KITANA

KITANA'S POV

"Human slut! You missed this dirty spot on the surface!" My madame yelled, pointing at a spot I had overlooked while mopping the floor of the royal bar.

Caesar was indeed a gift sent to redeem me from my suffering, but it seemed that my fate had been cursed since birth. Just when I thought I had found freedom in Caesar's camp, he was killed. Now, I was forced to return to the life I used to live before the Alpha Fist competition, before Caesar.

It was a life of being used and dumped at the whim of these alphas.

That was the sole reason my madame provided me with two square meals a day: to ensure I performed excellently in bed and satisfied my alpha partners.

I had become the favorite slut of many regular alphas who visited this bar. They claimed to love the unique scent of my arousal, which was different from their usual she-wolves.

Today, like every other day when the royal palace didn't have any special gatherings or meetings, the bar was packed. Amidst their laughter,