.”

“I am not a common whore,” she screams.

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