Page 31 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“Yes, Alpha,” I stutter.

“If they demand more from you than just food and drinks, you’ll deliver!”

Wait a moment…what? He wants me to prostitute myself to these guys? I feel the disgust filling me. He must notice the change in my expression because his eyes get darker, flashing sudden wrath.

“Don’t you ever look at me like that again,” he hisses and slaps me so hard it sends me flying to the ground. I taste iron on my lips. Damn, that bastard! He grabs me by my throat and pulls me up again. Unfortunately, he is the only one who isn’t scared of me. His eyes darken as he commands, “You will be on your best behavior in front of our guests. I want no trouble for as long as they are here!” I feel his powerful aura washing over me, engulfing me fully and suppressing my free will. “And if our guests want you to spread your legs for them, you’ll do it.”

In my mind, I scream and yell, but all I can do now is nod, unable to break his command. Sereia whimpers in my mind.

He lets go of me and hands me a list. “Take that to Ludovica,” he commands. “Here is a list of everyone I want as servants tomorrow. Only the prettiest of you pathetic girls,” he spits. “At least you’ll finally be useful for once. Tonight, you will all be given dresses and makeup. You need to look decent for tomorrow.”

My fingers shake slightly when I take the piece of paper, but I try to suppress my fear and anger. “Now, get out of here,” he growls. “My son is coming.”

I nod, bowing my head before stepping back. I hear the door opening behind me. I’m well aware Alpha Colton is watching how I act around his son, so I make sure not to look anywhere near Benjamin as I step outside, pretending he isn’t there.

As I close the door behind me, I hear the alpha roar, my ears hearing the sound of him slapping his son, followed by the sound of books crashing down. “You will not look at that filthy bitch ever again,” he yells in a fury.

Benjamin is saying something, but I can’t make it out. The alpha hits him again, by the sound of it, with what has to be his belt or something similar. Benjamin doesn’t speak anymore, and I hurry my way out of there. I might dislike Benjamin, but I don’t want to stand by and witness how his cruel father abuses him further.

Instead, I hurry back to Ludovica, my heart hammering against my chest madly. What the hell am I going to do now? These men coming tomorrow…they are warriors and will be eager to get their hands on us. I’m sure Alpha Colton will put the other omegas and slaves under an alpha command too. We don’t stand a chance and it’s too late now to run away.

I’m not prepared for this.

When I find Ludovica, she is alone. She looks up to greet me, but her eyes widen with worry when she sees me. “Goodness, Freya, your face!” She grabs a towel and holds it under some cold water before pressing it against my cheek.

“Here,” I say and hand her the list.

She takes a quick look at it, instantly knowing what it means. “Oh no,” she mutters.

“We can’t protect anyone this time,” I mutter sadly.

“I know.”

I look at her with determination. “I’ll make sure to be as charming as possible tomorrow, so they will ask for me and not Ryllis or one of the others.”

Ludovica looks horrified. “No, that’s not right either, Freya.”

“But I have to,” I say with emphasis. “I can take it, Ludovica. Make sure I look my best tomorrow.”

Ludovica doesn’t say much, and I know this has to be hard for her. She wants to protect us all, but it’s just not possible. “I wish I could protect you,” she says bitterly. “I’ve always tried, but I’m running out of strength too…I…”

I look at her in consideration, remembering Emmanuel’s and my talk. Despite her age, Ludovica is a beautiful woman. She has thick white hair that’s always perfectly brushed, deep blue eyes, and a sophisticated oval face shape. Only a few wrinkles grace her face. I’m sure she was a stunner as a young woman because she is still alluring even now. “Ludovica,” I mutter. “You never told us your story…”

“Can’t you guess it?” she asks sadly, looking into my eyes.

I stare at her, something in my chest churning. So, Emmanuel’s assumptions are accurate? “Alpha Colton, he is your—”

She puts a finger on my lips. “Don’t say it out loud. Never say it. It might cost us our lives otherwise.”

“I will take the secret to my grave,” I say seriously. It makes so much sense now. He probably didn’t want a lowly omega, as he calls them, but the bond prevented him from killing her, so he kept her as a side piece. And she…as the kind and beautiful soul she is, she pushed her pain and sorrow aside and tried to use her special position to help us.

“Let’s get you and the others to the fitting room as the alpha ordered,” she says, changing the subject. “I’ll gather everyone there.”

I hate this place with every fiber of my being, and I hate that the alpha wants to prostitute me to these guests like I’m a disposable object. However, the little girl in me can’t help but get excited over the beautiful dresses surrounding us now. Ludovica has organized the fitting to the alpha’s wishes. Not even two hours later, Ryllis, Gina, and I are gathered in a beautiful room with the other girls on the alpha’s list. Some of the higher-ranking she-wolves of the pack are waiting for us to help with our outfits. We don’t have much contact with them usually. Actually, I hardly ever see regular pack members around, but to my surprise…they are nice. Some of them look at us sometimes with sad expressions on their faces, but they don’t ever comment.

Neither do we.

It’s just so exciting to feel normal for once, and soon we are all chatting and giggling together. A bubbly young woman with curly brown hair, tends to me in particular and actually compliments me for my hair.

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