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She sat comfortably on my bed. "Attire her in only white underwear," Luna Trina told the maids as she passed us. She paused at the door with her back turned. "Concubine," she called me. "Yes, Your Luna," I answered her. "When you're dressed, lay down on your back until my mate comes to you." "Yes, Your Luna," I answered her. In her voice, I could hear sadness and pain. She hated that her mate would be having me tonight. She hated the fact that I was even his concubine.

“You heard the concubine; the mother Luna has requested for you to be in her chamber.” “I will get dressed and follow…” “You are to come now.” She said, stopping me. “I am not dressed.” “Then cover yourself with the blanket.” She said, and I took a deep breath. I held the sheets to my body and got up, careful not to expose my body. My eyes met the woman’s, and she forced me to look down at my feet. She walked ahead of me, and two concubines walked a step behind me, making sure that I didn’t run away. They knew that I would, and I had to admit, everything told me to just leave this hellhole that I was going to go to right now.

I whispered, the word feeling like a physical weight in my throat. Elder Mara stepped closer, her expression unmoved by my shock. “The concubine will serve only as a vessel for Alpha Lucen’s bloodline. A breeder for Alpha Lucen. You will remain the primary mate. Your title, your residence, your status—none of that will be altered.” “That’s not—” my voice cracked. “That’s not the point.” “The concubine will only serve to bear the heir,” another elder chimed in, dismissively. “You will lose nothing.”

I said with a calm voice. No one answered. ”if you didn’t know then I’ll tell you, it’s about the new concubine who hasn’t left his chambers in weeks and now parades herself by walking beside him like she belongs there.” I said spitefully. Kina snorted. “That’s old news.” Kina was young, very young and had been sold into Draco’s house as a young girl to be a part of his concubines. I looked at her, “it’s worse than you think,” I snapped. “I saw them myself.”

Her head servant stands composed beside her, watching the servant walk. The agitated servant hurries inside, and makes a beeline for the head servant. She whispers the Queen’s arrival to the older woman. The head servant’s eyes widens at the servant’s news. An action the first concubine catches through the mirror. “What is it?” She asks, while she admires herself at the mirror. “The Queen is here.” Concubine Su goes still at the words from her head servant. She has heard so much about the young Queen, and has been dying to meet her. She never dreamed that the young woman would be the first to call on her.

Veya POV The head guard stood a few steps away, his face carved from stone, his hawk eyes instantly assessing guilt. The three concubines bowed their heads with syrupy smiles, all grace, and deceit. “We were merely offering these two girls some wise advice,” the red-dressed concubine crooned, her smile soft and sweet like a spring blossom. “Exactly,” the blue-dressed one added with a prim nod. “Servants must learn proper etiquette.” Irine and I exchanged a look.

Indeed wealth has levels to it. She walked around the room savouring the sight before her. She moved to sit on the couch. It felt so soft and smooth as she ran her hands across the leather material. As she was engrossed in the view before her,she was unaware of the eyes that followed her all around. Elias stood at the top of the stairs and watched the little woman move about admiring the view. He was amused by her reactions and decided to watch her. After a while he walked down the stairs to meet her, even when he got to the end of the stairs she didn't seem to notice his arrival until he spoke.

Damon told them. “Then let us have breakfast with you, at least!” Bertha pleaded. But unfortunately for her Logan rushed in at the same time. “Damon, you need to see this.” “Well, it's better he's in the Pack office than here,” Bertha muttered quietly, smiling with satisfaction after Damon left. The other concubines giggled quietly. “Concubine Bertha,” I called. “Yes, my Luna.” She did a mock bow. “What are your duties as a concubine in this house?”

Third Person POV Getting into the Johnson estate was nearly impossible, but Carlos managed to slip past the outer perimeter, his tuxedo disheveled, his eyes wild. When he finally laid eyes on her in the grand ballroom, his breath hitched. This was not the Sophia he knew. She was draped in a white haute couture gown that hugged her figure, her hair swept up to reveal an elegant, swan-like neck. She wasn't the submissive assistant anymore; she was the radiant, untouchable Princess of the Johnson Family.

She knew this was a terrible thing and thinking about it was enough to get her feeling anxious. “Is that why you have no power to control the lord when he chooses to have his concubines?” Hilda sneakily spoke into her ear and that got Myan to stop walking. “What do you mean by concubines?” She furrowed her eyebrows, securing her grip on the gown she still had in her hand. “You didn’t know?” Hilda feigned surprise, raising one eyebrow at her. “The lord’s concubines are returning today, hence the reason behind his lack of hunt today.”