Chapter Four

 Rashi’s POV

I scrubbed the stone floor on my hands and knees, the rough brush dug into my palms. Life as a servant in my father's castle had only just begun. Why hadn't I thought this through? Back in the human world, I had juggled two jobs, a cashier at the mall and a waitress at a restaurant, just to cover Mom's medical bills.

Right before Mom's chemo started, I had been fired from both. The managers had complained about my lack of focus. I couldn't argue; my mind had been everywhere but there. It wasn't as if I was walking away from a fulfilling life. Mom was the only one I'd lived for. Now here I was, mopping floors in a werewolf castle, chasing a father who didn't even know I existed.

"Did you hear? The Alpha heir arrives tomorrow," one servant whispered as she folded linens nearby.

My ears perked up. Ah, there's a prince? That means a battle for the throne. I kept scrubbing, staying silent.

"He's so handsome," another giggled. "Oh, his eyes, I could stare at him all day." She smiled, placing her hands on her waist.

"And he's so kind," the first added. "Friendly too, not like the others who bark orders." She made an invisible structure describing the Alpha.

"He's my favorite royal," a third chimed in. "Not commanding at all. He always says please and thank you."

"I wish I could marry him," the second sighed dreamily.

The others burst out laughing. "That's too extreme! Dream on, girl. He's the heir, not for us servants."

I bit my lip, focusing on a stubborn stain. Keep quiet, Rashi. Just listen.

A guard stormed in. "Rashi! The Luna wants you in her chamber. Now."

My heart dropped. In her chamber? The other servants froze, exchanging glances.

"What did you do?" one whispered furiously. "She must be mad about something."

I stood, astonished as well. What if the Luna had found out? What if she knew my secret? She had examined my body too closely yesterday. My identity… oh God.

"Calm down," Madam Lysca said, patting my arm. "Just go. Don't keep her waiting, and try as much as possible to be polite."

The others nodded. "Good luck. It'll be fine."

I nodded shakily and hurried out. My palms and feet were already sweating. The corridors blurred as I rushed to her door and  knocked faintly.

"Come in," the Luna called.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. She sat on her bed, smiling. "I'm Luna Saira, and you will address me as 'my lady.'"

"Yes, my lady," I bowed.

"Lock the door behind you," she ordered.

I turned the key, my heart sank to my stomach. "It's done, my lady."

"Good," she said flatly. "I'd like you to take off your clothes."

It sounded like I had misheard. "My clothes?" I asked to confirm.

She rose from the bed and walked straight toward me. "I don't like to repeat myself, Rashi."

My blood ran cold. Could she have known my secret? I hesitated. My head would certainly be chopped off… she knew I wasn't a full wolf. "Please, my lady! Please…"

"Now, Rashi!" she screamed.

Reluctantly, I peeled off my uniform top, then the pants. My legs trembled violently by the time I stood naked, crossing my arms over my chest.

She stepped close and lifted my chin to meet her gaze. "Sexy, isn't it?"

I was confused. What was going on? What was she doing?

She leaned in and licked from my breasts up to my lips in one slow stroke. Her tongue was hot and wet against my skin.

I pulled away, gasping. "Luna, no… please let me leave!"

"Keep quiet and pay attention," she snapped, grabbing my hand firmly. She pulled me to the bed and pushed me down to sit.

I trembled, begging. "Please, don't do this. I won't tell anyone, just let me go."

She smirked. "You think you could mention it to anyone? The moment the words leave your mouth, I'd make sure your head is cut off."

"No, Luna, please!" I begged. "Don't…"

"My lady," she corrected. "You talk, and you die. Understand?"

I nodded frantically, my body shaking as if I had a high fever. This was only the second time I'd ever been touched. The first was that awkward fumble with my high school boyfriend. Since then, I'd vowed to stay celibate until marriage. What was this? What had gotten into her? More like, what had I gotten myself into?

She shoved me back onto the pillows, climbing over me. Her weight pressed me into the mattress. "Spread your legs."

"Yes, my lady," I whimpered, unable to resist this torture.

"Oh, wet," she said. She pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, her nails dug  in slightly, while her free hand trailed down my stomach. Her fingers brushed my skin lightly before dipping between my thighs, rubbing my clit roughly in circles.

"Rashi, you feel that? You're dripping for me." She circled faster. Her touch sent jolts through me, making my hips buck involuntarily.

"Please, please, my lady," I begged. I hated that my body responded this way to my father's Luna.

"Beg more. Say you want it."

"I… I want it," I lied, confused about what to say next. My body was eagerly enjoying what she was doing, while my mind hated it.

"Louder." She pinched my nipple hard, twisting it between her fingers.

"I want it!" I cried out.

She released my wrists and shoved two fingers inside me, pumping deep and fast, curling them to hit that spot that made my toes curl.

"Oh my… la…" I moaned, clenching around her invading fingers.

She leaned down, sucking my neck hard enough to leave a mark. "Call me mistress."

"Mistress," I panted.

"Again." Her thumb pressed my clit firmly while she thrust harder, her palm slapping against me with each push.

"Please, ah… ah…!"

She pulled her fingers out, slick and shiny with my wetness, and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself."

I sucked, gagging slightly on the salty flavor, almost choking.

"Now get up! Rub that pussy on mine." She grabbed my hips, pulling me closer for deeper contact.

I did exactly as she said. She guided my fingers and instructed me to repeat what she had done to me. I slid my index fingers into her and thrust until she climaxed.

"Oh fuck, I'm about to cum," she moaned. "Don't stop!" she instructed.

When she exploded, her release coated my hands. We collapsed, panting. She rolled off, smirking. "Get dressed. And remember, tell anyone, and you die."

She rose from the bed and walked into her bathroom. "Get lost before I get back."

I nodded, scrambling for my clothes with shaky hands. I fled that minute, straight to my quarters, my legs feeling weak.

In the servants' quarters, I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and cried my eyes out. What had just happened? What had I allowed to happen? Was this how Luna Saira treated the other servants? Questions raced through my mind, but the memory was unforgettable.