Mortal Queen of Wolves

Chapter 4

*Warning Graphic Content*

The night has gone on like any other party at the Palace. The other men who won Abigail and Stacie took off as soon as they got the chance to do God knows what to those poor girls well, poor Abigail anyway. Dax has disappeared entirely, and I am standing around feeling like a waste of space, so I do my regular help the staff refill drinks and cater to the guests.

"Excuse me?" a guest approached.

"Yes, how may I assist you?" I answered politely.

"Are you not the date for Prince Dax?" She asked, confused, why I am not with him.

"Um, yes, but the Prince is busy at the moment," I told her, not knowing what else to say.

The woman nodded. "Oh, I see, " She said, eyeing me.

"Is there anything I can get you?" I added.

"I would like champagne." She said with a glare.

"Of course, I will be right back" I smiled and walked to the kitchen.

That woman seems pissed about something, but I don't know why she is taking it out on me.

I ignore it and grab a tray of champagne glasses and hurry back out. Guests grab them on my way back to the woman, and I make sure there is one left for her. As I approach, the woman gives me an icy stare.

"Here you go, Miss," handing her the glass, and she looks at me with disgust.

"Do you not know who I am?" She inquired rudely.

I stare blankly at her. "I am sorry, no Miss, I don't," I answered back.

Her face flushed red with anger, and she tossed the champagne all over my dress. "If you want to stay a maid here, I suggest you know who is royalty," she piped. "I am Danika, soon to be the bride of Prince Dax," she disclosed.

Now I get it. She is jealous because Dax paid for a date with me, but I believe he did it only to save me from the creeper.

I don't flip out I just calmly apologize. "Princess Danika, I do apologize for my misunderstanding."

She rolled her eyes. "When I am Queen, I will make sure the trash makes it to the landfill," She laughed, looking at her friend, who also laughed at her behavior.

I hold back my tears. She won't faze me. "If there is nothing else you need, I need to clean myself up." I turned to leave, but Danika stopped me.

"Remember your place, maid, when it comes to my fiance," she growled, then flipped her hair over her shoulder, leaving.

As I walk into the kitchen, Nigel looked over in my direction. "Farrah, what are you doing back here?" His eyes narrowed. "You should be with the Prince."

"I will look for him once I've cleaned myself up. Someone spilled a drink on me," I said, grabbing a towel to soak up the champagne.

"Okay," Nigel nodded and continued on his way.

I sigh and leave out the back door to get some air.

The smell of fresh flowers twirled around in the wind from the fields behind the palace. I take a deep breath catching the aroma, and it calms me as it takes me back to the way my mother's hair smelled.

I lean against the palace wall with a sigh. "The Queen is going to take this out of my pay," I pull the fabric away as it sticks to my skin.

"I'll pay for the dress if you do something for me," the man from the bidding war came around the corner of the palace.

My hand flew to my chest. "Oh my God! You scared me," I took a breath. "I will deal with my fate with the queen." I countered, reaching for the door when the man quickly got behind me, placing his hand above my head on the door pushing it back shut.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He murmured, pressing his body against my back, almost pushing me into the door.

"Sir, please, I must get back to work," I begged.

He wasn't listening to me. He grabbed my hands roughly, placing them on the door like he would search me but pressed his groan into my ass, causing him to get hard.

My heartbeat was so rapid I swear it was about to fly out of my chest, and my breathing felt heavy while the earth span faster than usual. "Please, sir, I won't say a word to anyone if you just let me go," I pleaded.

I could feel his fiery breath against my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand. He trailed his hands down my sides slowly then stopped at the hem of my dress. His fingers dug into my skin as he hiked my skirt up gradually.

The tears pour from my eyes, and I see no end in sight. There is no one around to stop this man. He may not have won a date tonight, but he decided a long time ago he would get what he wanted.

The man pulled my dress up around my hips, revealing my panties, and a moan echoed in his throat. "Damn, red is my favorite," he muttered, gripping my waist as he grinds against my ass.

"Please don't," I cried, and he seemed to get satisfaction from my pleads.

"Oh darling, this will only take a few minutes, I promise," he replied, biting my neck.

There is nothing I can do. He has me pinned against the door.

The man reaches his hand around to the front of my stomach and drags his hand down to my panty line. He inserts his hand under my panties then covers my mouth to make sure I can't scream.

"This is going to make you feel good," he whispered, licking my earlobe.

The bile raised in my throat, and I forced it back down.

The man spread my legs with his knee and deposited two fingers into my core, causing me to cry out in discomfort. "You're so tight and warm. You're a virgin. I can smell it," he added, removing his fingers and placing them at his nose, taking a deep breath, and I gaged inside.

My tears dripped down his hand as he kept my mouth covered while he reinserted his fingers.

Please, someone help! I thought.

I closed my eyes, hoping it would be over soon. The man stopped fingering me and pulled down my panties, and I knew this was it he was going to take the one thing I had left sacred to me.

The man unzipped his pants and spread my legs wider, but before he could force himself inside me, he gets jerked away.