16. Beauty Standards

16. Beauty Standards
Her POV

“This is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my entire life! Wait, you truly have two?” I gasped and shook my head, but my gaze remained on his thick phalluses.

So of course I was drooling. My eyes staring wide, continuously expanding like they were going to roll out of the sockets.

He was smirking. I could tell without looking up. I could feel his daunting look piercing through from the top of my head.

However, my gaze remained stuck on his wonkers like glue.

My girlfriend and I had experimented with 7 inches in the past, but it didn’t come close to what I was looking at.

And now I was expected to take in two of these?

It was at that moment that I, for the first time, considered whether life was worth living at all.

“Hmm, hmm,” he cleared his throat and took a step closer.

His two dicks—yes, two—jiggled and bounced with his movement.

My throat tightened and I took two steps back, only to fall onto the bed.

Perfect. Just perfect.

“I…” I gulped and raised my head to meet his face. He licked his lips and sneered at me just in time for my stomach to growl.

“You look very much motivated now,” he said as he tucked them back into his outfit.

His thick caramel dicks were now out of sight, but I don’t think they could ever be out of mind.

“You are hungry, but you shouldn’t be in a hurry. The maids will bring you some real food first,” he said as he finished adjusting his cloth.

My cheeks reddened at his implication.

“I wasn’t hungry for that,” I protested but had no proof, given the ‘oh so perfect’ timing.

“Sure, anything you say. You know what to do. So make sure you eat all the dinner brought to you and remain in this room.”

“What if I need to go out for fresh air?"

“This room is large enough to fit a modern human house. You don’t need any more space for air.” His tone left no space for arguments, but I couldn’t give in just like that.

“Your presence in this realm is meant to be a secret, so if you run into the wrong people, you might as well kiss your existence goodbye,” he said as he pointed his thumb towards his throat and made a slicing gesture.

Kylanor had said the same thing, but hearing it from Ashton cemented it in my heart.

I was a secret, and if exposed, I could lose my life.

But what type of secret could the so-called Alpha Beast himself not protect?

I frowned at his animated gesture. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

He straightened up and retorted, “Yes, if your life is a joke to you.”

Why did he always have to take the last words? Kylanor did that too, albeit subtly.

He paused with his hand on the knob and this time, I didn’t try to say anything or breathe loudly in case he turned around with something I didn’t want to see.

Just when I’m about to exhale and relax into the bed, he turned around.

Perfect.

“Your food will be brought to you soon. Be sure to eat it all,” he said and, without waiting for a reply, turned around and left.

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded and mumbled to myself as I remembered what had happened the last time I was fed.
I just hope Mara and Zara didn’t get punished too hard.

Soon after, I hear a knock on my door before it is pushed open.

My room is immediately filled with the scent of oils and food.

The woody cologne that belonged to Ashton got mixed up until all I could perceive was the food on the trays.

“We brought you dinner.” It’s a different set of maids this time.

Both look-alikes and, once again, sexy as fuck.

At this point, I was starting to wonder if all monster beasts came in pairs, and I would have asked if my stomach didn’t choose that exact same moment to grumble.

For a second, we all paused to find the source of the sound. I froze in place from embarrassment, but when it sounded again, they both resumed setting the table like it was nothing.

I also went with the flow, seeing that there was no place to hide.

“We’ll wait by the door until you’ve finished eating,” they said and walked towards the door.

“Thank you,” I took my seat and then the sight of the food before me.

It was a banquet, except there was only me at the table.

Knowing from experience that any form of refusal could get them in trouble didn’t help.

I could only start to eat in silence and hope that I can truly stomach it.

Or I thought it would be in silence, awkward or not, until the whispering started.

They were quite a distance from me and they tried their very best to hush their tones.

But really, how silent could such huge beings be?

It was almost impossible to ignore them, seeing how I was the topic of their conversation, but I did anyway.

I continued to stuff myself with food and the logic that maybe, just maybe, I would grow proportional to the food I eat.

“It’s the first time in my life that I’ve ever been jealous of a human…”

“Me too,” the other one whispered, then I felt two pairs of eyes on my face before she continued, “an ugly one at that.”

I almost choked on the noodle I was slurping on.

Alternatively, I grabbed the glass of water in front of me and gulped it, even though the plan was to drink water last to avoid getting too full too fast.

But it was one thing to be called ugly, choking aggressively and making a mess while eating was another. And I wasn’t about to ruin my image even further in the eyes of these monsters.

“Having Alpha Ashton’s bloodthirsty eyes look at her like that, protectively, aww.”

“I know, right? It has always been my dream for the two brothers to fight for me, but this one with the lifespan of a fish actually made Prince Kylanor bleed. So hot,” the other one added.

Okay, that’s it.

At that point, I was either going to choke on my food or cough it out.

I didn’t care about my image anymore, because I wasn’t about to die because their words made food get stuck in my throat.

Cough cough.

The room went silent again, but this time, the silence was heavy and pregnant with their disgust for me.

I cleared my throat, but my head suddenly felt stuck in its position and I didn’t have the balls to raise it.

“Why did Alpha Ashton get her a human chef if she was going to waste the food?” they started again, and this time, I made sure to eat the soup in bits. I couldn’t afford another scolding.

So I did my best to zone out their words and focus on anything but them.

Which included two things:

One, the food in front of me.

And two, the fact that another human was deceived, kidnapped, sold, and probably tortured just to be able to cook my meals.

A feel of guilt welled inside of me.

What would happen if I couldn’t finish this?

Would Ashton decide that the chef’s life wasn’t worth keeping?

For that reason and that alone, I finished every meal in front of me.

After all, there was no need to watch my weight in this place.