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ISLAI glared at her with all of the anger and hatred I felt. I had yet to understand why the packs let such cruel and uncouth people like the King and his daughter rule us. However, I could understand the fear they felt. We all felt it. I felt like I had failed my father. In the one moment when I was supposed to prove that I was his daughter and that he had truly taught me well, I failed him. Since I was a kid, he had always told me that one day I would grow up to stand against the tyrannical rule of King Nathan. I had asked my father often that if he hated the King that much, then why didn't he just take him out himself? Besides, he was in charge of the army. He replied to me with a sad smile and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Sometimes, for the future to be pleasant, the present has to be unpleasant.” Riana must have seen the hatred in my eyes because her frown deepened before she brought down the whip on my arms this time. I fought back the tears as pain seized my muscles a

ISLAI was hated, greatly. If I didn't know it before, I definitely know it now. The other maids didn’t waste this opportunity to show me. The maids were rough with me. Their touch was much too aggressive, and they scrubbed me like they were trying to clean the color away from my skin, whimpering with each stroke. They whispered amongst themselves like I wasn’t there. “I thought she was here to serve!” One of them said, “Of course not! She only dressed as a maid to seduce master Bruce!” Another responded.“Even though. That means that she won’t be a slave anymore. She’ll be his mistress. Why does she always get the good things?” “Yes, why am I the one blessed enough to be a slut for that pig?” I broke into their conversation with a snort. “Why don’t I give one of you the opportunity instead? Since you all badly want Master Bruce.” I called his name just the way the second maid had. They exchanged looks between themselves, then faced me once again with cold eyes and a sneer. They

ISLAThe next time I woke up, I was on something very, very soft. The atmosphere smelled of rain and flowers and whatever I was on went on forever. I stretched my arms and legs as wide as I could and saw no end. Was this the paradise my father had spoken of? I wondered. My eyes were closed so all I saw was darkness. Where was the light? Then it dawned on me and my eyes opened sharply. The light struck my retina and I hissed at the discomfort. It was when I saw the fancy chandelier dangling from the fancy ceiling that I realized I was on royal property. In Alpha Kian’s property. I had accidentally slept off in his arms the day before.I mentally face-palmed myself as I took in the rest of the surroundings. From the plush curtains over the large window behind and beside me. The ornate furnishing with gold trimmings. The mirror with delicate glass and bright lighting. The many doors that led to many different rooms I couldn’t tell. The man sitting on the chaise lounge directly opposite

ISLANot even hell was as hot as this kitchen. We had cooked at least six different meals and it wasn't even noon yet. I looked around the kitchen at the other girls who seemed very engrossed in their work, sweat forming patterns on their uniforms and dripping down their faces and yet, neither of them relented. Was this a normal thing? I turned my focus back to the chicken I was cooking, my stomach growling loudly as the smell hit my nose. All these delicious delicacies and not one will touch my tongue. Syria had educated me on the “etiquettes” of the King's kitchen. Tasting food meant for him was forbidden. How the hell was I supposed to restrain myself from doing this? Well, seeing how I'd gone days back in my pack without any food or water, I won't act like I had a meal everyday so I knew what perseverance felt like. “Isla! Were you meant to stare at the chicken or cook it?”A couple of girls burst out laughing behind me, bringing me back from my daydream. A sigh escaped my

KIAN. Something was wrong with me.I had spent the better part of the morning looking for a reason to be angry, and the infuriating thing was that I couldn't find one.The reports on my desk were in order. The northern patrols had returned safely. Nobody had challenged my authority, and no urgent matter demanded my attention.Yet I wanted to tear something apart.I shoved a report aside, sending it skidding across the desk.“Your Majesty?”“Speak.”David, my Beta, glanced at the scattered papers before stepping farther into my study. “The commanders at the western border have requested additional men. They believe the recent rogue activity may be more organized than we initially suspected.”“Then give them the men.”“I would, but that would leave the eastern border—”“David.” I raised my eyes to his. “Did I ask you to explain why something cannot be done, or did I tell you to do it?”His mouth tightened. “You told me to do it.”“Then do it.”He fell silent.Usually, David knew better