Alpha abused mate

CHAPTER 2:: MEETING GLORIA

LUCY P. O. V

“You are living without your clothes,” the voice said but then I recognized it—Ella, my older sister. She was standing in the dark,

My heart dropped. She had always hated me, but now she had decided to humiliate me even more. I wrapped my arms around myself, trembling as her voice echoed in my ears. I couldn’t fight her. I couldn’t fight anyone.

I left the house and stumbled toward the maid quarter, my bare feet slapped the cold ground.

I stepped into the Hall in the maid quarter, trying to hide my face, but everyone in the hall was staring. Their eyes burned through me, and I felt suffocated by their silent judgment. Tears welled up and streamed down my face. This was my new life, my new prison.

Once I had been the proud daughter of a chief, the daughter of a great commander—respected, feared, admired. Now, I was nothing but a maid, stripped of everything, even my dignity. I told myself to endure the mockery, the whispers, the insults. Maybe it was because I was worthless. Maybe that was all I had ever been.

“Get to work,” a harsh voice snapped from the maids’ quarters. All the other girls lowered their heads and went back to their tasks. Then a lady in white appeared. She pointed directly at me. “Come with me.”

I followed her silently, my heart pounding. She led me through a long, narrow corridor into a room so dark it swallowed me whole. I hesitated at the threshold,

But she turned on the light. In the center of the room sat another woman, also dressed in white. Her presence was cold and commanding. I felt my breath catch as her eyes locked on mine. My fate was seen,

“Aren’t you the chief’s daughter?” The woman’s voice cut through the silence of the room, heavy and sharp, her dark aura filling the air. Her piercing eyes locked on me, stripping me bare with their judgment. My heart thudded painfully in my chest.

I lowered my head, ashamed, my fingers curling together nervously.

“Yes,” I whispered, though my voice barely carried.

“Then what are you doing here?” she asked again, almost spitting the words as if my very presence was an insult.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to speak. “I came… to sign for the maid’s job. My mother sent me.”

Her eyes narrowed. A cruel smile tugged at her lips. “There is no room for such as you. You’ll share a space with Gloria.”

Gloria. The name itself stung. Everyone in the household knew her as one of the lowest among the maids, shunned, discarded, forgotten.

To be sent to her quarters meant only one thing—I was being cast down, stripped of every dignity I once had.

I forced myself to stand straight, though inside I felt as though I were crumbling.

My life had already shifted into shadows, but this humiliation cut deeper than I imagined.

As I turned to leave, the woman’s voice struck me again. “Your clothes are not needed here.”

Her words froze me where I stood. I clenched my fists, fighting the burning in my eyes. Every part of me wanted to scream, to run, to beg—but I couldn’t. I was no longer Lucy, the chief’s daughter. I was Lucy, the maid.

And even here, in this place of servitude, I realized something terrible: there would be no comfort, no safety, no escape,

I left my small room, still feeling the weight of shame pressing on my shoulders.

My footsteps were heavy as I walked down the dim corridor, heading toward the room they told me I would share. Gloria’s room, they said.

The name had been repeated so often, yet I had not met her properly. With a hesitant hand, I pushed the door open.

What I saw made me freeze. Inside, a girl stood surrounded by three others. Their voices were sharp, cruel, and mocking.

The poor girl’s eyes were wet, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to disappear. I realized at once that she was being bullied.

My chest tightened. For a moment I remembered myself, how many times whispers and stares had followed me ever since I fell from grace, ever since I became nothing more than a maid. Still, something inside me stirred. I couldn’t just stand and watch.

I stepped forward and spoke, my voice shaking slightly, “What is going on here?”

The oldest of the girls turned to face me. Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked me up and down. “And who are you to ask?” she said, her tone sharp like a blade.

Before I could answer, one of the other girls rushed to her side and leaned close, whispering into her ear. I caught enough of the words to know what was said: That’s the chief’s daughter.

Suddenly, all of them burst into laughter. The sound cut through me. I stood frozen, shame creeping hot up my neck.

Yes, once I was the chief’s daughter, but that title had long lost its meaning. I was no longer respected, no longer powerful—just another maid in this place.

The older girl sneered. “So, the chief’s daughter thinks she can come here and command us? Listen well, you are no better than us. In fact, you’re just as worthless. Maybe even more.”

Their laughter filled the room again before they finally walked out, slamming the door behind them. Silence fell heavy in their absence.

I turned to the girl they had bullied. She was trembling, wiping her tears with shaky hands. I stepped closer and asked softly, “Are you okay?”

She looked at me with eyes wide and vulnerable. “Yes… thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

I smiled gently, though my heart ached. “My name is Lucy,” I said.

She nodded and whispered back, “I’m Gloria.”

The name struck me. This was the girl I was meant to share the room with. My chest warmed with relief, though sadness lingered too.

I reached out and touched her shoulder lightly. “Everything will be okay, Gloria. I promise.”

She gave a small, hopeful smile. “So this is our room, They just came here to remind me of how low I am.”

I squeezed her hand. “Then let’s not let them win. We’ll face this together.”

For the first time, her eyes brightened. “Yes. Together.”

And in that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore.

Then she showed me the drawer where my clothes were kept.

When I opened it, it was filled with tattered rags. Shame and pity washed over me, yet I had no choice but to accept them.

She said she was leaving, and I asked “where to ?”, she spoke of a class and the coming Blood Moon celebration,

where the Alpha would choose his Luna. She wished to be chosen, but I told her the Moon never chose people like us. Her face fell, yet I tried to comfort her.

After she left I turned to the clothes she gave me I raised it above my head,

“This is what I will were from now”

I took of my clothes, standing necked in the room when the door suddenly flew open,

My eyes went wide as I screamed,

To be continued