Hidden Luna Of the Lycan King

Chapter 2

Lenora's POV

I stared at the paper in my hand, trying to make sense of the schedule I was given. There were at least twenty lists of tasks and rooms to clean. It was either his bedroom, his private chamber, his study, and many other rooms. Staring at it made my head spin.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I read the timing for each of this cleaning. It was perfect. According to Elizabeth, His Majesty hated having his maids around. Unless called for, they should be as far away from him as possible. I didn't mind that.

I didn't want to do this, but what choice did I have? “Lenora”

I jolted, looking over my shoulder. It was Amber. She smiled at me. “Sorry for startling you,” she apologized.

I nodded, glancing at the paper in my hand briefly. “How are you feeling being part of the private maids of his Majesty?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I'm not happy about it, but,” I sighed, folding the paper and shoving it in my pocket. “I won't be seeing him anytime soon. My schedule falls around the time he won't be around any of the rooms I clean, so I guess it's okay. What about you? How's laundry?”

She frowned. “Terrible. There are so many clothes. He lives alone but has, so many piled up clothes. Do you know we have steps to washing them? If we fail to do it, we could get killed”.

I could hear the fear in her voice. There were so many rules in the mansion, and a little mistake could cost anyone who faulted their lives. “It's good to be away from the slave house, but this is just worse,” she sighed. “I need to go. I have to get some things done. I'll see you later,” she ran off, waving at me.

Indeed, this place was worse. In the slave house, I could hide properly, but here, there were just too many people watching. I stared at the guards that were stationed at different parts of the house. “I'm back”

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened. Quickly, I rushed into one of the guests bathrooms. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes turned orange. “Go back” I said.

My heart was racing with fear. “No, I don't enjoy being in that void,” Raven, my wolf, said.

I glanced at the door. “You need to go. Stop being stubborn”.

“You are being stubborn. You shove me in that void for way too long. It's boring in there,” Raven complained.

“It's what's best for both of us. I won't die because of you, okay?” I said, slowly losing my mind.

Raven, being my wolf, was a blessing and a curse. I could barely get her to do anything. We were like siblings that fought all the time. But that was not the issue. The issue was: She was not a normal wolf. Making me not a normal wolf. If anyone came to find out about this, we could easily lose our lives, and it was not for the right purposes.

“Where are we?” she ignored my words.

“The pack house,” I replied with a sigh, rubbing my temple.

“Isn't that a bad idea? His Majesty is not just feared because of his strength, but his wits. We won't be able to hide for long in here,” she said.

I shut my eyes. I did not need her to tell me what kind of trouble we were in, being in this place. But I could not stop them from adding me to the ninety slaves coming to the pack house. No matter what I did, it only got me punished, and I have a lot of bruises on my back to indicate that.

I needed to get her back. It was a rare ability, both dangerous and intriguing. Dangerous because I could kill my wolf if I forced her in, rendering me wolfless, and I could die from exhaustion. Having Raven in whatever void she usually got trapped in for a while was draining. Each day, it felt like I was shortening my lifespan, but it was the safest option for me right now.

If Raven was out, I emitted a strong magical aura. Anyone would know what and who I was in an instant, and I could not allow that. I tried to concentrate to get her back there, but it was not working. The more I tried, the more I felt drained. “Stop, Lenora. You can't right now. You've held me down for a long time. If you succeed, you might die. Just let me stay while you replenish your strength,” she said.

I wanted to argue, but then I checked my wristwatch given to us, direct maids of the Lycan King. I didn't have time to succeed in pushing her back. He would be back soon, and I needed to be out of there as quickly as possible. “Try to shut off our aura, please. I don't want anyone stopping me,” I said, and I heard her hum before I dashed out of the bathroom to His Majesty's room.

As fast as I could, I worked with Raven constantly in my ear about how I had fallen from so much glory. It was her way of punishing me for keeping her in the dark for hours. “You failed your people. I'm sure they would be happy to see you being a slave now”.

“Enough!” I yelled.

Despite her doing this so many times, I was not still used to it. It could never get old. It only breaks my spirit. It was one of my sour spots. I broke my vows, and I failed them. It was a hard pill to swallow, and every day I recounted the incident in my dreams, torturing me. “Your Majesty”

I heard someone greet behind the door.