Chapter Twenty One Maya’s POV “What’s your name please “ I asked her and she answered with a straight face “Maria” I looked up at Maria, and the elderly maid who came to pick up my dinner. "Hey, Maria," I said, my eyes reflecting a mix of determination and anxiety."Evening, Maya. You need to eat more," Maria replied with a warm smile.I hesitated for a moment, then decided to share my concerns. "Actually, Maria, I need a favour.""Sure, anything you need. Just let me know," Maria assured me, setting the tray down.I lowered my voice, creating an air of secrecy. "I've been thinking about leaving this mansion. It's suffocating, you know? Do you think you could help me escape?"Maria's eyes widened, caught off guard. "Maya, you can't just leave. Alpha Aaron wouldn't allow it.""I know, but I can't stay here any longer. It's like a prison," I whispered, my eyes pleading.Maria sighed, torn between her duty and empathy. "I wish I could help, but it's impossible. If I'm caught assis

Chapter Twenty Three Aaron’s POV I need to fuck now, hard and rough.Bored and tired of torturing and working all day which did nothing to make me stop thinking about my ginger-red haired prisoner. Maya is simply an unfortunate omega who found herself caught up in the web of my plans, the perfect bait to rage war against her dumb father, neighbours Alpha and the whole Moonlight Pack but she turns out to be so much when I look into her profile when I was at the office.She is meant to be just a pawn in my game of chess but I’m beginning to get excited by her noble and strong personality , proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too after obviously living a sheltered life till now. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar in my pleasure room , waiting for Beta Connor to get me the whore I’m going to be fucking tonight. “She’s so beautiful” I heard my werewolves soldiers whisper among themselves when the Omega Maya was abducted and I made sure they all saw what I did to that d

Chapter Twenty FiveMaya’s POV Alpha Aaron's fingers snap sharply against my face, a jarring wake-up call that pierces through the haze of confusion. "Stop being delusional," he commands, his voice carrying an authoritative edge. "Tell me why you set the room on fire."My eyes blink rapidly, the remnants of a fading dream mixing with the stark reality before me. As consciousness fully embraces me, the events leading up to this moment flood back—a room ablaze, my desperate attempt at attention, and now, the enigmatic figure known as Alpha Aaron demanding answers.I bite my lip, a nervous habit, and his piercing gaze captures the subtle gesture. His eyes, still ablaze in that mesmerising shade of red, seem to dissect my every thought. Avoiding his intense stare, I glance around the room, searching for a distraction from the weight of his scrutiny."Why did you do it?" he repeats, his voice firm. The question hangs in the air, demanding a response that I'm not entirely sure I can provid

Chapter Twenty Seven Maya’s POV The maid mistress, a stern figure with a cruel demeanour, poured dirty water over me, drenching my clothes. The shock of the cold water seeping through my attire left me shivering. "Stop wasting time and get to work Maya," she barked, her tone devoid of compassion. I tried to apologise, but my words were drowned out by her indifference.Ignoring my plight, she stomped her feet, her steps resonating with authority as she led the way towards the maid quarters. The scent of rotten fish clung to me, a reminder of the humiliating dousing I had endured. Beneath my breath, I whispered a mantra, a feeble attempt to find solace amidst the adversity. "At least I won't be a sex slave. It's better to be a maid than to let the devil touch any part of my body," I murmured, the words a fragile shield against the harsh reality unfolding around me.The head maid, an imposing figure with an air of authority, greeted us with a disdainful look. "Start work now. We have a

Chapter Twenty NineMaya’s POVIn the dimly lit kitchen, my nerves pulsed with urgency as I paced the cold tiles, anxiously awaiting the elusive chef who seemed to have vanished into thin air. With only an hour left until the grand ball, I couldn't afford any delays.Growing restless, I threw a worried glance at the clock, its hands ticking away like a metronome in sync with my racing heartbeat. Resolute, I abandoned my vigilant post and slipped into the kitchen's domain.The stainless steel surfaces gleamed in the pale light as I rummaged through the pantry, determined to take matters into my own hands. Pots clanged and utensils clattered as I set about preparing the extravagant dishes planned for the evening. My skilled hands moved with practised grace, a symphony of culinary finesse echoing through the kitchen.Yet, as the savoury aromas began to fill the air, there was an unexpected interruption. The head maid, mistress of the mansion, stormed into the kitchen, her eyes ablaze with