Entangled with a cursed alpha

Chapter three

I did not know what was worse, dying and leaving the plan undone and standing another trial that would land you forever banished or being sold to the very man that had been an issue in the celestial world for a long time now.

Lycan Mathias!

I dreaded that name from the moment I was reborn on earth. Many knew him as the alpha that was cruel. He had a temper that always ended up killing people. Maids and male servants must not make any mistake around him, or they stand to be killed without looking back.

When looking down at him and his cursed life, I thought I would never come across him ever until I was strong enough. But now, I was being sold to him. The guards, as usual, were pulling me with my arm, not minding that it hurt me because of how much they were pulling.

We got to the main yard, and they dropped me on the ground. “This is the slave” I heard Lawrence say.

“Why is she not chained up? I do not want a runner in my hands”, the other man in our midst said.

Lawrence raised his hand and gestured for someone to tie me up. I was chained up by my legs and then my hand. It was so heavy. The other man gestured for the guard to come and lead me to the carriage. I lowered my head to do so.

I could not fight it. At my full strength, I was not able to run away from those people. Instead, I was close to dying without actually dying. Now, it has not been up to a week since I woke up and found myself back in the very mansion I had run away from.

Not only that, but I was being sold by my supposed mate to a man feared by so many packs because of how strong he was. Maybe that was it. This was the time I died, but not in the hands of my mate. He had successfully killed my parents, but he could not do the final job of killing me, so he sent me off to the man that would do it.

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Smash!

“Get out!”

“I said get out!”

We all heard a loud scream and the next minute, it died down. The entire mansion was quiet. Very quiet. If a pin dropped, it would be the loudest in the room. I have been in the mansion for five hours and a lot has happened.

They assigned me a task immediately even though I was bandaged everywhere. To them, I was a slave, and I was degraded. None of the maids around respected me. They continued passing scornful glances at me, and sometimes I wondered if by chance, I had met any of them before.

Two hours ago, the betrothed of the Lycan King came to him for a visit. From the few things I had heard, this was his third, and she was a little bold around him. Their union was not that of love but because of an alliance brought by the girl’s kingdom to him. As a peace offering.

He accepted, but it was not long after she walked into that room did we hear him yelling at her. His tone made the entire mansion shake. My heart was pounding within my chest as his voice kept increasing with anger. Eventually, she was told to leave.

We knew this because he was saying it loud and clear for the entire mansion to know about it. He told her to leave countless times and now, we could not hear even a single sound coming from the room upstairs. It was all quiet. The maids exchanged glances at themselves and the door barged open, revealing the Lycan king.

Everyone bowed their heads immediately, and I did too, taking a step back as I might be blocking his path to get out of the place. He was covered in blood and behind him, the dead body of the princess that was meant to be his betrothed was carried behind him.

For the rest of the day, no one spoke much. Lycan Mathias was not in the mansion but his aura that still lingered in the mansion was more than enough to paralyze someone. It was a normal occurrence according to the maids, but deaths must certainly shake them even though it was just for a while.

The entire mansion reeked of death, and it only became worse after the death of the princess. She was a pretty one. I wondered what might have caused the problem between them. Why did she not leave when she noticed he was getting angry? He even asked her to leave. Did she want to die at his hands?

What was the point of testing the waters when she knew that he was always so angry? And when he got angry, he killed anyone in his way or whoever that disobeyed him. I could not think about that so much until he got back and everyone did everything to make sure he was pleased.

For two days, I prayed that nothing was going to bring me in contact with him. Yes, I was meant to be his personal slave, but I love the distance. I would be the forty-ninth slave he was having in the month and I pray I remain far away from him.

I was given most of the jobs around the mansion. Washing, cleaning and other tasks. It was a lot for me, but I had to manage. I eat less than every other maid in the house and if I default even a little bit the food would be reduced to two times.

After dinner, the head-maker instructed that I be the one to go and take the dishes from the private chamber of the king. I swallowed hard as I stared at her. “P-please can someone else go?” I begged

I did not want to be anywhere around Lycan Mathias. What if I do something wrong? How would I be able to stand him when he hits me in any way or worse, kills me? I would go back to my home but then I would be kicked out again.

No. No. No.

I begged. I also had to kneel in front of her to make her change her mind, but she refused to listen to me. She threatened that I would be punished for questioning my authority. I told her to give me that punishment instead.

Lycan Mathias was going to kill me. I cannot. I just cannot. After all my pleading, it went on deaf ears. She did not budge. With a shaky body, I went into the chambers, darting my eyes around as I approached the table that was neatly placed in the middle of the room.

With every step, I felt my soul leaving my body. I was in the same room when the death of the princess occurred. What if he decided to kill me here and now? I heard the shower running a few steps away, so I knew he was in the bathroom.

I hastened my steps, packed up the plates. There were many, but I wanted to take them all at a time. I was not planning on coming back here when he would be here looking at me. I was able to do that successfully, but then when I turned around, he stepped out.

My heart dropped to the ground as I saw him wrapped in his white towel, staring into his wardrobe. I did not know if I should greet them vocally or just bow. I was finding it difficult to hold the plates I stacked up properly. I bowed, without a single word, and I walked to the door.

“Is that how you greet me?” his voice thundered in the room.