The woman, whose name I assume is Bella, barks orders for us to strip down and quickly clean off. They give each of us a single bar of soap and a washcloth as we march by and step into the stream of water. I gasp when the ice-cold water runs down my scalp and seeps into my flesh, freezing me to the bone. I quickly lather the soap on my cloth and scrub myself clean and amble out before anyone else.
A man looks me up and down with a look of disgust, stopping at my side as he leans over and touches my pink scar. He gives me a suspicious look but says nothing as he thrust clothes into my hands and gives me a rough push to keep moving. Then he repeats his process with everyone coming out of the showers. Every single slave that proceeds out after me looks empty and robotic.
They exit, and turn in their soap and washcloth. He inspects their bodies and hands them generic clothing and no towel. I try to slip on the cotton panties and the white linen sports bra, but the water that clings to my skin makes it more of a workout as I stumble from side to side trying to yank the once dry clothes up my wet body. When I finally pull the taupe cotton dress down over my body, I turn and see that they dress all the women the same, while the men dawn a pair of brown linen pants that look crazy itchy and a white t-shirt.
Bella steps up in front of us and gives us all a grim look before sighing heavily and clasping her hands together.
“Line up so we can sort you all accordingly.”
The three men to my right are slated for manual labor and two of the women on the other side are being sent to the kitchens. Once everyone except me has a spot, I look at Bella expectantly, but she averts her eyes and clears her throat.
“If I have assigned you a location, go now and find the manager of the area you are to work.”
Everyone leaves and I stand, alone in front of Bella.
“You follow me.” She grunts and I fall in step behind her, being sure to keep my head down like the rest of the slaves had when they left the room. “You will work in the beta’s house, you poor soul.”
“Poor soul?” I ask quietly, and she shoots me a look over her shoulder.
“If you want to survive Haley, keep your mouth shut, do what you are told, and never, ever tell her how to dress. The last slave wound up blind for that misstep.”
My eyes widen and I opt to keep my mouth shut immediately as we enter the home. The three-story mansion is fancy but in an understated southern manor way. With antiqued floral wallpaper and gaudy light ornaments that highlight the high vaulted ceilings and cherry wood floors. The place is in sparklingly clean condition and my mouth falls open, taking in the stunning furniture that I’m sure cost more than my pack made in a year.
A hard slap lands on my cheek and my head snaps to the side, my palm flying to my face and cradling it as I fight back the tears that the sting brings. I look at the culprit in horror and reel back when I see Haley rubbing her palm and glowering at me like I stole the last piece of fucking cake. I just gawk at her and force myself to cower. We are here for a reason; I remind myself. So I can’t blow our cover now.
Haley smirks at me, obviously so proud of the fear she thinks she inspires in me. She puffs out her chest and steps into my personal space. Her dark eyes match my icy blue and I can see the disgust she has for me so damn clearly.
“First lesson, Slave. Don’t gawk. It makes you look needy and suspicious. How am I supposed to know you won’t try to steal something from me and make for the border?” She shifts her gaze to Bella behind me. “Get her room set up. Then come directly back for the trash. I’ll have her waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.”
I bite back the need to ask her what her fucking problem is because seriously, people are like this in real life? She brings her eyes back to mine, smiling to herself, and the moment Bella is out of sight, she leans even closer.
“How do you know the slave merchant?” She asks. I reel back in confusion.
“I’m sorry?” She slaps me again, this time harder.
“I will hit you every time you don’t answer my questions. Lowly bitches have to learn their place. I hoped that with such a glowing review from Enzo that maybe you actually might be housebroken. Clearly not.” Her words are so full of venom and anger. I blink at her and open my mouth to speak.
“He is just the slave trader, Miss Haley. No one else to me.”
“Oh really? That's why he said you were pretty?” She raises an accusatory brow. And I stumble for my words.
“I-I…” I take a steadying breath. “I have had problems with men trying to force themselves on me. He assumes it is because others think I am nice to look at.”
Haley studies me for a second, then takes a step back. I breathe out a sigh of relief and wait for her to speak again, but she doesn’t.
“Do you still need me?” I ask her and cringe the moment t finish the question.
I am a certified idiot, apparently. Instead of a palm, this time I am met with Haley’s fist. Unfortunately for me, she has large rings decorating her knuckles. The force of her hit has me stumbling back into the wall and my eyes dotting with blackness. I suck in air, the smell of blood so strong I can taste it on my lips.
Haley scoffs. “Bella!” She screams, and Bella comes flying down the stairs. When her eyes settle on me, they widen with shock, and then her face goes stoic as she turns to Haley with a tiny bow.
“Yes Ma’am?”
“Take her to her room and lock her there. No food until dinner tomorrow evening.” And then she disappears. Bella approaches me with gentle eyes and grabs hold of my hand, patting it slightly.
“Come along dear. Let’s get you squared away.”
I just nod and let her pull me up the stairs in a fog. I don’t recall Bella leaving after she opened the door, and I walked into the small room. In the far corner near the window is my full-sized bed in basic white linen and to my right is a small dresser and two pairs of tennis shoes waiting for me. There is no closet, but I am surprised to see the bathroom. I move my way to it and open the door, seeing a tiny standing shower, a standard toilet, and a small sink with only enough room to house the toothbrush they have provided for me.
My hair is still damp, so I reach for one of my three towels and wrap it around the crown of my head, then turn to look at my bruised and bleeding cheek in the mirror. I wipe the blood away and grimace at my forming black eye, tenderly touching it before hissing and pulling away. I did this to myself. This is the only way to get into this pack and I need to be here. I remind my wolf, who whimpers at our appearance. Then I pad to my bed, deciding to sleep the day away.
My body goes on high alert when my bed dips and I jolt up to find dark eyes looking into mine. I sag in relief when they touch me and the familiar feeling of calm radiates through me from Enzo. His family was always the best at calming my family in situations with high tensions. Enzo was tasked with protecting me and Caleb when he turned seventeen, six months before the attack, which took everyone we both loved.
His hands move to my cheek and I hiss, pulling away. In an instant, the light clicks on and Enzo is rushing to my side with concerned eyes as he scans my face.
“What happened?” he asks, not removing his eyes from my sore cheek.
“It’s not a big deal.”
His cheeks grow red, his telltale sign he is angry, and I growl at him.
“You are injured, Ivyana!” he grits out. “Again. I knew this was a mistake. I keep telling you that vengeance will get you killed.” My anger rises like it always does with Enzo. He can get me so calm and then so angry at a moment’s notice.
“This one is your fault. So thanks for that” I spit at him and his eyes melt into enormous guilt.
“how…? How did I fail you?” He drops his head on my lap, begging for me to explain, and I shove him off.
“Your little girlfriend downstairs doesn’t like that you called me pretty.” I cross my arms over my chest and he frowns.
“I didn’t say you were pretty.” He says, standing at his full height.
A flash of hurt hits my chest at his words, and I push it down. Who cares if my protector thinks I’m pretty or not anyway?
“I don’t care what you said, but she thinks you said I was pretty. She didn’t like that very much. You must treat me with indifference, Enzo.” I demand. He nods as he runs his hands through his hair and then he kneels in front of me, taking my hand again.
“Yes, Mistress. Whatever you need.” He whispers as he drops a kiss on my hand. “I am at your disposal.”
“Will you stay with me tonight?” I whisper and he looks up at me with an emotion I can’t quite place races through his eyes as they soften.
“Of course, Ivyana.” He mutters.
“Stop calling me that. It’s not my name.” I say with a small smile as I crawl onto the bed.
“It was mine and Caleb’s name for you.” He whispers, hopping on the bed next to me and in the next second, he shifts into his wolf. I snuggle into his side for his warmth, and he rests his big head next to mine.
“I know it was… But Caleb is gone and now the name hurts me…” I explain with a yawn.
I stare up at the ceiling, anxious about tomorrow and worried about being successful.
“We have made it this far, Enzo. I just have to get in Haley’s good graces and work my way up so we can finally meet the alpha. One step at a time.” he whimpers and licks my cheek and I scowl at him before turning and pressing myself deeper into his fur, sleeping pulling me into its grips within moments of my eyes closing.
I bite down on my inner cheek, drawing blood in my attempt to veil my annoyance with Haley. She has been on a power trip the entire day, which is amusing considering she is the person who runs the household. It would seem little miss priss wants to prove something too little ole me. Which is both infuriating and painful.I heave a grunt as I lift the overstuffed recliner chair–for the seventh time in the past ten minutes. Lucky me, my duties all revolve around Haley and her terrible taste in design and setup. I roll my eyes when I hear the sound she makes when she hates it, even though I place the chair exactly where she proclaimed it would be perfect. She makes a tutting noise and I look at her from next to the chair.“Ivy, step away from it.” she tilts her head, her nose scrunching in disgust until I’m so far away I’m not even in her peripheral vision. “Ah! It is perfect. The problem the entire time was the trash that was next to it.”I remain quiet when she looks over at me and she
“Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” Haley screams from her room as slave after slave hurries out with red cheeks and fear in their eyes. Bella stands outside of the door, trying to control her tears as she breathes in and out deeply. “Fucking idiots, every single one of you! No fashion sense, no brains, nothing! Everyone here is dense and drab! AHHH!” Haley yells, slamming the door. I blink and then move past the door, heading down to the kitchen to set up Haleys’s lavish lunch. Cucumber sandwiches with scones and jelly. And don’t forget the fresh flowers. Oh, and heaven forbid I forget to use the fancy tea kettle for the tea she won’t drink because she hates it. Nothing like a werewolf in America being obsessed with British tv series. “Ivy, you have to help me,” Bella whispers, following behind me. “Please!” Her eyes are wide as she begs. “No way! She hates me.” I shoot back at her, continuing my way to the stairs. “IVY!” Haley’s voice calls from behind me and I stop, close my eyes to
~Enzo POV~Everyone is milling about the ballroom preparing the space for the ball. The one Ivy and I had no idea was happening until Haley demanded our makeup date be tonight at said ball. My gut boils at the thought of having to fawn over her for a whole evening. The only decent thing coming from giving her all my attention is we are getting closer to our goal. Then we can finally leave this hellhole.I came early, watching the servants weaving in and out, placing unnecessarily ornate flower pieces on every damn surface. As always, I go unnoticed, intentionally keeping to the shadows, trying to get a feel for this pack. There is a strange dynamic here. The beta and the alpha seem to never be around. Border patrol is out in droves, but they are blundering idiots who do a better job tripping over their feet than protecting anything. It calls into question… Where the hell are the leaders? I was hoping to investigate the pack house tonight. Had I known about the ball before I got stron
~Ivy POV~ Alpha James has spent the entire night floating from woman to woman, with Haley fluttering about like a fucking annoying gnat that he continually tries to bat away. It’s very obvious that she is dying for his approval. At some point, Enzo melded into the background and disappeared. That is his specialty, though. He has a knack for being invisible, even if he is mere feet away. I tried twice to garner Enzo’s attention, but he seemed to look right through me. When I turned, it annoyed me to find he was watching Haley with an intensity I had never seen. Haley spots him a few times and throws him a few air kisses, which makes him grin and shyly look down at his feet before tossing her a wink. I hate how Enzo and I parted ways. What I hate more, though, is not knowing what his “Fine” meant. Did he mean fine as in he would aid me, or fine he will leave? I can feel the grips of panic clawing at me when I think about him leaving, and I have to steady myself against the wall. In
Two weeks since the stupid ball and the few times I have been near Alpha James, he completely ignores me as if I don’t exist. Last week, Haley decided I was trustworthy enough to join pack runs with her as the designated clothing carrier. Bella actually scowled at me when Haley told her I would accompany her instead of Bella. On the first run, I didn’t really get why I had to carry spare clothes for her to wear, considering there are stores of random clothing all around the pack. But once she pulled on her sparkly jeans and unnecessary lace black bra with a tiny white tank. It was then that I understood her reasoning. Everything with Haley is a fashion statement. Which TYPE of fashion statement is the real question?Today marks my third pack run, and Haley is bound and determined to keep up with Alpha James. Almost a laughable feat if you ask me but, I’ll jog along beside her while she tries to stay near him. I have been waiting near the mouth of the woods for her to show up as instr
~Enzo POV~Ivy’s lips are soft and the moment I move to pull away, she chases my lips with hers. I shouldn’t let her kiss me. I should pull away and give her a cocky grin, making a joke about teaching her how to seduce someone. But her lips part for me and I’m lost. So fucking lost in her. My hand snakes up the smooth skin of her neck, sliding into her hair and pulling her close as I ease my tongue into her willing mouth. Willing. She is feeling this as much as I am right now, and that’s enough to send me over the moon. When her tongue collides with mine and it’s like a jolt of electricity burning its way through me, drawing a moan deep from within my chest. Her hands cling to my back, pulling me flush to her, her breast pressed against me in the most glorious of ways as her breathing grows erratic. Her hands roam my back muscles, her nails scraping through the fabric, sending shivers through me. I step into her, backing her against the wall, using my grip in her hair to tug her chi
~Ivy POV~Haley watches me walk out the door with an excited look on her face, and I roll my eyes, slamming it behind me. I stew in my slurry of emotions, trying to place them, going through my head and lining each emotion up with its stressor, only to find a few still lingering for no reason. I want to murder Haley for waking me up to deliver a letter to a man who clearly doesn’t want her. But then again… he made out with her tonight before he kissed me. And he didn’t just kiss me, he branded my fucking soul. I have never been kissed before and here it was my first time and he did it with Haley’s spit still fresh on his lips?“Gah!” I wipe hard at my mouth and try not to gag. “Asshole.” Enzo had no right to kiss me the way he did… ok, so maybe I asked him to help me learn to seduce someone, but was kissing me like that really teaching me? He acted so into it… so into me. And maybe that’s why it hurts? I used to have fantasies about kissing him. When I was a young high school girl
~Enzo POV~Ivy whimpers in her sleep as she wiggles, trying to get more comfortable. I ease us down the bed further and carefully spin to lay her on her side, facing me. My hand reaches out to stroke the loose hair from her face and she moans, chasing the warmth of my hand by tilting her chin up. Her lips are right there, pouty and pink. Looking more tempting now that I know how they taste.When the alarm goes off, she mumbles and groans, scrubbing her hands down her face before rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes and looking at me. I offer her a small smile, relishing the very rare moment where it gets to feel like she is really mine.“I spoke with the Alpha last night,” she says, her voice a soft whisper.“I know,” I admit.“You followed? Did you follow me the entire way?” She asks, her eyes watching me closely.“No.” “Where did you go after you followed me?”“I went to shower.” I give her a shrug and she eyes me suspiciously before crawling from the bed and moving to her dresser.