DESCENDANT OF THE GODDESS

“Scream my name b***h, I want to hear you scream” “Look at that Clinton, the b***h won't scream. Do you have more of that? I think she needs more” The warrior whose voice she recognized as Clay was once again in her mother's room. Whenever she made a mistake, Luna Cassandra often targeted her mother instead of Trinity herself. For every mistake made, men were sent to her mother's room. But it wasn't always a punishment. Some, like Clay, even paid for the privilege. As Clay's voice echoed through the room, Trinity's heart sank. She had grown accustomed to the sound of her mother's screams, but it never got any easier. “Do you know how much I paid? You had better scream b***h or I won't be kind. She is stubborn as always. Add me more of that stuff” Trinity's ears were met with her mother's desperate pleas: "Please, please..." But the tone soon shifted, the cries of pain turning to moans of pleasure. “Yes, yes, you are such a wonderful b***h, no wonder Luke couldn't resist you” Trinity knew her mother was unwilling, but no werewolf could ever resist the effects of being in heat. "Please, please," her mother begged, her voice laced with desperation. Trinity couldn't discern whether it was a cry of pain or a forced surrender to pleasure. It was sad that they forced her to feel pleasure when being r***d. “What do you want, say my name?” “Ohhh Clay” "Yes, just like that," Clay's voice purred with satisfaction. "You're incredible. You are worth every penny I spend on you." This went on for the entire night, they kept interchanging her between Clay and Clinton, The sounds penetrated her quiet room. She wondered why fate had dealt her such a cruel hand. Why had she been born human, powerless to protect her mother? Luna Cassandra always dosed her mother with a chemical concoction that kept her in heat. Despite her mother's efforts to resist, they kept giving her more doses. She claimed that was the price her mother had to pay for seducing and murdering her late husband - Trinity's own father. Trinity did not know her mother's side of the story. Despite their adjacent rooms, the rooms were soundproofed. It was only disabled, so she could listen to her mother's cries when being r***d. Other than that, no communication was allowed between the two. Cassandra had ensured that the only sound of her mother she would ever know would be her mother's cries of pain, the shameless moans of pleasure, the ecstatic screams of climax, and the despairing sobs of sorrow. She was denied ever knowing her mother's face or voice. The voices in her mother's room finally quieted down. She moved to the corner where she knew her mother would roll in and cry all night. Trinity usually slept in that corner too. That was the closest she would ever get to her mother. Maybe if the times Lupus dragged her to witness as he r***d her mother counted. Lupus Voldermart was her stepbrother. Lupus was twisted and evil like his mother. He loved to punish her by taking her to witness his assaults on her mother. She hated him for that though sometimes she felt a twisted sense of gratitude towards Lupus, for it was during these moments that she caught glimpses of her mother. Even if her mother's face was mostly twisted in a mix of pain, agony, pleasure, shame, and sadness, Trinity was at least able to know the color of her eyes and the outline of her face. Volka Voldermart was the current Alpha of the pack and her other stepbrother. Volka is calculative and calm but more dangerous. If Lupus and Luna Cassandra were evil, he was the devil. He had never personally visited her mother's room, but as the Alpha, he never stopped them. It was almost morning, the sun was starting to rise. Trinity went about her morning routine, bathing and changing into the maid's uniform. Unlike the other maids, who wore dresses, Trinity's uniform consisted of pants and a shirt. This was an order from Volka, who always ensured her entire body was fully covered. Trinity didn't complain, she simply harbored deep resentment towards the one who delivered the kindness. She was headed to his room. The elevator doors slid shut as Trinity waited patiently for Volka's approval of her access code. No one had access to his floor without his permission. Trinity stepped out into the gray-carpeted hallway. She dusted and cleaned his hallway, office, and other rooms. Lastly, she had to clean his room. She hoped that he would have already left for the day. She hated the mornings she had to face him the most. However, luck was not on her side as she pushed open the door. She was met with the unwelcome sight of Volka seated on his bed, his eyes fixed intently on the laptop screen in front of him. "Good morning, Berries," Volka said, he nicknamed her Berries. He said it was inspired by her scent of citrus and berries. "Good morning, Alpha," Trinity replied. She had stubbornly refused to address him by his name. They were not that close. Although he likes to remind her that he was the one who changed her diapers and fed her milk. “I have very important guests today. I want you to stay out of the pack house. Don't come next to it for any reason. Am I clear Rinny? Stay in your room.” “Understood Alpha” “Now, go and ensure my suit is immaculate. Be fast with your work, then return to your room and remain there. A slight mistake today of you showing your face to any of our visitors might get you killed, do you understand?” "Yes, Alpha," Trinity replied timidly. She had never received such instructions, her mind was racing with questions about the mysterious guests, but mostly the reason behind Volka's sudden desire for her seclusion. She walked into the kitchen. Stella was standing next to the water boiler. “Hurry up fool, why are you late? I don't like making my breakfast” Stella was dressed in more revealing clothes than usual. She was always after Valko's attention and hated Trinity because she thought Valko and Trinity were secretly in a relationship. Trinity found those rumors hilarious, there was no way she would love her captor, her brother. She did not have Stockholm Syndrome. A cup of hot tea was aimed at her face, but her instincts kicked in and she dodged it with ease, managing to save Valko's suit from being stained. She was always faster than everyone here. She just hid it well. “You slow, b***h, I said make me coffee, why are you standing there?” Cassandra walked in, her eyes fixed on Trinity. "She's thinking of her sweet morning with my son," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't you see the way she's holding his suit?" Cassandra's laughter was cold and mocking. "My son may protect you, Trinity, but you're nothing to him."