Page 13 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

We all giggle again.

“Shhh,” Ludovica admonishes, looking both amused and sad at the same time. “Don’t let them overhear you. I’ll make sure you all get something to eat later.” She looks at us. “When the warriors come, I want all girls under the age of twenty-two in the basement. Freya and Emmanuel will serve them. Send some of the older girls and guys upstairs.”

We all nod in unison. No one wants to cross the warrior's path here. The more innocent they are, the more the men are interested. It’s truly gross. We continue to work in silence until Ludovica starts sending the young girls downstairs, and others appear to take over. She always says it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Finished,” I announce. “I’ll start preparing the plates.”

“Just in time,” Ludovica praises me. “The alpha is eating in his suite today. I’ll bring him his food. But be careful; his son is here.”

The young alpha, I call him Dickhead, though his real name is Benjamin, is a spoiled rotten piece of trash. It’s no surprise, though, considering how his father raised him to believe he is the Goddess’ gift to women and superior to all other beings.

Everyone looks nervously at each other. “I can serve him.” I sigh. “He is still scared of me.” Not that I even know why.

“Oh, I know…” Emmanuel grins cheekily. “I heard that when the windows burst one shard pierced very close to his little dingdong.”

I cover my mouth to suppress the giggle that escapes.

“How did you even do that?” one girl whispers.

“I still don’t think it was me,” I admit. “You know I can’t shift and don’t have any gifts.”

“Yeah, but…” They look at each other skeptically before Ludovica interrupts.

“Let’s leave it there,” she commands. I know why she does it. She doesn’t want too much attention on me and what happened that day. I’m surprised the alpha didn’t kill me as soon as he found out what happened. He punched me hard enough to put me into the infirmary for a while, but other than that, he claimed it was merely a coincidence.

Maybe he is just too arrogant to believe he could be wrong about demoting me to slave status. Ludovica strongly believes his ignorance is a gift; in my case, I should lie low. Dickhead, however, will turn eighteen in a few days, giving him even more power within this pack. That’s just what we need—another sociopath leading alongside his sociopathic father.

“I’m not his type, anyway,” I say, interrupting the others who are still discussing the issue. I grab the biggest plate for Dickhead, and another one for his insufferable best friend. “Anyone want to spit in it?” I ask.

Emmanuel grins as the others giggle. Ludovica shakes her head but smiles at us. “Get moving, my sweeties.”

We all nod. The others take their plates, and we shuffle into the large dining room. Dickhead glares at me as I approach him, as does his future beta with the pea-sized brain. I put on my usual poker face, refusing to show them an ounce of fear or emotion.

“Psycho bitch,” one of Dickhead’s friends snarls at me. “Why do we always end up with her?”

I ignore him completely, smiling as I place his plate in front of him. My smile seems to scare him more than anything else.

Goddess, I wish I remembered what happened the day they tried to force themselves on me!

Sereia, can’t you remember?

She remains suspiciously quiet.

You can!

Not really,she finally answers.Freya, if I had actual answers, I would give them to you, but while I might remember what happened that day, I don’t know why it did.

When everyone has their plate in front of them, Dickhead glares at me. “Get lost now!”

“I don’t know why your father hasn’t just killed her, Benji,” one of the guys says.

“Maybe she’s a witch,” another snarls. “She has green eyes, after all!”

Wow…Sereia’s voice trails off. Even she seems speechless by that much idiocy.

Probably read it in one of his old children’s books,I tell her.

I doubt he even read it,she concludes dryly.Probably just looked at the pictures.

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