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The Slave Mated To The Pack's Angel

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Pack angels are powerful, rare, stunning, bold, and all other good virtues you can name. In simple, they are perfection. Our park is lucky to have one, the King's son. He is the fantasy of every girl but the truth is he will only be mated to one special girl, another angel.

My grandmother, the pack's prophetess foresaw that the girl would be my sister. Since then, Irene has always been treated like a princess herself. Once she gets nineteen, she will get her wings and marry the prince.

Then I can go back to living my life, because for now all I do is serve her, because she demanded that I become her slave. The Pack and the Prince grants her every wish.

While no one foretold that I will turn into an angel, it's been three months since I turned eighteen and I am yet to phase into a werewolf.

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May 20
"Did you just step on my dress? You dirty pig! I told you to keep your feet back!" My sister screams at me. "Sorry...My Lady! It won't happen again." I apologize, she snorts before going back to admiring herself on the full length mirror. I am supposed to hold the tail of her dress as the maids help her try it on. Her name is Irene and she is the future Queen of our pack, the one and only mate of the Angel Prince. Pack Angels are rare, they are powerful, stunning, bold and all other good virtues you can name. In simple, they are supposed to be perfection. Our pack was lucky to have one, the King's son. He is the fantasy of every girl but the truth is he can only be mated to one special girl, another angel. My grandmother, the pack's prophetess, foresaw that the girl would be my sister, her favourite grandchild. Since then Irene has been treated like a princess herself despite the fact that she is yet to reach nineteen and get her wings. She is now only two weeks away from her nineteenth birthday. After that I will be allowed to go back to living my life, because for the last four years, I have done nothing else apart from serving her. Yes, my own sister demanded that I become her servant, the Pack and my family grants her every wish. She is a future angel and Queen after all. The Prince agrees to all her requests. She is his only mate and the only one that can bear him children, because angels don't mate with wolves and no children can be born out of such an affair. Sometimes I doubt she really is going to turn into an angel, angels are supposed to be kind, generous, she is only that when the Prince is around. But she loathes me so much that she once insults me even in his presence. The day she turned eighteen, I took her dinner to her room late, my mind was in a haze due to the too much work I was forced to do during her birthday party. I opened the door without knocking, she was startled and growled at me. Angels don't growl, because they have no wolves. For a moment, she panicked, then became furious and smacked the plates of food on my face. She later told the Prince that I was invading her privacy, I got locked in the pack's dark cells for five days. Being her servant has been hell, but it's just two weeks of torturous work and it will be over. I am saying torturous work because Irene had the audacity to ask for two weeks long celebrations ahead of her nineteeth birthday. That will cost the pack a fortune but as usual, her wish was granted. Whenever there are celebrations, work literary multiplies. The celebrations starts today, all pack members are invited. My sister will be the central figure, that means she needs to look perfect. I spent three hours decorating her beautiful dress with golden and silver beads, then fifteen minutes polishing every pair of shoes that she may choose to wear with the dress. Now I am holding the long tail of the dress from touching the floor while the maids styles her hair. Door opens and in walks Joan and Philly, my sister's best friends. Just like Irene, the two despise me. Since they are friends to her, I can't afford to disrespect them, people say everything about her is perfect, so no matter what I think of Joan and Philly, I must act like I believe they are good. "You already look angelic! I would trade my life to be you." Joan praises as the two rush to hug their friend and future queen. "Slow down...you're going to mess my make up!" Irene whines stepping back. Each of her friends bows and kisses the back of her hand. "Get my friends something to drink!" Irene orders, I don't move as I am still holding the dress and she didn't specify who she is ordering. "Is my pig dumb now?! Move your fat ass!" She yells at me. A maid hurries to where I stand and takes the tail of her dress from me. I start walking towards the kitchen. "She gets fatter and fatter each day! What does she eat, sponges?" I hear Philly mutter as I leave. I am so used to their dirty remarks, good thing is I am getting out of here soon. I will make dresses and necklaces and sell, I can make a living. Most girls of my age will be searching for a mate. But am so pathetic that I didn't even get a wolf after turning eighteen two months ago. I don't care about a mate, I know they are likely to reject me. My sister made sure I am always dressed in a gown the opposite of hers, a buggy servants uniform with a dull brown colour. The thing is now three years old, have holes and strains that don't move. No young or old man likes what I look like in it. I walk into the Kitchen where mother is supervising maids as they prepare the best foods for the guests. "What are you doing back here!? Who is holding Irene's dress?" Mother shriek the moment she lays eyes on me. Apparently, my parents began hating me as well. First it was because hating me seemed to please Irene. But it got worse when I turned eighteen and didn't get a wolf, they are so disappointed in me. "Irene's friends need drinks, she ordered me to get them." I say, my gaze cast towards the floor. "Okay, hurry up and get out, you're such a disgusting sight! You should be honoured that Her Majesty even allows you to hold her dress!" She chastises. I already built a wall all around my heart, their insults no longer hurt me. I go to the kitchen cabinet and pick out a jug full of orange juice. I pour the liquid into three glasses, drop a straw into each drink then place them on a tray. I am on my way out when mother speaks again. "Wait!" She calls. I halt and she makes her way to me. "You do remember that your father and I want you to leave the moment Irene gets fully crowned queen, we can no longer let you stay here when you do not even have a wolf, it will be a disgrace! So think of where you will go." She says not bothering to lower her voice for the sake of my dignity. "Mother I-" I start but she cuts me short. "I don't care where you will go, that's your business. Now take those drinks to those sweet girls!" She orders. I turn and leave. I find the girls seated on a couch while the maids carries on with fixing Irene's hair. I take the drinks to them. "This drink sucks!" Joan exclaims after taking her first sip. "What did you put in it!" "I didn't put anything in any drink. The juice was in the kitchen cabinet." I defend. "Really? Then why does it smell like rotting rat?!" She screams. Now I know she is faking it. She can't think of anything more convincing other than rotting rat? That means she wants to cause trouble for me. The girl stands and pours the contents in her glass on my face. The cold liquid makes me shiver. Some of it splashes to the floor while the rest is absorbed by my uniform. Everyone in the room bursts in laughter. No matter how mortified I am, I can't hit or insult her, she is Irene's friend. "Clean up that mess before it makes me puke! After that go get better drinks for me and my friends." Irene commands. I pick up a rag and start wiping the mess from the floor. More keeps dripping from my wet hair. One of Irene's maids rushes into the room, "The Prince is here, right around the corner!" She announces breathlessly. I already know I am going to be kicked out of the room. That's what Irene do every time the Prince shows up. "Get your fat ass out of here, pig! And don't come back until you are called!" She roars. "Yes my lady!" I say trying to finish wiping the mess. "Leave the rug! Someone else will do the job." She screams more urgently this time. Philly grabs my long hair and drags me out of the room just as the Prince enters through the other door. "You already smell like my queen!" I hear him say to Irene when Philly releases my hair. "Go to your room, stupid sack of meat!" Philly snaps. I turn and head to my room in the basement. I am relieved to be out of there. I have only seen the Prince once, that was during Irene's eighteenth birthday party. Since then she makes sure I am nothing close to where the man is to appear.

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