Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

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Elora's POV…

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Sincerely, I'm fucking fed up with being harassed, abused, mistreated by this f****** b****. I mean I understand if Ethan takes pleasure in taunting me but why her?

For starters, she isn't even anyone special in this Mansion, so why should I give any f*** about her? The other day, when she had her way with me, I barely stayed quiet.

The reason I allowed her was because of her relationship with Ethan. I figured out that if he f**** her that she is someone close to him, right?

But then again, I realized she was merely a sex tool used to satisfy his sexual needs. Since then, I have quite distaste her presence and wished badly to have my revenge on her for the shit she pulled the other day.

At first, I wanted to ignore it and go on with my normal life, but it seems like she woke up on the wrong side of bed. It wouldn't have taken anything from her if she simply ignored me and went her way. But no, instead she chose violence.

As my hand lingered in the air, I had to bring it down eventually. Trust me, it took countless guts and numerous repercussions for my wolf to stop me from slapping the hell out of her.

Hailey yanked her hand briskly from my grip – judging from the intense look in her eyes, I sensed she's bound to explode.

‘Let's just go, Lora’ my wolf whispered softly. Biting my lips hardly, I picked up my clean equipment and slid away from her path. As I expected, she shouted behind me angrily.

“You've got some balls, haven't you, you dirty b****! Just you wait until Ethan hears of this. I'm very sure it's going to castrate you. He will f****** kill you, do you hear me!?” she kept yelling like a mad woman behind me, and I paid less attention to her? I've got a lot of s*** to do instead of listening to her speech bulshit all day.

So, I hummed a soft tune and strolled down the hallway. I clearly heard Hailey groan out in frustration before she began storming off—probably to Ethan's room to whine and complain about my behavior. Anyway, that shit doesn't really bother me anymore—that bastard can't do more but hit me and spit out insults on me. That all he has to offer and sincerely speaking, I'm getting used to it.

Don't get me wrong; ain't no one alive that fancies getting all trashed, but once you eat daily and can also provide for your sibling, then it's bearable.

Since I was done dusting all the portraits in the hallway, I moved to my next occupation—washing the dirty laundry manually.

Normally, I should be using the washing machine, but some annoying prick decided I should wash all the laundry manually.

I honestly don't know why he derives so much joy in making me miserable—I mean, the bastard has already rejected me, what else does he want from me?

If he thinks I would plead with him to take me back, then he is gladly mistaken—I'd rather suck the cock of a donkey.

Arriving at the spacious field, I went over to get some water for the stream. Moments passed by, and I could be seen dipping some dirty clothes into the basin filled with water.

When I was done with the laundry, my fingers were already throbbing with pain—they ached crazily, are pale as a dead fish.

“I'm just glad that I'm done. Now I need to go make dinner. I wish I can poison all these snobby egocentric idiots” I snorted with a cocky smile on my face.

Nevertheless, I strolled back to the kitchen. Then again, when I got there, I was shocked to find another slave standing there. I've never seen her before and with the way, she is smiling at me, I'm very sure she doesn't know who I am or my position in this Royale mansion.

What the hells she's doing in the kitchen? Don't tell me she is here to help? If she is, then I would gladly let her know she is trying to get herself a death wish.

I guess my intense stare got her a bit uncomfortable. She bit her lips slowly and batted her eyelashes at me.

“Hi. I'm Lucy” the new slave she introduced herself willingly. I snapped out of my daze and went closer to her.

Ignoring her presence, I went over to the refrigerator, I began to bring out ingredients to be used for the upcoming dish. I guess my actions were a bit unfriendly, but I don't give a damn.

If that's f****** prick get to find out she is helping me, then he is going to get her punished. I ain't no hero, neither am I trying to be selfless, but I don't fancy others getting hurt in my stance. If I get all buddy-buddy with her, I'll just be putting her in danger.

I took out an onion and began chopping it on the chopping board. I thought she will get the memo and f****** leave, but instead she came to stand next to me.

“By any chance, are you making spaghetti and meatballs? I'll be happy to help” Lucy of a person said considerately. I'm still playing oblivious to her presence, she voluntarily brought out a frying pan. She was about to light up the gas stove when I just had to set her straight.

“Look Lucy” I said, dropping the knife on the chopping board. “Yes?” she replied, looking back at me inquisitively.

“I'm not trying to sound mean here, but you need to leave this kitchen now”

“Oh? But why?”

“Because the Alpha tasked me to do all the chores, single-handedly. If he finds you helping me out in any form, then you're going to get your ass punished. You get that?”

“Yes I do. Some shitty maids I came across told me, but I am bored. What do you expect me to do? I'm a slave, after all, and I was bought to work. If you got a problem with me working, then you can go take a nap. I'll cover for you” she responded cheesy and added a wink.

My world! Such audacity. I wanted to retort, but I kept mute. It's almost late, and it'll take a miracle to prepare this dishes on time.

“Don't say I didn't warn you when you'll be getting up” I added silently. Turning to Lucy, we both set out to cooking.