Four. What’s already broken.

I was thrown forcefully into the cell, the guards ignoring my screams for mercy. I did nothing wrong. Why should I be punished?

The guards cuffed my hands to the chain in the middle of the room, the whips right in front of me. I have never been flogged with a whip. Oh moon goddess, let this witch not take this too far.

I didn’t know what came over me. The minute she locked lips with Seth, I would have left, I should have turned back and walked away. But I just couldn’t, my feet were rooted onto the ground.

Brittany came to seal my fate. My mate would never be mine and I would be nothing but a low slave. And she confirmed one thing, Seth didn’t see me as someone worthy of anything. That was the revelation that hurt the most.

I shivered as the guard passed in front of me, his hand reaching out to the whip. My bloood ran cold. Oh no no no.

“Please!” I pleaded harder, tears running down my face. The guard looked at me with emotionless eyes, and every attempt for mercy flew past him. He walked towards me, his hand reaching out to hold me.

“I’m sorry! Please!”

He grabbed my throat in his hand, his eyes filled with rage. I choked on my breath, my eyes bulging out of the sockets.

“Shut up, stupid whore.”

He let me go sharply. I struggled to inhale gulps of air, I didn’t realise when he raised his whip up, and the cell was filled with the sound of the whip tearing flesh, and the agonising sound of me screaming for mercy.

After many whips, blood trickled down my back and my whole body shook with pain and agony. I was barely conscious, I didn’t even realise when he undid the hand cuffs. I fell onto the floor and the whole room spun. I got up on my shaky feet.

I had to get to my room, my mother hadn't taken her night drugs. My head spun, and I could barely lift one leg after the other.My vision split into two and just before me ,the door before me opened, and a pair of hands lifted me off my feet.

The door splited into two and the last thing I saw before falling unconscious was someone walking into the room.

I woke up to see myself in my room, laying on my bed. My shredded clothes have even been changed and i was covered in my nightwear. The lashes of whips on my back were almost healed, which was a miracle because my wolf doesn't heal fast like other werewolves. In fact, how did I get into my room?

Did someone heal me? But there was nonone who could do that. I looked over to my mother who was laying on her bed, with her eyes closed. Her medication for last night has already been administered.

Who did all these? And most importantly, why?

A knock brought me back from my mind and I rushed to open the door. I was late to resume for my duties, and I was sure I was in trouble again. A shiver went down my spine. I was lucky to have been treated this morning, but the pain last night, was unbearable.

Brittany really passed her point across.

The maid who stood in front of me barely looked at me, like they all did since I became the King’s slave.

"The King wants you in his room." He muttered then walked away.

Fear flushed through me as I realised that I was screwed, but that quickly turned into anger. Fine, he didn't want me as his mate, but did I deserve the treatment his skank gave me?

I hated him, and everyday I cursed the moon goddess for making me the mate of someone so evil and arrogant as the fuckinh Asshole called the Alpha King.

King my foot. He was just a lowly coward.

And I was done being scared of him.

I changed into the uniform slaves are required to wear. It was a soft flower dress which had a v cut to show cleavage. It was short and it clung to my skin, showing all my curves and my nipples.

In my two years of being a slave I have never worn it, but since my first uniform was now shredded, I had to wear this.

Slaves were mostly for sex, that's why the uniform was like this. I hated it, but I had no choice.

I left my room with a scowl on my face and walked to the King's room. My wolf was also angry, but her anger was from a place of jealousy. I wasn't jealous. I didn't want him in any way. He and Brittany can screw for all I care. I didn't.

I opened the door to his suite, but there was no sign of him. I let out a breath I was holding. The room wasn't disorganised or anything, it hardly ever was, but I proceeded to pick around the room. I didn't want to be caught standing idly.

The door to his room opened and I stiffened. The sir became thick with tension and his powerful aura made my heart thump wildly in my chest. After these years, I wasn't used to it yet.

I could never be used to it.

"Naomi, you finally decided to grace us with your presence this morning." His voice washed over me, making my body more alert.

It was filled with sarcasm, and it pushed the anger I struggled to contain all these years. I have had enough.

I turned on my heels, my anger throbbing in my chest.

He leaned on the door, giving me a challenging look, like he dared me to say something.

I used to shy away from making my mind known, but not anymore.

"I don't know how you reason, Alpha. But when someone gets whipped ten strokes without mercy, you can't expect the person to get up early to serve your entitled ass!" I yelled into his face, my chest heaving and my body trembling as I finally spoke up for myself.

His eyes flashed to amber, something I've noticed that happens when he's angry.

There. I've said my mind. The look on Seth's face promises I would regret my words, but I was done giving a fuck.

Do your worst asshole. You can't break what's already broken.