Chapter 5: Her Father's sin
Maureen
I didn't understand the words at first , not until I look at her again. She looked mean, wicked and conceited even without trying.
Surely, she'll be my nightmare here. I can feel it.
"From now on, you will do as I instruct you if you want to stay alive in this pack as a slave." She said, looking at me from head to toe with a dangerous stare.
"You should be grateful to my mate for showing you mercy and allowing you to come here." She added,
clearly expecting me to bow or lick her foot, but I shot her a cold stare instead.
"You don't get to look at me with those eyes, when I'm talking. " She snapped, making me scoff.
"How should I look at you?" I fired back, lifting my brow. A shock, frozen expression crossed her face. she stare at me like she wants to devour me. Like I wasn't allowed to speak when she's speaking.
"How dare you!!" She screamed and grabbed my hair so hard it felt like she wanted to pull my scalp off.
When she realized I wasn't going to beg her to leave me alone, she let go and pushed me so hard that I almost fell and hit my head against the wall.
"Go ask about me, I'm one you should never mess with." She yelled in angers.
For a moment, I just stood there, pressing my back against the cold wall, trying to breathe. My scalp was burning from where she dragged my hair.
Indeed , she wasn't lying when she said she'll be my nightmare.
So she's really Stefan's mate, but how's that possible? How does he have a mate when the moon goddess gave him to me even though he rejected me already ?
Nothing makes sense anymore.
"Follow me", she said and I quickly followed her back, confused why she was acting lik she owned me.
She led me through a long hallway with white tiles, soft lights and walls that smelled like rich perfume and power. This place didn't look like a pack house, it looked like a luxury hotel.
She made a turn and we stopped in front of a huge kitchen, filled with workers who moved around quietly.
Some were cooking, some washing dishes. , all wearing the same plain gray uniform… the slave uniform.
Danika hummed a song, folded her hands and smirked at me. It better not be what I'm thinking.
Did Alpha Stefan leave me in her hands?
"Welcome to your new home, slave." My stomach dropped at her words.
"You'll work here until you learn your place," she continued. "You'll wash dishes, scrub floors, serve food, and clean the dining hall without questions."
She stepped closer, her voice dropping into a cold whisper.
"And if I hear even one complaint about you… you'll wish you had stayed with Damon, instead of coming to a place you're hated."
My breath froze, my heart panting in fear. This wasn't what I expected. I wasn't expecting myself to be at her mercy.
if I'm going to survive here, I will have to drop my former title, and work like the slave they've turned me into.
"Yes ma'am." I said with a bow.
A satisfied smile crept through her lips as she saw how polite I was.
"Good. Let's begin."
She shoved a dirty mop into my hands. Everything about the mop was sticky. The smell, so horrible that I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to gag.
"You'll start with the kitchen floors. Then the dining hall, after that, the back corridors. And if you're not done before the evening briefing, you'll sleep outside tonight."
my eyes widened open in terror.
Outside? As in, the fucking cold ground? Did I really make mistakes coming back here? I thought I had escaped hell, not knowing I was about to step inside the real hellfire.
Maybe, maybe if I had given Damon what he wanted, Be his bed warmer, his sex slave, accept to be his mate, he would have treated me better than this.
"But wait," she gasped like she just remembered something. "I need to get you in the mood."
Before I could react, she grabbed a bucket of dirty dishwasher and poured it all over me. I gasped loudly.
The water was cold and greasy. It clung to my clothes and skin, running into my hair and dripping down my face.
Turning around, I caught a glimpse of the workers' expression. Some look stunned, some were happy and some were looking at me with sympathy.
"Well," Danika smiled sweetly, like she was enjoying her favourite show. "Now you look like what you truly are. A slave."
My eyes burned with pepper, the water had gotten inside them, making my version blurry.
"Move slave. There's no time to waste." Her voice was followed by a sharp smack on my waist. The pain was so intense that I fell on my knees, trying to wipe my eyes with the dry part of my clothes.
I don't think I can do this. I can still turn back now. It's never too late. I'll go back to Alpha Damon, I will apologies to him and promised him never to run away again.
as soon as my eyes stopped burning, . I rose on my feet and run away before she could catch me. I just want to run away from here, before she kill me.
But in the process, I crashed into someone. A broad muscular figure. Someone whose scent I knew.
When I look up, I saw him. Alpha Stefan. he was holding my two hands firmly. Like he had been looking for me.
"Who did this to you?" He suddenly ask, his eyes scanning me from head to toe
"The person coming towards us." I pointed at Danika who was approaching softly with fear in her eyes.
She froze the moment their eyes met with each other.
" She was acting stubborn and rude. I just had to teach her a lesson." She explained without being asked.
"Did you report to me first? She's not under you Danika." He fire back at her, his tone so loud that I flinched.
I thought he was the one who ordered her.
"So now what?" She whispered angrily. Have you forgotten about the plans? Have you forgotten what her father, did to your pregnant sister? My heartbeat stopped immediately.
"Her father killed your pregnant sister, he stabbed her on the stomach and the babies? What happened to them? her voice shuddered as tears filled her eyes.
" the babies fell out from her stomach, with the placenta.
Don't ever forget that ."
My heart cut into pieces at the words she just said. What?!!! My father did that?