Daisy Sheldon's fate entwines with ruthless Lycan King, Alpha Aiden, her parents' killer. Once captive to her stepfamily's cruelty and being handed over to Aiden by her stepbrother. Daisy's forced servitude under Aiden sparks treacherous emotions, lust, and hatred. As Aiden's slave, she faces degrading ordeals, complicated by forbidden pleasure in his touch. Her parents' killer, Aiden's touch, ignites forbidden passion, testing her resolve for revenge. Torn between sizzling passion, forbidden feelings and revenge, Daisy must confront ancient prophecies, treacherous forces, and her heart.
Chapter 1 Painful Experience
Daisy's POV::
"Hurry up, slave. You still have a lot to clean around here." Twenty-five years old, Anna, my step sister slurred as she poured wine on the white tiled floor I'd just scrubbed.
With a smirk on her face, she gave her friends a high five.
"I wonder what the Alpha would say if he finds you standing there instead of doing your job."
"I already scrubbed that floor, Anna," I mumbled, my hands getting numb from all the scrubbing I've been doing since morning.
She took a few steps closer. "What did you say?"
Silence. I knew what it would cost me if I said a word. So i did what I knew how to do best. Keep quiet.
"I'm sorry."
But Anna was already bored and needed to teach me my place. "Incase you have forgotten. Alpha Aaren is the only reason you're still alive, let alone live in the palace. Left to me, I'd let the guards eat you for dinner, you wench!" She grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it backward so I could look her in the face.
"Why don't you talk back now, uh? Are you suddenly mute? Oh, your good for nothing mother didn't tell us you were born deaf," her friends giggled, and she smirked as if pleased with her jokes. "I forgot. She died before she could tell me. What a weak ass woman. Just like her daughter."
I couldn't control the tears that followed. Hot, painful tears that rolled down my cheeks as I was ridiculed.
It's not like I opted to be a slave but fate led me here. My parents had died in the great war, leading us to migrate to the city to hide when I was just two. Life hasn't been great since then. I was the youngest of all five children, the only child of my mother, while the other four belonged to Ma Sydney, my stepmother.
They were all the same. Treating me like I was a slave and reminding me often that my being in the palace was a privilege.
To make matters worse, I didn't have a wolf. Or at least I did and just didn't know how to transform. Either way, I was weak and alone. Today was my birthday and I'd be turnimg twenty two but who cares. Not my siblings who thought I was a waste since I haven't had a mate as well. I wasn't planning on celebrating it as well. I never did.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" I turned around to see who was singing in a whisper. "Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!"
It was Lena, my only friend who was a slave in the palace as well. She was the only one who ever showed me kindness, and I reciprocated this act also any chance I get. Now, here she was holding a muffin with a tiny bone dug in it and wishing me a happy birthday.
"What is happy about today, Lena?" I sniffled and continued scrubbing.
Lena rushed over and dropped the muffin before me.
"Everything, Daisy. Everything. Sometimes, we have to create our own happiness in the midst of all our problems. It could be worse."
I gritted my teeth, frustrated about how Lena couldn't understand. She could never. "Not while I'm here rotting away! It's different for you, Lena. You're here at will. Not forced into slavery like me."
Her face fell, and I knew then that I'd hurt her with my words. But before I could speak any further, she rose abruptly.
"Just so you know, no one ever wishes be a slave at will." She mumbled and stormed off.
I sighed. I am so miserable that I can't even keep a friend.
Nighttime came, and I was serving the royal family at the table. I was weak and exhausted, but I wouldn't dare show it on my face. I had to put my chin up and serve them.
"I heard from neighboring packs while I was out walking that the Lycans are closing in." Ma Sydney started to say, her bold red lips twitching to a side. "I had a vision last night."
Everyone raised their heads. Everyone in BloodMoon knew Sydney's visions were never missed. That was her unique gift.
Aaren spoke first. "What did you see, mother?"
"The devil. I can see him walking into this place..."
Anna scoffed and murmured. "He sure wants to die if he tries that."
"If you love yourself and this palace, you'll shut the hell up and listen," Aaren snapped, his fork dropping on the floor.
I quickly moved over and grabbed the fork before giving him another one. I bowed and went back to my corner. Watching, listening. Wanting to know every little details about this new information.
Sydney continued to speak. "He will come here and try to bargain. Give him whatever he asks. Or we will have ourselves to blame."
Who could this person be? How cruel can he be for Ma Sydney to refer to him as the devil? Why are they all so afraid of him despite the power we hold? I asked myself these questions but knew better than to blurt them out.
"That bastard! The nerve he has to even plan to come here after killing our father and sending us out of our territory!"
Oh! So, that's who they are talking about. The one who killed my father and mother during the war and led us here into hiding. This means he already knows where we are hiding.
I couldn't listen to anything else they were saying as I was too overwhelmed by this information. If he's coming here, why don't we prepare to fight him? Why should we stroke his ego and give him what he wants? I haven't met him, but I hated his guts. I hated him to the core and wished I could dig my fingers through his throat if I had a wolf.
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