WITCH’S EYES

02

He pointed to the food and broken plates on the floor, "Now you've made a mess of the floor too. Clean this place up before someone comes."

I had to put up with the Alpha son's nonsense and grabbed the mop in the corner, but my broken right hand and the pain in my body made it impossible to check the floor carefully, so I could only wipe it haphazardly with the mop. I propped myself up with the mop. However, it felt like walking on jelly on my weak feet, and in a trance, just as I was about to make close contact with the floor, a sudden force lifted me up.

Dominic lifted my entire body off the ground by the back collar of my shirt, making me shake subconsciously because of this difference in strength and size. Also, the collar of my shirt strangled me so much that I could not breathe. I begged Dominic to put me down, but he just let me hang in the air and turned my face towards him, and the next moment Dominic's statue-like face appeared right in front of me.

"Oh, no!" I thought to myself, rushing to cover my eyes.

There was some silence across the table, and even without looking I knew he was puzzled by my actions now, but it was the key to saving my life, and the next second Dominic did ask a question.

"What are you hiding? Do not your eyes look worse than your body?" And he snickered after that.

Rendered speechless, my only response was a silent gaze. However, it was evident that my silence fell short of his expectations.

Impatience danced across his face as he reached out, attempting to forcefully move my trembling left hand away from my eyes.

Shit. s**t. s**t.

Fear gripped me tightly, a chill running down my spine, as the realization dawned upon me that the carefully concealed color of my pupils, a secret held deep within, was now on the brink of exposure.

The weight of that discovery bore down upon me, and a sense of terror consumed every fiber of my being.

Please, do not!

"What are you doing?!" A sharp question interrupted Dominic's movements.

When Victoria rushed into the kitchen, she saw Dominic carrying me in his hands. It was not exaggerated that she did "rush" into the kitchen and not like the well-bred young lady she appeared to be, which I attributed to her possessiveness of Dominic.

In the Black Moon pack, whoever had eyes knew that Victoria was paranoid about Dominic, almost to the level of a lioness who protected her cubs, and clearly saw herself as the next Luna.

This might be the first time I felt grateful to see Victoria. Dominic stopped moving his hands and threw me out casually like a broken rag doll. I fell to the ground and all I could do was make a painful huffing sound.

Dominic explained casually to Victoria, "Just bored."

Victoria was amused by Dominic's gesture and she looked in a good mood as she said to me, who was struggling to get up from the floor.

"Dirty puppy, I do not know why Alpha still keeps you. You do not even have a wolf."

She pressed her shiny nails against her pink lips and pretended to think.

"Well, but even if you had a wolf, then your wolf would look just like a dirty puppy like you!" she said, and left with her breakfast, saying goodbye to Dominic in a sweet voice.

Dominic's POV

Victoria often sought out this traitor's daughter for fun, and I used to bully this girl with Victoria when I was a child, as all the kids of our age did.

But I was almost an adult now, and with the burden of being the next Alpha on me, I just did not have time to toy with a slave Omega.

And Victoria was getting awful now, she was always fussing and chattering, and I really hated noisy women.

But the girl in front of me intrigued me, she always shuddered at the sound of my voice, actually I had little interest in insulting and suppressing her. But as the next Alpha, everyone's eyes were always on me. This was all I could do in the face of a traitor's daughter.

But she was really doing these long hours of housework very well, and at least the breakfast she cooked was quite better than I had ever had.

As I leisurely consumed my breakfast, my eyes fixated on her frail form, diligently going about her tasks. I was aware that she could sense my gaze upon her, and a shiver seemed to ripple through her, visible in her involuntary flinch. A peculiar sense of gratification washed over me, tinged with a sinister pleasure at her discomfort.

"It makes no sense to do that, you shouldn't bully a girl." Amo, my wolf, spoke to me in my head.

"Really, a girl? She is the daughter of a traitor."

"You obviously saw it, the bruises on her body, which must have been done by Victoria."

"So what, that is what she deserves."

"Whatever." My wolf clearly did not want to pay attention to me and hid deeper into my thoughts.

The evidence of her suffering was impossible to ignore. The myriad of bruises adorned her delicate frame, a harrowing tapestry of pain etched upon her exposed, slender arms and legs. Each bruise, from the smallest discoloration to the larger, more ominous marks, told a story of relentless abuse endured in silence. It was as if her very existence was a testament to endurance.

Intrigued by her resilience, I found myself pondering how much longer she would persevere. The other maids, quick to seize any opportunity for respite, would frequently seek moments of rest amidst their duties.

Yet, this soul seemed untouched by the concept of rest. Her life appeared to be an endless cycle of toil and torment, devoid of respite or solace.

I deliberately threw the fork on the floor and she hurried over to pick it up. Then she replaced it with a clean fork and handed it to me with both hands, with bowed head. Her right hand was swollen like a croissant, either sprained or broken. It was distracting to watch her.

"Get out."

I let her go and the swollen wrist felt like a slap in my face. The food in my mouth had also changed in taste, and I took two random chews intending to leave the kitchen. Before I left, I snuck the kitchen key back into the closet. As for why I did that, I did not know. Let's just say my wolf was taking pity on her.

On the way to training, my wolf came out to talk to me again, and oddly enough, he always had good will for the girl.

He asked, "Why did you lock her in the kitchen after you saved her yesterday?"

"I do not know where she lives, and Victoria will beat her to death if I do not lock her up."

"Oh, you are like a little boy who accidentally picked up a stray cat."

"She is more like a puppy than a cat, I guess, the kind that has to whimper around you when she gets kicked."

"You are soft-hearted. So now that you've picked it up, keep it up." Amo was definitely implying something to me.

"Keeping such a stray dog that will bite its owner is better dead on the streets."

I responded with vicious words. Being soft-hearted only because that would reflect badly on my family's reputation if she died here. Right, that is it. That is the reason.