Everything about my life has been filled with extreme pain since the day I was brought into the world. I was brought up in an orphanage home and was later taken as a slave for the pack.
Amidst my brooding, I didn't know when a scoff that sounded rebellious, fell out my lips.
A deafening silence enveloped the room and the only sound that I could hear was the ticking sound from the clock.
I slowly raised my head up and inhaled a shuddering breath. I locked eyes with Conan for a moment and I could see the hatred and anger plastered on his face. Oh! He must have thought that I scoffed at him.
"Did you just scoff at us?" I heard him ask as he leapt up and strode across me.
Words failed me at that moment. How was I supposed to tell him that I didn't intend to scoff at him, but at my pathetic life and misfortune?
I squirmed on the bare floor as he approached me, walking in a tiger-like tread, my heart froze as my mind was over clouded with fear. I ducked my face, staring at my feet in order to avoid those bloodshot eyes that pierced me in the skin.
"You have grown some wings, uh?" He said, towering over me. My heart froze at the aura his presence exuded, his scent covered my nose and he smelt like lavender and earth.
I felt his hand brush through my face, sending jolts of electricity down my skin. He smothered my hair with his hands, while I just stayed, shaky.
The way he touched me felt more like I was a prey about to be eaten by her predator.
Before I could say Jack Robinson, I felt his hands grab a fistful of my hair as he viciously jerked my head upright to face him. I winced in pain as he pulled me up with my hair.
He released his grip around my hair and turned to look at Claire who had the sheets pulled over her. He erupted in hysterical laughter and before I knew it, his open calloused arms landed on my left cheek.
"Ow" I winced as the jarring pain lingered on my cheek.
I lost balance for a second as I held my cheek in pain. As I tried to regain balance, another hit landed on my cheek. I squealed as I fell to the ground. My cheek heated up as if hot coals were placed on it.
"Ahhhhh" I groaned as I curled up on the floor, he grabbed another fistful of my hair as he crouched down beside me.
I heard Claire's soft chuckle and her voice made the hairs on my skin rise in irritation. I absolutely loathed her and the man that had caused me immense pain in barely 24 hours.
"You scoffed at me? Do you hate me?"
He poked me on the head fiercely, I was on the verge of bursting into tears.
"I didn't scoff at you" I managed to say.
"Are you trying to say that I am a liar?"
"N-No" I stuttered, shaking my head vehemently.
Elle growled inside of me, wishing she could come to my rescue but what could two weaklings do, than to accept their fate.
I hated both Conan and Claire but I loathed myself even more.
All my life, I have lived with a sense of inferiority, wondering why I couldn't have a perfect life like others. Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about.
I have never been bothered about how I looked or appeared to others but after experiencing this level of hate from Conan, then I was certain his hate must be triggered by my ugly appearance.
The only person who accepted me was Aniella.
To Aniella, I was like a flower who would boom like a princess when the time was right. She was the only one who made me feel like I deserved to live.
My face was covered with acne and different dark spots, my legs and hands were neither smooth nor pale, instead, it was littered with scars. Maybe that was why he developed a feeling of hatred when he discovered that I was his mate.
But it wasn't my fault! It wasn't like I created myself, why should I suffer for something that wasn't my fault.
I only caught a glimpse of Conan on the cover of a magazine. Claire had always sung high praises of Conan to Aniella's ear. I never really saw him until last night and when I addressed him as my mate, it wasn't because I was full of glee but it was because he was Claire's lover.
"Don't exhaust your energy on that scum,” Claire said to Conan whose gaze was fixed on me. He looked more like he was trying to pry into my soul.
"I would deal with her myself" Claire said, then attempted to stand but Conan motioned for her to remain where she was and like a sheep, she obeyed him.
My legs were weak and wobbly and my cheeks burnt with a sensation that sent jarring pain over my flesh.
Conan brushed his hands through his hair before averting his gaze to me, he had an expression that I couldn't really decode.
"You dared to scoff at me because the moon goddess made us mates?" Conan said in a low tone, it was more like a whisper.
I think he was trying not to let Claire know about our encounter in the woods and I was glad that he was trying to hide it from her because that would call for more taunts and trouble for me.
But, he had a mischievous grin that appeared like he was up to something dangerous and it involved me!
"C-Conan" I muttered and watched as his eyes grew wide.
I gasped on the realization of what I just called him.
"What did you say?" He tilted his head to the left as he raised a brow.
"You dare call me by name!" He added as I quivered in fear.
Before I could explain myself, another hit landed on my face. The tears that I was trying to hold in, fell on my cheek like a free fall.
I felt a warm fluid slowly sliding down my nostrils, I didn't need to be told about what it was because I already knew it was blood!
"How dare you call me by name, you worthless slave?"
"I am sorry," I pleaded. Well, it was the only thing I could do.
"Address me properly like the slave that you are," he yelled, which caused me to flinch.
"I am sorry, Master!" I sobbed.
My eyes glistened with more tears as I fiddled with the hem of my skirt with my fragile hands.
"You should have let me deal with her properly, only I can handle that thing better," I heard Claire say but I dared not raise my head up because of Conan.
"You think so?" Conan responded. I felt a pang in my heart, hearing how they both objectified me.
"I don't think so, I know so!"
"Is that a dare?" He turned to look at her.
"You know I love dares," Claire smiled, then winked at me.
My heart raced alongside my heart that wandered between the both of them. With me wondering what they had in store for me.
Lisa's POV I had gotten so carried away with feeling so relaxed to not have realized he had just suddenly barged into the laundry room. The day surely was going by like every normal day, up until he walked in. “Didn't you hear what I said?” he asked, now sounding more upset than when he entered. “Don't just stand there dawdling!!” he yelled. “Come here this minute!!” he added. I suddenly wondered why he wanted me standing right next to him. And the minute I got close, my wolf suddenly yelled. I could feel my whole body suddenly in need of his touch as he stared into my eyes. The scent I got coming from him was something my whole body craved to have a taste of. But I couldn't, and that made my wolf so sad. He held on to my face as he kept on sniffing me. I wondered why he did that as we were all alone in the laundry room. And was praying so hard not to be seen by Claire. The scent grew stronger and stronger as he drew me close to himself. And then I couldn't help it, I ha
Lisa’s POV“Why would you even give me such a dare?” Conan asked, standing up to his feet, as he walked up to me.He stared down at me, who was suddenly having difficulty breathing.My whole body was in pain, yet I could feel my wolf so energetic from within myself.I looked up realizing he had gotten close to where I knelt with my head lowered to the ground.That makes better sense now… I thought to myself.Having me at a close range around me, made my wolf so energetic as it craved so bad to have him touch me.He held on to my face, lifting it up and staring into my eyes.“I can work with keeping her for now” he said, looking at me with disgusted eyes.I guess he had felt irritated with the acne on my face and unkempt self.“But, she will have to be in the cell with the other slaves,” he said.“I don't want her anywhere too close to me,” he added.I felt so hurt hearing him talk about not wanting me around him.At the mention of that, tears that had been welled up in my eyes for a w
*LISA* The silence broke as I mutely prayed to the moon that he wouldn't blow my cover. Even though Alpha Conan disrespected his self-absorbed lady, it won't come as a surprise to me because I've only known him for a short while and I know he will go to any length to make me suffer. "Ignore it," His tone was harsh. “You cannot pull a fast one on me, what compromised state?" She maintained so she walked to stand between us. “After taking a shower, I enter the room butt naked, and there she was with wide eyes." He replied. Without holding back or even telling a white lie. Such a dumb person for a mate. I thought silently. "To be clear, what was she doing in your room?" Claire's voice reeks of resentment and hatred. "What chores does a slave perform around the house?" Conan seemed disinterested as he took a sip from his beverage. "I requested her to organize my closet, but she took an eternity to do it.” If he couldn't tell a clever white lie, can he at least be honest, my tho
*CONAN* I didn't wait to shut the door before Claire entered. I poured myself a shot of my strongest booze from the minibar in my room's lovely end, and I quickly downed the entire thing. My teeth were clenched as I swallowed the unpleasant, brown liquid, closing my eyes. She entered with a visibly angry expression on her face. "What in the name of skies is wrong with you?""What do you mean?" "First you left me in the kitchen, moving so quickly that I didn't even get a chance to see your back, and now you're here, drinking yourself to death? How wonderful.” "Don't even dare to pull the trigger and hide behind it."“What is consuming you so deeply?” Her lovely eyes tilted toward my form. "Say something sensible,"“Like you're that smart, I suppose.”"Stop playing this game. You will just make me turn away from you.”“You humiliated me by listening in on my chat, and then you made a fool of me. When I politely declined, how could you ask for an explanation in front of a mere slav
*LISA* “You are bleeding, Lisa.” The sponge is removed from my grasp and thrown into the sink by him. "If you want to thrive, you need first aid care.” "Beta Damien, it's just a scratch and a few punctures here and there, nothing really." I kept my face hidden from him so as not to frighten the second person who has been helpful to me for a very long time. The fact that I wept through the entire night and into this morning frightened me the most since I know that my face will be severely swollen, making me doubly unattractive. Therefore, it's a risk I'm not willing to take. "Says the crybaby." He made fun of me while rinsing the soap off my hands in the sink, my hands in his. "Since you love orders so much, I'm ordering you to go get first aid right away." His calm voice seemed more like a plea. "Alpha Conan..." "I'll take care of that okay?" I'll be honest; I wasn't quite sold on the concept. If Alpha Conan scared people so much, how much more I that have tasted his vile? I wou
*LISA* I woke up before five o'clock. Thanks to Beta Damien, I felt relaxed and energized. Fortunately, Claire or Alpha Conan didn't rudely disrupt my sleep out of pure evil. I used polythene to wrap my bandaged leg to keep it dry while I was taking a shower because I might not have the good fortune to visit the doctor again. Joanna was correct, but her counsel was unsolicited. Unexpectedly, five o'clock arrived sooner. I waited for Joanna to arrive while standing at the gate in my shower robe. When she saw me at the gate, she was taken aback. I smiled. "I'll assume you got a good night's sleep." She unlocked the door, let me out, and then locked it again. "There is no time for frivolities, so hurry up and get into the shower.” She is too cocky, and my smile froze. Now, pleasantries are frivolities? Whatever she may think of herself, she must get off her high horse immediately or I will do her the favour soon. not even a hello or how's your head or knee? It's hardly unreasonabl
*CONAN* I was happy to see the surprise on her face when she looked at me with complete disgust alongside the other ladies. I yearned to witness her pain—physical, emotional, and otherwise. Perhaps the glitzy emotions that have always drawn us against our will would fade.By this point, I had assumed that my wolf must have given up on her, but with each passing day, I grow more and more distant from my own wolf. *_She's being pushed over her breaking point, and I hope you don't regret it.*_ It issued a warning. _*I would like to regret it for the rest of my days if freedom is the emotion of regret.*_ My mind and my beast are at battle once more. *_What happens when she is welcomed into someone else's arms?*_ *_This is one of history's most incredible threats right now. I'll give the unlucky fellow a bar of raw gold even though no one can look at her twice.*_ I boasted. *_You didn't bother to check on her welfare after you abandoned her while she was in poor condition.*_ And
*LISA* Is this how he always keeps his room tidy? Or was it simply another day like that? *_It is not your concern._* My wolf exploded. Was he reading the book on his table before I interrupted him? He became more seductive and extra as a result. Books have been my constant friend with Ariella for a very long time. Since inanimate items cannot reject me or talk down on me, they have become one of my love languages. *_Lisa, put down the hamper and leave._* My wolf quarrelled. Never once have I had a need to argue with my wolf. Since we are both weaklings, we needed each other above all else. What baffles me is her recent fixation with a man who forced me to endure the unfathomable. *_He remains your partner._* *_You own it, not me. Only if you leave this body and mate with him will you be able to have him._* I turned to see Beta Damien sitting on the chair next to the small library. "I hope I'm not bothering you.” “In no way. You've already done enough with organizing