Page 36 of Claimed By the Billionaires

She was going to be okay.

She nibbled on some cheese until Millie informed her that the masters wanted to eat everything on the tray because she hadn’t eaten the whole day. Millie was adamant about following their instructions, leaving Winter no choice but to consume everything on the tray.

After directing Winter to the shower, Millie helped towel dry her hair and wipe down her arms.

She was given a thick silk gown to wear with nothing underneath. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun, not a strand of hair out of place.

Her heart hurtling out of her chest, Winter caught quick glimpses of the house they were in, and again, a bolt of sadness engulfed her.

But she also absorbed its dark, strong beauty. There was something about it that appealed to her in a way she couldn’t describe. Winter wasn’t even afraid of the shadows in the corners of the old house, which was ironic considering what would happen to her next.

She was led into a vast room by a red door, and immediately, her gaze soaked up their presence as if she lived only for them.

She hadn’t seen them since they took her virginity the day before.

Her gaze flickered over the three men, the Masters of Pegasus, each of them seated casually in three chairs that resembled iron thrones.

But there was something different about the aura, the furniture, and everything else about the room and the house as a whole that didn’t match the Pegasus aesthetic.

But all her thoughts halted to a stop as she soaked in the sights of the three men who owned the world.

Even in the dimness of the room, she knew that Aston’s gray eyes would be stormy and dark with danger and quiet violence.

Konner’s brown eyes would be shimmering with light, but visible in the depths were layers of lethality that he hid so well.

She could drown in Houston’s dark blue gaze, and he’d let her wade through his charm to the other side of him, the side of him that was as dangerous as Aston and Konnor.

And yet they’d had the patience to sit through her getting her hair done and getting a tattoo—intuitively, the phoenix on the inside of her wrist throbbed. They created prom night for her, but not because they owed her anything.

Her heart lurched, yet a quiet serenity took over her body.

She loved them.

She probably fell in love with them from the first moment she searched for images of them online. She may have stood in awe when she saw them for the first time, but her heart was being sealed with them inside it.

And she loved them now. Wholly. Unconditionally.

She gasped, and they turned their attention to her, forcing her to look down.

She loved them.

Aston.

Konnor.

Houston.

And she didn’t know what to do about it except that they could never know about it. Chosen virgins were not supposed to fall in love with the rulers or masters. She wasn’t Piper or Sutton. Fairytale happy endings were not in her book.

She was just an ordinary girl who’d done the silliest of things by falling in love with three men who were completely out of her league.

Her role was to bear their offspring. Nothing more.

But she also fell in love with them despite knowing they hated her and her family for reasons she might never know.

She sucked up her chaotic emotions as Millie and Louise directed her to a raised stage. Rose petals littered the floor around the stage. She couldn’t help but notice the chains and restraints on the ceiling and floor.

She climbed onto the raised platform. Millie and Louise wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, then restrained her to the chains on the floor and the ones hanging from the ceiling.

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