MasukDESDEMONA
A slave? warm his bed? Is that what I will be, this place is no better than the village. It is far worse than the village.
Alpha Alaric shifted his gaze away from me, as he put on his garment. “Don't leave this room.” He said before walking away, his steps disappeared quickly and soon I was left alone in the room again.
My eyes scanned through the empty room, I am the only one left alone in the room, yet I stayed in the same position. My knee aches from the previous fall, and my body has experienced a lot of pain in two days. My body aches trembling in fear.
I don't want to be a slave, I want to be free, I want to belong somewhere, I don't care where it might be, but I want to feel like I belong.
My eyes slowly lost their color, and I fell asleep.
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Soft footsteps, stirring in the silence.
“For how long are you planning to sleep?” A cold, sharp female voice slid into the room.
Before I could stand up I was already pulled by the hair, she dragged through the corridor.
“Who are you? What are you doing?” I screamed and tried to fight back, but her fist was hard, and it seemed like she wanted to pull off my hair.
She tossed me onto the floor. I crawled on the floor as the two slaves held me down on my knees. “Why are you doing this?” I yelled, as I struggled free.
Before I could say another word, the lady palm landed across my face, blood spat out, and her hand left a mark on my face. My face turned in horror, and my face burned in pain.
She sneered, her grip still tight on my hair. “I am the head servant Laura, you should be working, not sleeping like a corpse!” Her voice was sharp, laced with hatred.
Now I knew who she was. She wasn’t just anyone—she was higher rank than me. My stomach twisted with the bitter realization of what my life here would be. I would face the same humiliation, over and over again.
“What’s going on here?” Before she could strike me again, a voice cut through the corridor.
Beta Theodore’s presence silenced the room instantly. His tone wasn’t raised, but it carried enough weight to make the two slaves release me.
All of us quickly lowered our eyes, no one daring to meet his gaze.
“Now, what are you doing there?” he demanded, his eyes landing on me. “Alpha Alaric needs you in the dining hall.”
I followed him immediately to the dining hall. Beta Theodore is my saviour. I was saved by him yet again.
The dining hall was filled with silence when I entered. Every servant stood by the wall, heads bowed. The Alpha sat at the long table, a glass untouched before him. Beta Theodore stood nearby, his face unreadable.
“Come closer,” Alpha Alaric ordered, his voice deep, curling through the room like smoke.
I stepped forward, my head lowered.
“Knee down now! And pour me a drink.” he commanded, his voice not different from the same tone used.
My face turned pale, but I still followed his instructions, without complaining, my eyes were focused on the floor, I don't dare to look him in the eyes
My hand trembled as I lifted the bottle of wine, I could feel everyone's gaze burning on my skin, as if waiting for me to make a mistake. I carefully filled the glass up, praying not to spill a drop.
Alpha Alaric smirked softly, his gaze fully rested on me observing, he shifted his glass slightly at the last minute, making the wine spill across my chest. The liquid poured on my dress soaking the thin fabric until it clung to my skin.
The other servant looked away uncomfortably, but no one dared to say a word in my defense. Not even Beta Theodore. They all just watched, which made my face turn pale.
“Clumsy,” Alaric drawled, his eyes sharp, amused. “Look at you… dripping.”
My cheek burned in humiliation, and l clenched my jaw trying to hold back the tears from falling
A soft laughter ripped through the room from some of the higher servants.
“Clean this mess. And remember your place here, you are just a slave and you should learn to do your work properly,” he said coldly, leaning back in his chair.
I stood up slowly, my head still lowered in humiliation, I dragged my leg back to the slave court.
I can still feel the werewolf gaze burning on me with resentment. I wondered what I did to them, to make them hate me so much. As far as I could remember, I didn't do anything to make them hate me.
I changed into a newly freshed cloth. And walking down the corridor, I try not to look too much, and keep my head lower.
I avoid everyone's gaze, and stay away from them. I spot Celeste cleaning near the Alpha Alaric room.
I ran to her, pulling her to the side. “You should run away tomorrow when you get a chance.” Celeste is not used to this type of life and I don't want to bring my misfortune upon her, she is an innocent cute girl, though she worked as a servant at my house—this place is different, it is full of wolves that want to devour us.
I can see the stare, the hatred glance.
Celeste embraced me, I could feel the warm heat coming from her body, it sent a comfort to my body, and for a brief seconds I felt at ease, before she broke the hugs.
“I have been looking for you. We need to escape together. I can't let you stay here alone, the people here are not human,” she whispered, her voice was low and her eyes already wet with tears, scared, fear looked as if searching for something. I can feel that something has happened.
I hold her shoulder. “No, I can't leave. Do you think that the villagers are going to accept me? No, they will send me back,” I hold her hands together. “But you can.”
“Desdemona!” Laura yelled as she walked towards us, she pulled me by the shoulder. “What are you doing here, when Alpha Alaric was looking for you.”
Looking for me? I wondered if he wants to see me again, I can’t bear to face anymore humiliation. Not today, I am too tired for that.
“Follow me now,” she ordered, giving no chance to escape.
Why can't I just vanish, why did I have to endure everytime.
My grips tighten, my heart pacing restlessly, I don't know what's going to happen this time.
Laura stopped at the door of the bath room.
“You can go in, Alpha Alaric is waiting for you.”
I clenched the door handle, I hesitated for a while before pushing the door open slowly, and every eye turned to me. They are all naked. And Alpha Alaric was sitting in the hot bathtub while the other servant surrounded him. Beta Theodore was also somewhere around the room watching.
I wanted to turn away and leave, but I froze on the spot.
“Undress,” Alpha Alaric growled, his voice deeper. “Now all of you can leave, she will help me bathe,” he glanced as a smirk escaped his lip.
Beta Theodore was about to walk out as well, when he spoke again, “You should stay here.”
My world crumbled before me, my chest tightened, as I reached out for the aim of my dress.
DESDEMONA Sleep refused to come that night.I lay on the thin mattress, staring at the dark ceiling while Eddie’s words echoed endlessly inside my head non stop.I tossed and turned on the bed biting on my nails.The Wolf King abandoned him. His mother was locked away.There was someone he loved once. The thought twisted strangely in my chest and I did not know why it mattered to me.It should not matter.Alaric was nothing more than the Alpha who owned my fate. The man who treated me like a burden he could not discard.Still I realized something unsettling.I knew nothing about him.Nothing about the boy he once was. And his lover is connected to Lord Kieran, what was the past between these two?I knew nothing about the things that shaped the cold man he had become.I had lived in his pack house for months, endured his orders, walked carefully around his temper…yet he remained a stranger wrapped in power and silence.The thought refused to leave me. Finally, I pushed the blanket as
DESDEMONAI stumbled back to my room, I fell asleep immediately and I lay on the bed.The power is tiring more than I assume, it drains my power though it makes me stronger.….When I woke up my head was spinning, I turned to the side of the room, my eyes dropped, even with the power I am nothing.I stared at the empty room, before my gaze fell to the wooden floor.I pinned my lip together. Even with the power I have to work to survive here.I carry my heavy body up, growling in pain. The weight of the blade hurt deeper than I thought.Work usually numbed me.That was the point of it.If my hands were busy, my thoughts stayed quiet. If my body ached, my heart did not scream as loudly. Today, even that mercy was denied me. Every movement reminded me of the power still humming beneath my skin, unfamiliar and raw, like something borrowed instead of owned.I was scrubbing the long wooden tables in the eastern hall when I smelled water before I saw it.Clean and cold.I turned, startled, a
ALARICI went back to my room after making sure she fell asleep. I watched her sleep calmly and something shifted in my heart, more deeper and tightened.When I stepped into my room. The room still smelled like her.It clung to the air, to the sheets, to my skin—an infuriating reminder that no matter how much power she had ripped from my grasp, she still existed inside my space. Inside my head.I stood near the balcony doors, hands clasped behind my back, staring out at the darkened grounds below. The night bowed to me out of habit, not loyalty. That alone told me how much had changed.She had walked away, not dragged, forced or broken. She had chosen to leave.The memory scraped against my control like a blade. Her chin lifted. Her eyes burning with something new—something dangerous. Freedom, perhaps. Or the illusion of it.I had tried to reach for her then. Instinct. Habit. Power.And felt nothing was the answer.The absence still echoed through me.My jaw tightened.For years, obed
DESDEMONA“Not safe—” I stumbled back, the words breaking apart on my tongue.A hand caught me from behind before I could fall.Strong and familiar.I gasped, the sudden contact. His grip was not possessive, not commanding—it was desperate. Like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go.My body reacted before my mind did. Power surged instinctively, wild and untrained, flaring beneath my skin like lightning looking for a place to strike.“Desdemona,” he said hoarsely. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”The blade pulsed in my hand, responding to his nearness, to my heartbeat, to the fear tighter in my chest. The silver light around me flickered, unstable, as if my emotions were feeding it.“I don’t feel safe,” I whispered. “I feel like a target.”“Desdemona—wait—”Alaric’s voice.The force shattered instantly, collapsing back into me with a painful snap. I swayed, the world tilting violently as my strength abandoned me all at once.Strong arms caught me before I could hit the ground.His arm
DESDEMONAThe numbness breaks first. It shatters like glass inside my chest.Pain floods back all at once, sharp, overwhelming, alive. My knees buckle as the world tilts, my scream ripping from my throat before I can stop it.“Alaric—!”His name tears out of me on instinct, not trust.The courtyard blurs. Torches flicker wildly, shadows stretching and twisting as if the night itself is breathing. My bond snaps tight, burning through my veins like fire through wire, and for one terrifying second, I think I’m dying.Then I see him.The stranger stands across the stone, tall and cloaked, his presence wrong in a way my bones understand before my mind does. Magic coils around him, ancient, slow, patient. The kind that does not rush because it has waited centuries.In his hand is the blade.It hums. It sings.The sound crawls into my skull, down my spine, settles deep in my blood like it has always belonged there.My breath stutters.The pain shifts. Becomes… recognition.Alaric lunges, fur
ALARICThe door closed behind her.The sound echoed louder than it should have.I stayed where I was, my back to the room, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles burned. Steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but it did nothing to calm the storm tearing through my chest.Behind me, laughter lingered, soft and confident.One of the women stepped closer, her bare feet splashing lightly against the water, her boobs pressed against my chest. “Alpha,” she murmured, her voice honeyed, practiced. “Should we—”“Leave.”The word came out sharp, final.Everywhere turned silent, and they all stared at me.I used to take my bath with them but everything changed when Desdemona came. I can't touch them.My wolf is disgusted by their touch.I turned slowly, my gaze cutting through them like a blade. Three pairs of eyes stared back at me—confused, surprised, slightly offended.“I didn’t call you here,” I said coldly. “And you will not touch me.”I continued. “Who called you here?”“Beta Theod
DESDEMONAI sat up immediately to her left, staring at the empty room. My heart skipped a quick beat. I don't know if I should be happy that he left, or sad.My bare feet touch the cold floor, I hug my body. For the first time I will be free. Or so I thought.Laura burst in, she leaned on the door.
DESDEMONA He clenched his fist, raising his hand. I shut my eyes tight, bracing for the blow, but the sound that followed wasn’t my bones cracking, it was the heavy sound of his fist slamming into the wooden door beside me. My breath caught, I opened my eyes slowly, my heart racing so fast it hu
ALARICThe corridor was silent, but my heartbeat wasn’t. It thundered through my chest, wild and unsteady, echoing louder than the footsteps that carried me back.I didn’t even know when I turned around.Didn’t remember climbing the stairs again. All I knew was that anger had already taken over, ste
DESDEMONAI rolled on the bed, I robbed my fluffy bed, as a smile escaped my lip, I opened my eyes slowly, looking around. I blinked twice, wiping my eyes.This is not my bed.“Are you that disappointed?” His voice came out low, smooth, almost teasing, but there was weight beneath it, an edge that







