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I woke up to the sound of whips cracking, signaling that it was time to start the day. I groaned, knowing that another long day of hard labor awaited me.
As I got up and made my way to the communal washroom, I saw the other slaves doing the same. We all exchanged tired nods and half-hearted greetings, knowing that we were all in the same miserable boat.
After washing up and getting dressed, we were ordered to start our chores. Some of us were tasked with cooking, while others were sent to work in the fields or clean the pack leader's quarters. I was put on cleaning duty, which meant I had to scrub the floors and walls of the slave quarters until they shone.
Hours passed, and the sun beat down relentlessly on us as we worked. We were given little rest and even less food, so we had to keep going no matter how tired or hungry we were.
But then, as the day wore on, something unexpected happened. The pack leader called all of us slaves together, and my heart started to race. I had a sinking feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
The pack leader announced that his son, Gabriel, was forming his own pack and would be taking some of us with him. My heart sank as I realized that I might be one of the ones chosen. The thought of being sent away to another pack, especially one headed by the cruel Gabriel, filled me with dread.
As the pack leader started calling out names, I held my breath, hoping against hope that I wouldn't be picked. But then, to my horror, he called my name.
My friends looked at me with sadness and tears in their eyes as I walked over to the pack leader. I could feel their hugs and goodbyes as I took my place in the group of slaves who had been chosen to go with Gabriel.
I tried to keep a brave face, but my heart was heavy as I left my friends behind. I knew that life with Gabriel would be even harder than it was here, and that the pain and suffering would only continue.
But I also knew that I had to keep fighting, no matter what. I had to hold on to the hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to escape this life of slavery and start anew. As I packed my few belongings in my sack, tears streamed down my face. This was not the life I had hoped for myself. I was leaving behind everything I had ever known.
My friends, Lisa and Jane, were hugging me tightly, and I could feel their tears wetting my shirt. "Please don't go, Celine. We need you here with us," Lisa said.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "But I have no choice. I'll miss you both so much."
"We'll miss you too, Celine," Jane said, her voice trembling. "Promise us you'll be careful and stay safe."
"I promise," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll find a way to come back and see you both one day."
As I hugged them one last time, I knew that my life was about to change forever. I would have to be strong and face whatever lay ahead, even if it meant doing it alone.
Gabriel was lying on his bed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. The scent of sweat and s*x still lingered in the air. He had just finished with one of the slaves, a curvy brunette who had been eager to please him.
His father's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You need to rule your new pack with a fierce fist, my son," the pack leader said, standing by the door. "Make them fear you, and they will respect you."
Gabriel sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I know, Father," he replied. "But I don't want to be a cruel leader. I want my pack to follow me because they believe in me, not just because they're afraid of me."
His father snorted. "You're too soft, Gabriel. That's why I'm giving you half of my slaves and warriors. They will help you establish yourself as a strong leader. Don't waste this opportunity."
Gabriel clenched his jaw, feeling his anger rising. He didn't want to rely on his father's gifts to assert his dominance. He wanted to prove himself on his own merits.
"I won't disappoint you, Father," he said, his voice cold.
The pack leader nodded, his eyes gleaming. "Good. Remember, Gabriel, you're a Lycan. You were born to rule. Don't forget that."
With that, he left the room, leaving Gabriel alone with his thoughts. He knew he had a lot of work to do to prove himself as a leader, but he was determined to do it his own way.
As soon as Gabriel had dismissed his father and the other members of his new pack, he found himself alone in his private chambers. The image of the slave girl Celine suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off. He remembered the curve of her hips and the way her hair fell over her face. It was strange how she came to his mind now, after all this time.
Without much thought, he summoned one of his guards and demanded that he bring Celine to him. The guard hesitated, knowing that she was one of the weaker slaves and had been given to Gabriel's pack only out of necessity. But Gabriel was not in the mood to argue, and the guard knew better than to disobey his new pack leader.
A few moments later, Celine was brought into Gabriel's chambers, looking terrified and unsure of why she was there. Gabriel studied her closely, noting the bruises on her arms and the way she held herself as if expecting to be beaten again. He felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that he had been the one to beat her the last time he saw her.
"Why did you summon me, my Lord?" Celine asked softly, her eyes downcast.
Gabriel took a step closer to her, his eyes roaming over her body. "I just wanted to see you," he said, his voice low.
Celine looked up at him, surprised by his words. "Me, my Lord?"
Gabriel nodded, taking another step closer. "Yes, you. I remember you from before. You're the one who made that mistake and got beaten for it."
Celine flinched at the memory, but didn't say anything.
Gabriel stepped even closer, until they were almost touching. "I want you to come with me when I leave tomorrow," he said, his voice husky. "You'll be under my protection, and no one will dare to lay a hand on you again."
Celine looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Why would you do that, my Lord?"
Gabriel smiled, a cold and calculating expression. "Because I can," he said. "And because I want you."
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