Chapter 4— Humiliation
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I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, draping the towel I found over my body. The food on the bedside table had gone cold but I had no choice but to shove it down my throat. If I was going to survive here, I needed all the energy I could get. I couldn't stop thinking about my family and their deaths again. I knelt by my bed as I decided to pray to the moon goddess for their souls and that they rest in peace. I was just about to start my prayers when my room door burst open and an angry Luna stormed in. “Well, well, well. Looks at little miss seductive ex-mate praying to the goddess.” She scorned. I didn't understand what I must have done to get her angry. Before I could open my mouth to talk, she grabbed me by the ponytail I had thrown my hair into and pulled me backwards. My scalp stung from the pull. “You b***h, you think you can take my mate away from me. I, Stephanie, future Luna of this pack would never allow that” Stephanie, so that's her name and what is she going on about? “I think you are mistaken I—” I felt a slap across my face silencing me. I turned to look at her and she hit me again. Again and again and again till I fell to the ground. She then went ahead to dig her heel in my stomach. I groaned in pain on the floor. “Stay away from my mate, you wouldn't take him or my position. You should be dead like your stupid family. I don't know what the f**k you did to make him choose to keep you alive but just know not to cross me, you slut” She stepped away from me and walked towards the door, not looking back for one second. As she turned the knob of the door and walked out, in the line of my vision, I saw some maids snickering and laughing at me. I laid on the floor, I couldn't move. I was exhausted, tired and injured. This is going to be one hell of a ride. It was already dark out by the time I could get up from the floor. I groaned as I stabilized myself by holding on to the bedside. I stumbled to the mirror and saw many cuts and bruises on my face. I could barely recognize myself. “There must be a first aid kit around here somewhere” I muttered to myself. I found one in the second drawer of the wardrobe and pulled it out. I hissed and winced as I tended to my wounds, tears slipping out of my eyes in between. A knock sounded on my door. “Come in” I rasped out. “Good evening, Luna orders that you be part of the serving maids for tonight's dinner. You are to be ready and in the hall in 10 minutes” the head maid said as she watched me intently for my reaction.” I would be there then” I tried to hide my pain and anguish but I must be doing a bad job because her face softened at me before she walked out leaving me alone. The hallway to the dining hall was immaculate. They must have really spent a lot of time making this place and attending to every detail. The small swirls on the wall, the curves of the roofs, even down to the colors of paints. The building was really beautiful. I walked alone to the dining area. The other maids made it pretty clear to stay away from me like I was a disease. They would glance at me and whisper. I didn't care. I stood at the door of the dining hall, when the head maid pushed a trolley towards me. She signaled for me to take it in, which I did. All the laughter, shouts and talks died down as I walked in. They must all know who I am. Seated in the chairs, I could spot some of the leaders of the pack's that were in alliance with my Father. I couldn't hide my face of disgust at their betrayal. One of them was the leader of a small pack, Alpha Rodrick, who was known for his perverted ways of preying on young girls. He licked his lips when his eyes met mine but I ignored him. “Come Mima, serve my guests. You should know how to do that much” I bowed at Stephanie’s requests and began to serve the guests. I ignored eye contact with most of them especially, Dylan. I didn't want any more trouble for myself. I had gotten to Alpha Rodrick’s seat, about to serve him when I felt a hand on my left ass cheek. I was startled and ended up pouring the hot plate of food on him. He jumped out of his seat and yelled in pain at the burn. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't —” a slap resounded around the room. I felt my cheek sting and blood in my mouth. “You useless, ungrateful girl. How dare you spill hot food on my expensive attire that you can never afford, are you crazy? Kneel and apologize to me right now. The whole room was stunned into silence at the scene.
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