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Reena's POV
“Get out human!” Rocknok barked and I stepped out of the basement. the bright sunlight stung my eyes, forcing me to shield them with my palm.
Here I am, being led like the slave I am, to God knows where. My eyes gradually adjusting to the sunlight.
My punishment seems to be over, but I'm not really sure. This basement was so dark, I can’t even tell if it’s night or day.
And Judging from the time I've been down there, it seems I haven't been there that long. So why the sudden release?!
This got me feeling uneasy because I have no idea what's coming next, but I can say one thing for sure, it won't be anything good.
“Move your ass, you idiot!” Rocknok growled, shoving me ahead as he took me to Roxanne, his boss of course.
Looking ahead I got a glimpse of her—the insufferable witch, perched like a queen on one of the chairs, flaunting her arrogance.
I crave nothing more than to wipe that cocky grin off her face. Since the day I was dumped in this hellhole, she has made my life a nightmare.
“Oh look, it's the outcast!” one of the omega girls sneered, but I couldn’t quite make out who it was because my vision was a bit blurry at the moment.
Being locked in a basement for days with nothing to eat or drink, but just darkness surrounding you, isn't the best treatment.
When we finally reached Roxanne, Rocknok shoved me down right in front of her. "Here she is Roxanne.” he said to her.
I raised my gaze to her and, through my hazy vision, caught a glimpse of her ugly face; it has been several days since I last witnessed that familiar pout.
“Put that head down bitch!” She screamed and rose up once she noticed my upturned face, brutally slamming my face into the dirt with her foot and pinned me there.
“You don't get to look at me, you see where your head is, that's how low you're to me,” she snapped and flipped her hair back.
She took her foot away, kicked me aside. I rolled and hissed in pain.
Weak from being starved for days and now this, I felt utterly drained and on the verge of passing out.
It appears they may have overlooked the fact that I am not one of them and that I could be vulnerable to even the slightest of challenges.
Roxanne turned to Rocknok, asking, “Is she the last one?”
“Yes, now we've gotten enough hands,” he remarked. With their backs to me, they carried on with their conversation.
After a brief discussion, they turned around, “Alright, gather her with the rest of the slaves, and let's proceed to the hall,” Roxanne commanded.
Rocknok yanked me up and dragged me over to the group.
I was put together with other enslaved individuals, many of whom were omegas or captives from vanquished packs.
We were led to a seemingly deserted structure, which appeared to have been neglected for quite some time.
Upon entering, we found ourselves in a hall that was marked by neglect, with dirt and dust settling over the surfaces, accompanied by an abundance of cobwebs.
“Listen up! What you need to do here is to tidy this place up. This room has to be spotless for a meeting tonight,” Rocknok growled.
“Yes sir!” we all replied, none dared to complain.
Pacing back and forth in front of us, he warned, “I won't tolerate slacking off or any mistakes! If you do, there will be no dinner for you tonight, and I won't hesitate to impose even worse consequences! Do I make myself clear?” he demanded in a piercing tone.
“Yes, sir,” we all responded.
"Now get to work." After he gave the instructions, he stepped out to meet Roxanne.
She didn't come in with us because the place was just really filthy. We got handed some cleaning equipment which wasn't even in good shape. It was kind of a mess all around.
Sighing, I grabbed a broom and headed to a corner to start cleaning.
Just when I was getting into it, I felt a hard kick from behind and i went down face-first on the dirt floor. Everyone burst out laughing.
“Get out of the way, bitch!” Tyler, the head of the bully gang shouted at me, I sat up and gave him a glare that could kill.
“Oh, look at that, the little human wants to fight back. Don’t you dare give me that look!” he said, irritated.
He approached me and delivered a kick to my stomach. I flipped over, and the laughter grew even louder.
Yeah, it’s kind of funny in a messed-up way. My pain actually makes them happy, what a messed-up world I am in.
“I'm sorry,” I didn’t mean to say that; I just wanted to get him off my back because I know I'm no match for him. But it just seems to make him even angrier.
As he moved close to me again, Sable stepped in front of him. “Tyler, that’s enough,” he said, arms spread to stop his advancement.
“And who are you? Oh wait, it’s Sable—her knight in shining armor.”
Tyler grabbed his shirt and smacked him on the head. Holding his jaw steady, he said to him,
“You just love to stick your nose where it doesn't belong don't you? Alright, let me show you what that gets you. “Boys!” he called out.
His gang came up, seized Sable and started beating him up.
“No, please stop!” I shouted because there's no way he stands a chance against them—he's just an Omega.
While this was happening, Tyler came to me and crouched down. Pulling my hair back, he said to my face, “Humans like you should be eliminated; your stench turns my stomach.”
He yanked me up and was about to toss me across the room when Rocknok walked in with more slaves.
“What's going on here?" he barked. "Tyler, put her down this instant!”
He finally let me go, "What's the fuss all about?” Rocknok asked.
"She's in my way, Someone as weak as her doesn't belong here,” Tyler replied.
Rocknok looked down at me with utter disdain as I crouched on the ground like some pitiful creature, and spat out, “pathetic humans.”
Then, shifting his attention to the others, he said, “She might not fit in here, but for now, you all have a job to do. So everyone get back to work!”
Everyone scrambled back to their tasks, including the newcomers.
Sable came over and helped me up and together we went back to work.
My life as a slave here begins and ends in pain. Sable, my only friend, has been a huge support to me, even if he gets hurt in the end.
We managed to wrap things up in the evening and we were summoned to dinner.
“Hey, how are you holding up?” Sable asked. “Do you have any severe injuries?”
“No, I'm doing better now!” I tried to reassure him, although my back still hurts.
They served us a dish that was so bland and watery, it was nearly impossible to eat.
But hey, I didn’t have any other options, so I had to dive into it anyway. So did Sable.
“Reena!”
Hearing my name, I instinctively looked up.
“Yes?” I hesitated in my response.
“Ricka wants you,” the guard said, and at that moment, my heart sank. Everyone held their breath and turned to me; this cannot bode well.
ASHTON'S POVMy whole world was a fucking mess.That was the only way to describe it. Not chaotic exactly, chaos implied movement, the possibility that things might eventually settle into order again.This was worse.This was everything I thought I understood collapsing in on itself, piece by brutal piece.How the hell was I supposed to know she was my true mate?She is goddamn human!Fate certainly did have a twisted sense of humor, but this… this felt like cruelty.I had replayed it a hundred times since the revelation. Maybe more. Pacing my room like a caged predator, retracing every moment with her. Every glance. Every accidental touch. Every instinctive pull I had forced myself to ignore.There had been attraction when I first met her. Of course there had been. I wasn’t blind, and I sure as hell wasn’t dead. Any sane man would have noticed her.But attraction meant nothing.Desire was cheap.Wanting someone didn’t make them destiny.Yet she is my destined one.My doom.My chest
“Are you all right?” Granny asked, her voice soft but searching, the kind that slipped past defenses and pressed gently against bruises no one could see.I inhaled slowly, schooling my expression into something calm, something believable. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” I said, even managing a small smile as I straightened my shoulders. Granny studied me for a moment longer, eyes sharp despite her age. Then she nodded, satisfied or perhaps choosing to be. “All right. Ashton says it’s time you take your rest, and I think he’s quite right. You do need it.”“Oh… yeah,” I replied faintly. Agreeing felt easier than resisting. Everything felt easier than resisting lately.“All this talking will only give you a headache,” she continued, already waving a dismissive hand as though the matter was settled. “Go upstairs and rest. But don’t worry,” she added, her face softening into a smile meant to comfort, “I’ll come up sometimes to keep you company.”“Oh. Thank you, Granny,” I said, meaning it more tha
Ashton sat across from us on the opposite sofa, his posture relaxed but his presence anything but. He leaned back, one ankle resting over his knee, arms loosely folded, eyes sharp and observant. He looked like a man in control… too much in control. The kind that never revealed what was truly going on beneath the surface.Granny was still speaking quietly with a servant beside her. I watched as the elderly woman nodded, gave a few final instructions, then waved her hand gently, dismissing the servant. The door closed softly behind her, leaving the room heavy with silence. Granny turned fully toward me. Her sharp eyes softened instantly, as though she had been holding her concern back until we were alone.“Oh dear,” she said, clasping her hands together. “I must apologize for making you come out here.”Her voice was warm, sincere. The concern on her face was real, pure in a way that made my chest ache. It wrapped around me like a blanket I hadn’t realized I needed.“Ashton told me you
The final pin slid into place, and the maid stepped back, letting out a quiet breath of relief as though she had been holding it in all along. “All done, Your Majesty,” she said softly, curtsying low. Before I could respond, the door opened. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. My heart betrayed me instantly skipping, then racing, pounding so hard against my ribs it felt almost painful. Ashton. This is ridiculous, I scolded myself. I’m human, caught in a world of supernatural politics and emotions. Not a werewolf. There should be no bond, no pull, no reaction like this. And yet, it lingered. Why was it still here after he had rejected me so cruelly? After he had shattered whatever fragile illusion I had once held onto? The maids curtsied again, even lower this time. “Your Majesty,” they greeted him with reverence before slipping out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them. The silence that followed was thick, heavy enough to choke on. I met his gaze thr
By the time they finished bathing me, my skin felt raw, not from the water, but from the quiet humiliation of it all. The women moved around me with practiced efficiency, their faces carefully blank, their eyes refusing to linger on mine. No one spoke. Not a single word. The silence pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating.Once done, I returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my chest and another around my hair. My gaze lifted and was immediately drawn to it. A beautiful royal gown. It was laid carefully on the bed as though it were something sacred, something worthy of reverence. Deep fabric that shimmered faintly in the torchlight, embroidered with symbols I didn’t recognize but somehow felt. Beside it, arranged with painful precision, were the ornaments, necklaces heavy with meaning, bracelets etched with ancient runes, a crown-like circlet meant to rest against my hair. My chest tightened. Panic rose swiftly, violently. “No,” I said, the word tearing out
“What prophecy is that, that I could have possibly activated?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. The words felt fragile as they left my mouth, as though speaking them too loudly might shatter whatever thin thread still connected us. "There's no doubt about it, you did activate it," he said, Matter-of-fact. Fear coiled tightly around my chest not just fear of the prophecy itself, but fear that he might refuse to answer, or worse, that the truth would change everything between us beyond repair. For a moment, Ashton said nothing. He stood there, tall and unmoving, his expression carved from stone. The flickering torchlight danced across the sharp lines of his face, emphasizing the shadows beneath his eyes, shadows I hadn’t noticed before. They made him look tired. Haunted. Then, to my surprise, he spoke. “The prophecy states,” he said slowly, each word measured, deliberate, “that I will meet my end in the hands of my true mate.” Immediately the world tilted. I froze







