Chapter 13: The disobedient slave

NYX’S POV

I sit by the fire in my room, the warmth seeping through my skin as I gaze into the dancing flames. It's a small comfort, but it's the only one I have in this foreign place. The maids were cold and unfeeling, treating me as if I were nothing but a piece of dirt on their shoes. The thought of Alpha Atlas, of what he might request of me now that I had offered myself as his sex slave, makes my skin crawl. But what other choice did I have? The alternative was death, and I wasn't ready to give up on life just yet.

As I sit lost in my thoughts, I hear a knock at the door. I jump up and rush to answer it, relieved that it's not Alpha Atlas standing on the other side. Instead, it's one of the maids. The scowl on her face makes it clear that she doesn't like me, and I wonder what I could have done to earn her ire.

"If looks could kill, or if eyes were lasers, I'd be nothing but a pile of ash right now," I think to myself as I step aside to let her in. The scowl on the maid's face was