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Onyx
I didn't know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes again, I noticed that my body ached.
"Oh, finally the slave woke up... " I heard a squeaky voice behind me.
"f**k, we thought you were dead" added another voice, of a girl with long hair and dark eyes "They found you in the forest and brought you to Crescent Luna's pack" said the girl, helping me to get up from the ground.
"What am I doing here?" I asked looking around.
It looked like a huge room with several mattresses on the floor and almost 20 women, all in dirty white dresses.
"This is the area for the mid-ranking slaves. We usually take care of the cleaning of the mansion and the laundry. By the way, my name is Anmary" she said extending her hand towards me.
"Am I a slave?" I asked still not understanding if what happened with my real mother was real or a dream.
"Something like that. We can choose whether to stay or go. But believe me, they feed us well and don't mistreat us. It's the best place in this kingdom if you don't have family or a good rank" Anmary hinted, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
"Stop talking and start working!" shouted the first girl, who seemed to have a snappy temper.
Anmary assigned me a bed and soon explained what I had to do.
***
It had been almost 5 days since I started cleaning at the Alpha mansion. Anmary had taught me my job well, while the rest of the girls used to treat me with contempt.
I tried to ignore and survive while thinking about my mother's words. Although I didn't understand what had happened or where I was, I didn't want to ask any questions about it.
That afternoon, as I was washing a couple of towels, the door to the laundry room burst open.
"Who the hell took the king's navy blue shirt?" a grunt was heard.
I quickly spun around and saw Mistress Martha, a huge she-wolf with an ever-furious expression. She was in charge of the middle-ranking slaves.
"Navy blue shirt?" hinted Anmary with a confused expression.
Martha waved her hand and, with a grunt, ordered us to line up in front of her. "I'm going to ask one more time. Who the f**k took the king's navy blue shirt?"
All the girls tensed up at the woman's grunt. However, my mind cleared. Two days ago, two of the she-wolves came into the room looking excited.
At first I thought they had met their mate, but soon I saw a navy blue cloth in their hands.
“Well, if you don't talk, I'll search you all and check your drawers. But I warn you, if I find the shirt, I'll send the culprit to the camp where the savage warriors will kill her.” Martha growled again in that threatening tone.
Within seconds, two wolves came in and started going through each of our drawers. However, when one of the wolves went through my closet, I saw a cynical smile on his lips.
I was stunned when the man pulled out the king's shirt from the bottom of my drawers. "Wow, But what do we have here?"
"No... that... that... that's not mine... I didn't steal..." I tried to say waving my hands in the air.
I couldn't even finish my words when my eyes fell on the two girls who had stolen the shirt. They both looked down and stepped back with trembling hands.
"So you decided to steal from our king in your first week? How can you hate your life so much?" Martha asked, spitting in my face.
"No, it's a mistake, I didn't steal anything from the king.... Someone has put that shirt in my drawer" I tried to explain.
But before I could finish speaking, one of the wolves grabbed my arms and slammed my back against the wall making me whimper in pain.
"Shut up! You're a thief!"
"Yes, she stole the king's shirt. We saw her hide it" growled suddenly one of the she-wolves, who was looking at me with her arms crossed and an expression full of annoyance.
"She's obsessed with our king," said the second she-wolf.
What the f**k? Those women had framed me on purpose?
"You will receive your punishment for stealing our King and denying it like a f*****g coward!" Announced the wolf pushing me to the ground.
Within seconds the wolf pulled out a huge leather whip and struck my back. I gritted my teeth in hatred and pain trying not to cry. I didn't want to give them the pleasure of seeing my tears while they were tearing my back apart.
***
Bicker
"I already looked into it. The she-wolf has remained a slave" said my beta.
"What?" I asked with a confused expression.
"Yes. Apparently she prefers to stay there" he added.
At his words a grimace formed on my lips. Why would a she-wolf like her prefer to be a slave than to be free?
Thinking about it, I got up from my desk and gestured to my beta to follow me "well, I think it's time for an inspection of the laundry area?" I said heading to an area of the mansion that I had never been to in my life.
In fact, since I had taken that she-wolf to safety, I didn't understand what was going on. That wolf seemed as ordinary as the rest, yet every time I remembered her beautiful face, my Lycan howled with excitement inside me. But was she running away from something? Who had sent her as a slave?
On the other hand, I felt anxious. I had been thinking about her since that day. I couldn't help but remember how her beautiful lips looked and her soft white skin glowed under the Luna.
I certainly wanted to visit her when she woke up, but I didn't have the warmth to do so. In fact,or as a Lycan king, I hated going to that area full of lustful and desirous she-wolves.
So many mixed smells irritated me. After all, they were all just looking to get into my bed and get something in return, or ask me to get them pregnant and secure a place on the throne.
As much as they both f**k, they only choose those who knew their place, and would seek nothing more than a night with a powerful lycan.
However, none of that mattered to me, I just wanted to see that girl. While I was thinking about that, I continued walking until I again felt the delicious scent of that unknown she-wolf.
Fuck, it was as if her scent was a way that would freeze all my senses. However, when I quickened my steps a bad feeling came over me.
Not only did I smell her chocolate scent, but also her blood and sweat. At that moment my eyes turned black and anger rose up all over my body.
With a loud roar I ran into the bran room and slammed the door with my feet causing the walls to rumble.
"What the hell is going on here?" I roared at the top of my lungs as my eyes scanned the laundry room.
The beautiful she-wolf was in slumber with her eyes bloodshot as her pulse clenched her own palm and the lashes fell painfully on her wounded back.
"My king... this she-wolf has stolen your navy blue shirt... we are punishing her for her rebelliousness!" insinuated Mistress Martha with a pretentious tone.
However before I could say anything, the voice of the she-wolf on the ground boomed in my sound "It's a lie...I didn't steal anything" she growled with a brave and strong temper.
Shit, the way her lips moved with each of her words made my c**k almost harden.
I quickly shook my head in denial" Enough. Get up and stop punishing her..... Do you have proof that she did it?" I asked Martha, who motioned for the wolves to quickly help the she-wolf to her feet.
"She... she had the shirt in her drawer..." Martha said with her face lowered.
At her words one of my eyebrows rose in confusion. I could even sense the mocking aura of one of the she-wolves.
"Alpha..." I would never steal anything. Please.you must believe me.." the she-wolf said before dropping to her knees in front of me.
Fuck, from my height I could see out of the corner of my eye over the neckline of her shirt. The woman had huge breasts as white as snow. However,what overwhelmed me the most was her smell that was slowly killing me almost to the point of not being able to stand.
"Enough. Take this she-wolf upstairs and cure her. I will decide myself who is to blame for stealing my shirt!"
Immediately my beta approached the she-wolf and took her in his arms. However, when I saw how she placed her arm on his arm, I clenched my fists furiously.
What the f**k, why was I upset to know that another male was touching her? I quickly shook my head and turned my tension to the rest of the slaves.
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