Phantomhive Servants

Vienna was only nine when her life was stolen from her. She had no memories of her past. Child of the devil. A curse. That was what the pack called her as they sneered, bullied, and beat her. Until one day, a man dragged her into his home and made her a slave. From then on, her days were filled with chains, her nights with torment. But hope flickered when she saw her mate. Alpha Froylan. But the hope was shattered with his cruel words of rejection. Fleeing in despair, Vienna was attacked by vampires but her body erupted in flames, a blaze she never knew she carried, burning the monsters to ash. However, the fire consumed her too, and fell into the abyss. In the mighty Gargantilla Kingdom, the throne of the Royal Lycans, a family mourned the loss of their eldest daughter, stolen from them ten years ago. She was the Crowned Queen Luna, twin to Princess Helena. When the servants found a girl floating in the river, barely alive, the truth came crashing back. Their Luna had returned, scarred, broken, and silenced by suffering. Through the Eye, the royals saw every torment she had endured. They saw the blood, the chains, the rejection. And they gave an order. Vengeance. The task fell upon Princess Helena. Arrogant. Ruthless. A monster in her own right. She would avenge her sister and show the world why she was not a princess to be trifled with. And so Helena began her hunt. With a smile as sharp as her knives, she lured Alpha Froylan into her trap. She made him fall for her, made him believe in love again. When he proposed marriage, she accepted with open arms. But this was not a union. This was the beginning of her revenge.

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

In a world where rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the pack wolves, life seems like it's about to get worse for ten year old Nadia whose rogue camp was recently torn apart by slavers. Separated from her family, Nadia finds herself purchased by the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack who is five years older than her. The Red Moon pack isn't known for its kindness and is instead known for its strength, fierceness, and overall dominance over other packs. Nadia expects her master to be cruel to her, but instead he’s nice and treats her well. While cold at first over the years Maddox learns to open his heart to his slave and build a bond with her, after all she is special to him, but only he knows why. The other slaves and servants of the packhouse bully Nadia for her special treatment and do everything they can to make her life miserable. The Alpha's mother and uncle don't like her and don't like how the pretty rogue slave. They thinks she distracts him finding his mate. Eight years later, Maddox is Alpha of the pack after his father was killed in a war against another pack several years ago. Now, that Nadia is eighteen it's time for Maddox to claim his slave. While others think he is bedding his slave for fun or as a breeder, it's much more than that because his slave is his mate and he will be demanded if anyone else has her, but him. No one knows how valuable Nadia is and who she is to the Alpha, but when the truth comes out everything changes. Will his family stop him from claiming her as his mate and if so how far will they go?

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"