Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Dorothy's POV:

She packed her things with little to no feelings.

This house wasn't hers anyway, but from the way it looked, it was obvious that this family hadn't loved her... well, the real Dorothy, not exactly her.

No one came to see her off. As she moved towards the bedroom door, she heard whispers.

"Thankfully, we can finally be rid of this disgrace."

"But, Mother, do you really think she is chosen to be a maiden?"

"Don't be silly. They would never make her a maiden... please," she heard her mother say as she opened the door.

The two of them looked at her like they had seen a ghost.

"Oh, dear." Her mother faked a sob. "I remember when I gave birth to you. Everyone said you had no talent, that your wolf was weak, but I believed in yo—"

She rolled her eyes.

"Spare me the pretense, Mother. It's sickening."

The fake sympathetic expression dropped into something dark and wicked.

Florida didn't hesitate.

"You must be happy to even breathe the same air as the Alpha heirs."

"Oh, please, take my place, Florida. I would gladly let you," she drawled.

"Are you making a mockery of me?" Florida lashed out in anger. "Just because you now associate with the Alpha heirs doesn't make you better than me."

"Actually, it does. I am a blessed maiden, and you are an omega from the bottom rank of this family."

She literally saw flames come out of Florida's ears as she walked past her.

"We know what you are... you pet!"

She stiffened... so they knew.

They knew, and they intentionally worked against her.

"Hush, Florida!" their mother shushed her.

"Let her go to hell."

She trembled in restrained anger. Balling her fist, she turned and looked Florida and her mother straight in the eye.

"Honestly, I'll wait for her command. I will only spare you because of your association with this identity, but let me warn you, if you mess with my plans in any way, I might disregard her feelings and dispose of both of you."

Both of them looked frightened, even though they hadn't heard a single word because it was her wolf who heard her threaten them.

They shivered and hugged each other, murmuring.

"What is this aura?"

"Is she really my sister? I've never seen such a murderous look in her eyes."

"You can't kill her family. That is not your choice to make," Hera warned her.

"I know."

Biting her cheek, she ignored her and walked down the stairs.

There stood her father at the door with a disgusting look on his face.

She had tried to act blind to his obvious lustful gaze for his own daughter, but now she could barely hold back the vomit in the back of her throat when he hugged her. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face pressed against her breast.

"Oh, if only you had not denied me your body, I would not have punished you by sending you to those revolting Alpha heirs."

So that's the real reason why the real Dorothy spent hours hiding away in a library until her family was fast asleep: because her father was hitting on her.

"Give your darling father at least a kiss before you go?"

She spat in his face.

"Get your hands off me."

In anger, the man pulled at her hair to force a kiss while his hand went to her chest and squeezed her flesh.

She used her head to forcefully hit his, and he yelled, falling on his ass.

"How dare you..."

His words died in his throat as she placed her boot on his wolfhood between his legs and stepped on it.

He began to sweat.

"Please, let's talk about this..."

"Even if I can't kill him, I can definitely castrate him. Just make sure he doesn't bleed to death."

"Don't," Hera warned her. "You need to protect your identity."

"But the nerve of this disgusting man!" she gritted her teeth.

"He's not worth it right now," Hera pleaded on his behalf.

She took the heel of her boot off his sack.

"Stay out of my way," she warned him.

"Are you okay?"

"What did she do to you?"

She heard Florida and her mother whine just as the door to the house shut behind her.

They didn't provide her transportation to the castle. She guessed they expected her to run there.

Bunch of assholes.

She strengthened her resolve and began to walk to the castle, a total of ten miles.

By the time she arrived at the castle, she was panting and breathless.

The place was very uncanny and secluded.

Great, if she died here, no one would ever know, she joked to Hera.

"If you killed here, no one would ever know either." Hera's reply cheered her up.

The castle was highly guarded. They had to confirm her identity before letting her in.

"Who are you?"

"Dorothy, the new maiden."

"Sorry, wrong answer," the guard said, withdrawing his sword, with several others following suit.

Just then, the castle doors opened, and Richard stood there looking menacing.

"She's Dorothy, the pet," he reintroduced her.

"Confirmed," the guards said and sheathed their blades.

She bit her lip for the third time. It was clear it would be difficult to avoid violence soon.

Richard didn't say a word to her. She followed him, though, as he led her through the hallway when something caught her attention.

Austin and Daniel were making a mockery of Luke at the end of the hallway.

As she looked forward, she realized she had lost Richard, so she continued to observe the scene.

"Yo, Luke, your girlfriend's here," they chuckled in a mocking tone as a lady in a wheelchair was pushed in.

"What are you doing here?" Luke growled in frustration.

"I came to see you," Lucia said softly.

"I didn't ask you to."

"You don't have to ask. I..."

"No, I don't want to see you..."

Lucia stiffened.

"Oh, is something important going on at the moment?"

"No, it's just embarrassing for you to always cling to me."

"But..." Her expression was filled with hurt.

"I care about you."

"Well, I don't really need your care."

"Is it because of my legs? I lost my wolf's legs to save you!"

"I never asked you to. God, it's sickening for you to keep bringing that up. It literally makes me wish I died that day. So please, leave me alone," Luke said sternly.

He turned his back to Lucia and met her judging eyes.

"Oh, you are here... your room is in the tower, pet."

She glared at him.

"I have a name."

"Really?" Luke smirked.

"I'm guessing she is your mate, Lucia?"

Luke's smirk faded, and he was in front of her in a brief gust of wind at werewolf speed.

"Mind your damn business, Dorothy, or you're not gonna last very long here."

He leaned in too close.

"I'm still here, Luke. Respect me!" Lucia yelled.

"I told you to leave, Lucia. Damn it, why does nobody listen around here?" Luke sneered at her.

"I am an Alpha heir! Both of you must kneel."

Her legs gave out at his command, and she fell to her knees. Lucia fell to the ground from her wheelchair.

"Is that clear?"

"Yes," they responded as he walked out, with a quiet Austin and Daniel following him, the sound of the slammed doors loud behind them.

"You are just like me," she said to Lucia, rising to her feet.

"I am nothing like you! I am royal blood. Never compare yourself to me," Lucia hissed at her.

"Let me help you."

Her glare was like daggers.

"Holly!"

A maid rushed in.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

Holly helped Lucia back into her wheelchair.

"You? Help me? A pet?" Lucia scoffed as Holly wheeled her out. "You must be out of your mind."