Eleven: Three days

Tatiana.

"Simone, we have people who clean, and they get paid for it. Don't create trouble," Elyn says sternly, standing in front of me and I step back like a coward.

If it was before when I didn't have scars on my face, I would have stood up for myself but right now, all I can do is lower my head in front of all these people watching us.

"Well, I want this slave to do it for me. She didn't come here for luxury."

"She's the Alpha's slave. No one else can order her around–"

"I'm the Alpha's future Luna so I can order her around. Isn't that so?" Simone directs the question to the small crowd that had come to watch.

"Yes, you can. She's a slave anyway. Let her do her job!"

"Make her pay!"

"Make her pay!"

My heart sinks to my feet as people chant for Simone to do what she wants with me.

"Stop this!"

Elyn says but I tug on her shirt and she looks back at me. I don't want her to get on Simone's bad side.

"It’s ok. I can do this," I whisper but she looks at me worriedly