A slave in the pack
936 Words
IRIS POV
“Wake that lazy wolf!” A loud woman's voice jolted me awake.
My heart leapt in my throat, I quickly stood up from the cold floor and crouched to my knee, watching helplessly as the cell door rattled open with a deafening screech.
Three women in black and white uniform stepped in, the one leading them was older, her face looking stern.
Her gaze drifted to the tray of food I left untouched before focusing back on me.
Her lips curved into a cruel mocking smile and she waved a finger at the two maids.
“Drag her out!”
My eyes widened in fear. Was the Alpha trying to mate me now?
The thought made bile rise in my throat.
“Wait—” I tried to protest but the maids weren't listening. They unfastened the chains that held my hands and cornered me like a predator, dragging me up to my feet.
“Let me go!” I screamed, my bare feet scraping against the rough floor as they hauled me out of the cell.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked continuously but got no answer. Other maids and guards outside watched as I was dragged away.
My butt landed violently on the floor of a bathroom, sending a wave of pain through my bones.
The air smelled of cheap lye, there was a wooden bathtub at the center.
“Strip!” The older woman commanded, her arm crossed over her chest.
My heart rate spiked and I trembled uncontrollably, forcing the tears in my eyes not to fall.
“What… Do you mean?” I asked with a shaky voice. “I can't do that!”
She let out a harsh dry laughter, her eyes lacking any hint of compassion.
“Don't question me!”
In a flash, her cold fingers clamped around my wrist violently wrenching my hands away from my chest.
Ah— I gasped fighting against her iron grip.
Smack!!
The slap hit my cheek like an explosive. My head snapped to the side, a stinging pain radiated through me.
My vision blurred as a painful realization hit me.
Ever since I came into this world I had never been hit before. And a lowly maid just slapped me.
As if that wasn't enough, she grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into her malicious eyes. Her breath of bitter tea hit my nose.
“You think you're still a pampered princess, don't you brat!” she snickered in a dangerously low voice.
“Look around you, this is not your wretched Winter pack and your title means absolutely nothing here. This is a Blackthorn pack and you are nobody here.”
My eyes burned with tears and I held my cheek with my palm.
Things really do fall apart! I, the precious princess, am now a nobody in a strange pack.
With a yank, she tore off my dress open, the fabric ripping apart with a sharp tear that ranged in my ear.
“Your skin is really delicate huh?” She clicked her tongue, running her sharp fingernail down my collarbone.“Too bad a few weeks of hard labor will make it coarse and ruined!”
I swallowed hard. So this was the plan they had for me, turning me into a maid.
The other maids chuckled at her words, sending the last bit of my pride into dirt.
“Clean her up and wear the maids uniform on her!”
“Yes Madam!” The two maids instantly bowed and shoved me into the tub, the force caused water to splash on the floor.
They showed no mercy and kept scrubbing my skin with a rough sponge until it was blistered. Afterwards, I was forced into a tight black maids uniform, then they dragged me out into the courtyard, throwing me hard on the stone floor which was now hot from the sunlight.
The yard was a mess, yellow leaves were blown down from a giant oak tree standing in the middle. The wind whistled blowing dust all around.
A wooden broom was thrown right next to me and the Senior maid looked down at me, her eyes lacking warmth and pity.
“Sweep the yard clean and spotless, by the next twenty minutes I will be back to inspect it.”
She said sharply and left with the two maids.
I let out all the sobs I have been holding since their humiliation began.
Moon goddess? Why did you have to treat me like this? I only want a peaceful and happy life yet you made it hard for me.
I didn't even know how my father was doing right now, whether Ryker truly kept his promises and didn't harm him.
I wiped my tears away and picked up the broom. I stood up and started sweeping the dirt.
The more I swept, the wind kept blowing it backwards leading me to square-one.
“Look at her!” A passing maid mocked, pointing a finger at me.
“She is so foolish.”
“She can't even sweep properly.”
“I heard her father spoiled her so dearly!”
“Too bad her good days are over.”
The whispers rang in my ear and I paid a deaf ear to it, I'm not going to let those words weigh me down.
Let them think whatever they want.
I raised my head slightly and my gaze caught my worst nemesis sitting at the balcony of his quarter, his expression showing satisfaction as if watching my humiliation entertained him.
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