The Luna's Pet

Rumors

Soft rays of light streamed through my small window. Groaning I rolled to my side wishing them away, even if just for a few more moments. The last fragments of my dream slipped from my grasp as the smells from the kitchen filled my room. My loved ones faces once again faded into my subconscious as I rubbed the last of the sleep from my eyes. Stretching my back I let out a yawn before running a hand through my hair.

'Another day closer to death'

Grabbing my clothes for the day I quickly headed for the servant showers. If I hurried I could shower in peace before the maids clamored in around me. The showers were merely a long tiled floor with shower heads lining the wall. All servants were forced to use the same showers- male, female, any creature misfortuneate enough to call this prison home. Some of the women took to copying my shower schedule, at first I thought it mere coincidence. I had no interest in their flesh, yet their leering eyes took great interest in mine. They were tempting fate with their glances- I was forbidden fruit- the Luna would slaughter any she felt threatened by. I learned to keep to myself after she has a sweet kitchen maid beheaded simply for befriending me. I never even learned the girls name- her death stilll weighs heavily on my soul. To my dismay the wash area is already bustling with only a single shower head available- and of course it's in the middle.

Turning on the water I quickly strip off my night shirt and begin to scrub up, hoping to avoid any awkward exchanges.

"Good morning Ryker, sleep well? We didn't see you at dinner last night" a fake sing songy voice is just barely audible over the water.

Uhg small talk....

"The Luna required my services" I kept my tone matter of fact in hopes to convey my disdain for shower small talk... it never worked.

"Mmm I'm sure she did." Her gaze slid down my naked form. I refused to look at her, even for a moment. Such glances only lead to trouble. Somewhere, far back in my mother's family lineage, was a siren. Most of the traits were buried under the more dominate wolf genes but Nissa and I both possessed the crystal blue eyes of the sea. The Luna loved to stare into my eyes saying she could almost see the waves crashing within them.

Dipping my head under the lukewarm stream of water I try to cut off any further communication attempts.

Fu*k I feel like a piece of meat in this place.

"My shower water feels extra warm this morning, care to share?" The girl on the other side of me lathers her breasts seductively as she bites her bottom lip in my direction.

"No thank you."

Switching off my shower sectionl I wrapped my towel around my waist and grabbed my clothes. The day had just began and I was already wishing it to be over.

Heading into the dining hall I spotted Kyro, the closest thing I had to a friend in this soul sucking place.

"You look extra brooding this morning" His hand wrapped around my shoulder playfully. "Did the mean girls pick on you in the showers again?" He pushed out his bottom lip mockingly. He couldn't get a girl to look his way no matter how hard her tried. Kyro was a troll, both figuratively and physically. His mother was a human so he got his size and overall form from her. His skin was the color of dingy moss with bulbous warts in random places. He liked to joke they made his shlong "ribbed for pleasure". He was about my size in height, somewhere around 6'5, quite small for a troll. His eyes were large black orbs, you could never tell which direction he was staring which he used to oogle women's chests as they spoke.

A large pot belly completed his look, he was quite muscular and trained with me daily, yet his stereotypical troll belly never seemed to change.

Pushing him off I shot him a smirk "if you would shower more than once a month maybe they would leave me be."

"Blek! And wash off this lovely musk I've been cultivating!" He rubbed his rounded belly while sporting his best come hither stare.

"How any woman could resist that is beyond me." I rolled my eyes as he continues to sway his hips.

"Right! I'm the picture of s*x appeal!"

"Come on Fabio I'm famished and it's leg day in the training yard."

Grabbing our plates we loaded them up, Kyro heaping mounds of sausage and eggs on top of a diced potatoes. Dude literally had two stomachs.

He was one of the grounds keepers here, being part Troll allowed him to maintain even the most stubborn of plants and animals. He wasn't quite as good with plants as the wood nymphs who maintained the gardens, yet he would do in a pinch. I wished I had a real purpose in this place, something other than the hand that was dealt to me. Kyro often tried to joke that I had the easiest job here, yet even he felt pity when I was called away to her chambers.

The Luna may have been beautiful of face but her heart was black as coal. She cared little for anyone but herself. She wasn't as twisted as the Alpha, seeking pain and blood, but she enjoyed watching me suffer in her own way. She forced me to wear an enchanted bracelet, one that tethered me to this place. Even if I tried to escape the grounds the pain emitted by the bracelet would be unbearable. It also notified me of when I was being summoned since I refused to renounce my old pack and join Alpha Xion's bloodhounds. A small tone sounded in my mindlink followed by my instructions.

Pushing my eggs around the plate I watched as Kyro scampered off for seconds. My keen hearing picked up on a few maidens giggling about the Luna's brooding s*x toy and how they would love a go.

Turning my head I picked up the rumors from a further table of the Alpha's newest capture.

"I heard it's a mermaid. How is he suppose to f**k a mermaid?"

"You're an i***t mermaids would die on land. Unless he's taking her as a pet and building a giant fish tank it's not a damn mermaid."

"Well whatever she is the Alpha sounded pretty adament for the scouts to bring her straight here. Something about being rare or one of a kind."

"Poor creature probably won't last the night. You know how he is when he's excited."

"The night? She won't last past lunch."

"How about we bet on it? Loser cleans the latrine in the east wing."

I pushed my plate away, my stomach twisting at the thought of what awaited the girl they spoke of so carelessly.