Chapter 3: TO BE KNOWN

RORA’S POV

Zayn was bent over, clutching his pearls, and I stood over him, with my arms folded.

“I never gave consent for you to touch me. Alpha. You know how much of a crime that is in this pack. You just harassed me.”

He didn't reply yet and was still holding on to his jewels quite hard, I must have kicked him too hard.

I winced when he finally got up but couldn't fully stand.

“That's my girl,” Aira shouted in my head but I shushed her.

“How. Dare. You?” he said through gritted teeth and all the sympathy I had for him dissipated as I was filled with fury.

“How dare I? You just touched me without my consent. If you're too dumb to figure out, that's a crime, Alpha.”

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before rubbing his temples and walking back to his desk.

“A slave does whatever the master asks, am I right?” he said and I nodded, watching him wearily.

“Then if I asked you to strip, wash my clothes, lick my shoes, you should,” he said with his face expressionless.

“You disgust me,” I muttered. What was wrong with him? Did he lose his morals as he grew up?

The room was silent for a while before he spoke again.

“I need those files arranged in alphabetical order. Get to it,” he said, not looking up from the documents he was staring at on the table.

I turned to look at the shovel he was referring to and my jaw dropped.

There were a lot of files, like a whole lot that would take a normal person weeks to complete.

What the hell?

“You don't expect me to complete this tonight, do you?”

He raised his brow at me and tilted his head to the side like I was speaking some ancient language he didn't understand.

“What do you think? Get to work.”

I opened my mouth to speak but a knock on the door interrupted me.

“Come in,” he ordered, and the door got pulled open as a servant walked in and bowed.

“The elders are waiting, My lord”

He dismissed him and got up, walking towards the door.

“You really expect me to do all these?!” I yelled at his retreating figure, but all he did was turn, throw me a smirk and walk away.

That little–

I turned back to the shelf and cracked my knuckles as I sighed.

“Let's get to it, I guess,” I muttered and held my breath as I got to work.

—-

It was extremely dark out and quiet when I was done. I took out my phone to check the time. It was three in the morning.

That bastard.

I yawned as I got up from the floor and dusted my clothes, staggering to the door.

The halls were quiet as I walked through and so were the streets.

My family had gone home without me, which was weird because Stephan would have checked up on me at least, and Father too.

I wonder what that man told them. I frowned, kicking a stone as the thought of Zayn crossed my mind.

It was only twenty-four hours, and he already had me rearranging shelves. I wondered what more he had in store for me.

“Let's go for a run,” Aira said, bubbly in my head and I almost rolled my eyes to the back of my head.

“I'm sorry but your human is tired. I need my bed.” I groaned and she went silent.

Oh, come on.

I didn't give in to her. The view of the house came through, and I sighed in relief, but when I pushed open the door, the light went on.

Stephan was standing in the living room with a cup of coffee in his hand as his eyes found mine.

“Oh, Rora. I thought you'd never be back on time,” he said, rushing up to me and handing me the cup.

I looked at him, confused, as I raised the cup to my lips, letting the bitter drink go down my throat.

It was cold.

I wonder how long he had been up, waiting for me.

“Zayn said he needed your help with pack matters, and Father agreed. You don't know how happy he was that you're getting involved in pack issues like one of our own,” he said, looking just as happy as he said Father was.

“Yeah… I was helping with pack matters.” I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was the slave of his best friend.

He pulled me in for a hug and then kissed my forehead like he had always done since we were kids.

“Come on, go to bed.” He pushed me up the stairs and gave me one last smile before going towards his own room.

I walked into my room and jumped on my bed.

“Oof.” I stayed still for a moment before grabbing my pillow and yelling into it with all the strength I had left.

“Th-that evil man. Urgh I hated him so much.” I said into my pillow, cursing him out till my eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep.

—I

I woke up to rustling in my room, I got up and immediately pounced on who it was, struggling with the intruder. I got down and bit hard on his neck, and his yelp made me pull off from him.

“Stephan? What are you doing here so early?” I asked, getting up from him and stepping back as he stood to his full height.

“I came to give you your breakfast, but I saw that you barely got out of your shoes, so I was helping with that and also helping arrange your room a bit. I'm sorry if I startled you and made you think that you had an intruder.” he rumbled on, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks tinged red.

“What?” I asked before looking down at what I was wearing.

I was only in a top and shorts that were too short for him to see.

“I'm sorry,” I said blushing as I grabbed the blanket off my bed and covered myself.

“It's fine.” The room was quiet for a while before he spoke up again.

“Father also wants to see you. He said it's Important that you see him before he goes to the Alpha's mansion later today.

With that, he turned and walked quickly out of the room.

“That must have been awkward for him; you just traumatised him for life.” Aira teased but I just rolled my eyes at her.

—

Father was in the dining hall having breakfast when I walked in.

“Rory, how was your night?” Father asked with a tired smile.

I got close to him, hugging him from behind and placing a peck on his cheek.

“Terrible because of your lovely Zayn, but I'm better now,” I replied, and he smiled widely.

“Concerning that…”

I threw my head back and let out a loud groan.

“What does he want now?”

“He wants you to take the soldiers today. He wants you to train with them, or more like train them, till evening time,” he winced, telling me about the last part.

“I wouldn't,” I said plainly.