The Slave Vengeance

The Woman He Wants

Delilah Berkly. . . Who is the lady in question? But I was the one who did it; in fact, I am staring at my reflection in the mirror right now. Although this is not who I am, it is who I am. . .

It would appear that I have come to a different conclusion. Tears flow out from my eyes; they are pain, hurt, and satisfying simultaneously. This woman will start a new life, a happy life.

“A good life,” I whimpered; even though the traumatic experience did not go away, I felt happy inside of me, that feeling like it was over, but it was not.

I eventually left Dianthe away.

“Delilah. I suppose this is your cue to go,” The woman said; I didn’t even know her name. “Yes. . .” I replied.

“But—”

“You have to discover your new home now,” she interrupted me. It is beyond my comprehension as to why she would appear to be making an effort to avoid giving me her name.

I responded. “I think so,”

“I am interested in learning your name—”

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” she replied, and it appeared as though she wanted me to leave, which is acceptable given that they assisted me without charging me anything and were not demanding payment.

“I just wanted to extend my gratitude for all of your assistance. . .” I stammered. I’m not sure how to properly show my appreciation for the chance to start a new life just now.

She gave a slight nod and walked away; as she did so, I was under the impression that she would grab something, but the door quickly shut. The current situation has me feeling like I’m under a curse since I tried to open the door, but it was already locked.

A new gate has been opened precisely at this very moment, and the sunlight has suddenly become so bright that it has caused me to glance down. I have followed the lights, and it is the path that leads to the outside, and I realized that she had genuinely wanted me to locate a new house ever since we parted ways.

As for Delilah Berkly, I have one bag with me, but it contains my new birth certificate, identification, IDs, etc.

I still can’t believe I have a brand-new face, but at least my appetite has improved. I spotted an area where waste was disposed of, and I noticed that a significant amount of food had been discarded. I don’t waste any time and dash over there to look.

“f**k,” I mumbled under my breath.

To my surprise, a piece of paper blown around by the strong wind landed in my vicinity, and I decided to investigate it.

I noticed that my name was written there: Dianthe Divine Riley.

No longer am I responsible for it. . .

I don’t want to entertain the possibility that it’s me.

I yearned for my mother and father.

I began to consume the food that was being tossed by genuine beings—although it was new, I ended up throwing up after eating it, and I could tell that my stomach was craving something different.

“Are you okay?” A man’s question was posed in a low voice. I didn’t turn around to face him; I was still kneeling, and I was trying to save myself from the shame that I was feeling by keeping my mouth from shaking.

Even though my mouth was shaking, I still wanted to throw up. I can still sense his presence, and he has the most delicious aroma. He must be leading a happy life, enjoying delicious meals, and finding plenty of peace in his surroundings, but here I am. . .

He pretended to cough; I jumped to my feet and confronted him immediately. On the other hand, I did not anticipate seeing the man with whom I came dangerously close to colliding as I fled from the pack of Silver Moon Pack.

He looked at me; his pupils became more constricted. He seemed to see a ghost. He has a strong jawline, is dressed in business attire as if he were at work, and has a lot of jewelry designed just for men.

It must have a high price tag.

He has dark brown hair, pinkish lips, and eyes the color of the ocean. He is flawless in every way. . .

He looked at my entire body as if he were analyzing who I was; I felt my confidence drop. He will be the first person, other than the attending physician and the nurse, to witness this individual’s appearance.

I pull my hair behind my ear and then cast my gaze downward.

He followed up with, “Miss?” He is one of the most flawless voices I’ve ever heard; while listening to him, I had a distinct impression that I had heard it before.

“No,” I shrieked. “I don’t need anything,” I added, and then I started to walk away, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. I was uncomfortable when he raised his eyebrow and looked directly into my eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” I inquired by muttering those words. “I do think you need food. You’re struggling to find food here, right in the garbage.” He stated.

He was aware of it.

I wanted him to understand how badly I needed food, but he was incapable of doing that. It’s a bummer that I can’t admit to him that I did require it.

“Yes,” I’ve had a change of heart.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I feel like there’s something in my heart that I haven’t yet felt show up when he smiled when he heard my words. . . He thinks I was funny for lying that I didn’t need anything.

“Would you like to come with me?” He inquired, and I know he is extending an invitation for me to accompany him.

I didn’t get a response, but it means I do.

He was attempting to readjust by nodding his head.

“How much weight do your words carry?” He asked.

“Hello, my name is Kaiden Maximus Gray,” He introduced himself while reaching out his hand to shake mine. I looked at his large, veiny hand; I was rendered speechless and astonished.

However, I cannot speak because his name left such an impression on me. He finally let his hand down; I’m still trying to come to terms with my current circumstance.

“I’m Dian— Delilah Berkly,” I thought I would introduce myself by my old dead name. But I finally legalized my new name, and even ultimately, he’s the first man to know my name after them.

“That name, and that innocent face of yours, don’t deserve to get hungry—”

“Your Majesty,” He was mid-sentence when he was interrupted by a man who walked up to him holding a large amount of paperwork, and I quickly recognized that the man in question was an Alpha King.

It was his beta who first referred to him by his position. There is a sense of recognition associated with that name of his. I believe Zavier and Sebille were the ones who first mentioned his word to me.

“I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but I wasn’t able to find the woman you’re seeking anymore—”

“Are you even serious?” he made a crease between his brows when he said those words.

“We have a difficult time getting along with the gang of—”

“Well, I guess I have to find another woman that I wanted to,” he interrupted as he was about to say something else.