Ashlyn's POV "Milady?" Roselia said behind me. Sometimes I was baffled on why she liked me. Why her likeness was so intensed and why she called me with respect. I was just her master's mistress and nothing more. I do not even think he has told anyone I was his mate or did a few lycans get a whiff of it the night he claimed me? "Please, Roselia, you do not have to plead with me on the alpha's behalf. I'm a mistress here. I do not even deserve much of your respect." I said to her. "I know that and I do not need you to remind of it. I know you to be the daughter of Khalid Ambrosia and as such, must be treated with respect. Our families are enemies, yes, but I cannot explain my loyalty to you and not just yet." She said and I turned around swiftly. I stared at her puzzled. Why does she owe me any loyalty? "Come now, dear, the alpha will be upset if you do not do as he has said." She said leading me to the storage room and I took in deep breaths as I picked up the bucket, brush, soap
Ashlyn's POV He was incredulously furious with me and I was forced to look away from his gaze. "I gave specific tasks and they were easy to execute, which is why I expected them to be done well and I come home to this? This filth?!" His voice boomerang in my head and I shook in fear unable to speak, with the feeling that whatever I'd say to him would anger him the more. "Milord, Ashlyn did a thorough cleaning of.." Roselia began to defend me, but was cut short with a silencing finger from Lucifer. His glare was still on me and no one else's. The moment I looked up to notice it, I immediately looked down again. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. "I do not possess great patience. I do not like time being wasted and it irritates me when my expectations are disappointed." He said in a low menacing tone and I swallowed with my lips quivering. Why was I so afraid? I knew what the punishment was. It was not a new thing to me anymore. He'd yell and then punish me on bed. I could
Ashlyn's POVI was done suffering from Lucifer's injustice. For many hours I was there licking the floor and when I was finally done my stomach turned. What I did, did not go down well with it. If I should throw up here, I'd have to lick back my vomit and that I would not be able to do. Vino picked me up from the ground. "Good job." He said in sarcasm. I could not reply him as he dragged me down to the dungeon. It was darker than the rest of the house and in a sorta way creepy. Indeed it was and it was half filled with prisoners. Prisoners from battle I believe. Not even a ray of light could seep through this darkness. Vino threw me into one of the cells and locked it up and went away. Immediately, my mouth gave way and the floor licking that upset my stomach, poured out. I vomited and placed my hand on my head.I tried to accustom my eyes to my surroundings, but it was quite difficult. I could see the bars of each cell, but not the people in it. I could hear their heartbeats, ea
Ashlyn's POV It took me great pains to write how to be a slave on the paper given to me. I could not write properly with the paper on the ground because there was nothing to place under it for a smooth writing and it came out rough. I was just glad that I could finish it. I had a very discomforting time writing it. With a tool shoved up inside of me and and a icebag creating sensation on my nipples, my imaginations were sorta running wild. Sometimes while I was writing, I'd become dazed and blinded by an oblivion unable to see clearly what was before me. What had made it more easier to withstand the torture was he leaving the lamp behind or perhaps he forgot. Either of, it was of a great help to me. Vino had stood by the cell all through watching me. His eyes on every of my movement. Ensuring that I follow all of his alpha's order and not disobey under his watchful eyes. I had no idea how long I stayed in the dungeon. But, few hours after I had dropped the feather, I saw a ray o
Lucifer's POV Kill, Stealth, Ripper and Rage were already in the study room when I walked in with Ashlyn. "Aye, why does she look like an horse vomited on her this morning?" Rage asked smirking. "Lucifer engaged her in one of his numerous punishments." Kill said and they erupted into laughter except Ripper. "I wonder how you come up with those punishments Helldog. It's like you have a big book of torture in your head." Stealth said and the trios laughed again and I smirked. Ashlyn did not have a pleasing look on her face but, she kept quiet. "You're hurt." Ripper said to her noticing her wrist. The wrist I had personally cut. Ash shook her head. "I'm fine." She said. "You should see the pack doctor." Ripper suggested. I was beginning to get angry. His tenderness towards her was suffocating me. Since she stepped into the house,he had been exceptionally friendly to her and it irritated my senses making me think he had a thing for her. "It's okay Ripper. It's nothing to worry ab
Lucifer's POV And here I was going against everything I told myself again. Going against my rule of not coming close to her. Going against my principles and protocols. Women were nothing but sex tools and nothing more. But here she was, weaving me tightly in the perfect trap she has laid out for me. A trap of deceit. A trap to lure me in. I pulled away from her looking at her innocent face. How can such an innocent face, a body so fragile, a mind so feeble be so dubious. Dubious in ways to wrap me around her fingers. Maliciously pulling me in even when I did not want to be pulled in. If I was a devil to her, then she was hell. My hell that I had to bear. My hell I was trying to run away from but constantly failing. She was a temptress. Tempting me into pulling her closer whenever I decide to cast her away from me. Why doesn't she leave me the hell alone? She stared at me with those big bright blue eyes innocently, but I knew better. I knew better that behind those innocent eyes
Ashlyn's POV The next morning was extremely cold that despite shutting the windows, the wind still found a way to seep through due to the rain that fell last night. The cold outside formed a mist frost on the windowpane and I could remember drawing a happy family on it back in Edinburgh and then tiny droplets from the frost would ruin either the face of the children or the parents. I had always drew a happy family back home. I even painted a few, but father called it a waste of time since I was doing it with normal paint unlike Otis. Otis could paint too but he made use of human blood. They always turned out incredible, but the stench were always there. "Mi'lady, it's time to dress." Roselia said walking into my room along with Catriona. Immediately I saw her, I wanted to speak with her but I did not know if it was right to speak to her in the presence of Roselia. Roselia had been here earlier this morning to fix up my hair and while waiting for her, I had gone to stare out the
Ashlyn's POV I sat in the comfort of the carriage and got uncomfortable once in a while whenever we hit a stone. I had a lot of thoughts in my mind. Thoughts of escaping. Thoughts of running far away but I knew otherwise. If I tried to run away now, I'd be caught in no time. With a bunch of lycans following us behind the truck. Also, Lucifer's threats were still lurking in my mind. I had no doubts he would carry out each and every word he said. Running away was something I should think carefully. At least not today, but oh, how it feels good to be outside. Seeing the tall olive trees, rocks and streams. I was finally out of my prison walls. Out of the nostalgic air it possessed that threatened to suffocate me. It was a long, tiring and bumpy ride and when we finally got into Edinburgh, my heart raced as I saw the familiar surroundings of the Royal Mile a far distance away. With this ray of luck, I could easily run home but I knew otherwise. I'd be putting myself and my family in