EvelynAfter the alpha king's pronouncement, I was dragged out of the arena and into one of the many rooms in the palace. Maids trooped in, all set to get me ready for the first night with the King. My body, already dirty from weeks of staying in the palace dungeon, was scrubbed clean, and my hair was washed and styled. It reminded me of the time when I was still a werewolf princess, and all my needs were attended to. That wouldn't be the case anymore, as I had been reduced to a slave. Tears stang my eyes but I blinked them back, willing myself to be strong.Once they were satisfied with their care, they dressed me in a see-through dress that clung to my skin like a second skin, exposing all my curves. Finally, they draped a robe over me and applied several scents of fragrance oil to my body."All done. Take her to the alpha king!" the oldest of the group instructed, clapping her hands. The rest of the maids nodded and began to lead me out of the room. With my heart pounding inside my

Evelyn. With a deep breath, I headed towards the well, the weight of the bucket in my hands a constant reminder of my new reality. As I approached the well, the sound of water splashing echoed through the air. Other maids were already there, drawing water and engaging in hushed conversations. I joined the line, waiting my turn, feeling the weight of their curious gazes upon me which I did my best to ignore.Finally, it was my turn. I lowered the bucket into the well, feeling the coolness of the water enveloping my hands. With each pull, the bucket grew heavier, but I persisted, determined to carry out my tasks diligently. Once the bucket was filled, I carefully lifted it out of the well, the droplets cascading down its sides.Balancing the heavy load against my hip, I made my way back to the pile of clothes, the maids' eyes following my every move. With focused determination, I immersed the first garment in the water, feeling the chill seep into my skin. As I scrubbed away the dirt an

Evelyn.After the unsettling night with the Alpha King, I returned to my small chamber in the castle. The room, dimly lit by flickering candles, felt both comforting and suffocating. I couldn't help but cry quietly, trying to wash away the feeling of violation that clung to me.Once I managed to clean myself up, I settled into my meager bed, its cold and hard surface a stark reminder of my place in the werewolf hierarchy. Wrapping a thin, worn-out blanket around my bruised body, I couldn't shake off the disturbing thoughts of revenge, but I knew better than to act on them – danger loomed if I did.After tossing and turning all night, I finally fell asleep during the wee hours of the morning only to be woken moments later by the same maid who came to see me the day before. My entire body aching from the previous days' event, I stood to my feet, getting dressed. I trudged to the maids' quarters, where a huge pile of clothes was already waiting for me. Without any word, I immediately got

Evelyn."Hello Princess." She purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Or should I call you, slave?"I stopped in my tracks, my jaw clenched in suppressed anger. The title cut like a knife but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me react. Taking a deep breath, I calmed my rattling nerves, turning around and with an icy expression, asked, "What do you want?"There she stood, like a specter from my darkest nightmares, waiting in the shadows. Morticia, the Alpha King's mistress, the embodiment of all that was vile and treacherous in this palace of secrets. Her lips broke into a smile as she settled her gaze on me and before long she's chuckling and laughing hard. Morticia's laughter rang out, echoing through the corridor with a melody that sent shivers down my spine. She takes a step closer to me, her eyes gleaming with malevolence."Oh, nothing..." She drawled, cocking her head to the side as she assessed me, her eyes filled with disdain. "Just curious about how your new life

Evelyn.It's been days since the Alpha King has summoned me to his chambers and and with each passing moment, I found myself gradually adjusting to my new life as a slave. The palace, once an intimidating labyrinth of opulence and power, was slowly becoming familiar to me. With the help of my newfound friend, Amaris, I was learning to navigate the intricate web of duties and the complex hierarchy that governed this place.My wounds have already healed and my limping had disappeared thanks to my quick healing properties as a shifter. Unfortunately, my wolf was yet to make her presence known. As the sun rose over the grand palace, casting a warm glow upon the marble floors, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for another day. The whispers and sneers that had become a constant presence no longer held the power to break my spirit. I had grown resilient, determined to prove my worth and rise above the prejudices that surrounded me.Amaris, with her kind heart and unwavering support, had