Hëna Arranged by The Moon

Vika's POV

"Take off her shirt." The cold order stabbed into my ears.

Shian, Princess Devi's chief maid, stripped my blouse off and dragged me to face a floor-length mirror.

I was forced to kneel on the cold stone floor. Through the mirror, I clearly saw the spoiled brat of a royal sitting cross-legged on the bench at the end of her bed. Her fingers toyed with her black curls. The look on her face told me that she wanted to rip me into pieces.

"You lowly, filthy Omega!” She grabbed the whip next to her teacup. “Maybe the next time you bring my breakfast, you’ll be sure that none of it is cold!” Princess Devi screeched. “You really need to learn how to serve your masters!”

Ouch! I felt the thick straps of the whip she held so tightly in her grip scrape against my skin as she swung it at me.

I saw myself in the mirror with my upper body nearly naked. Warm blood flowed from my shoulder as my skin broke. With fists clenched at my sides, I gritted my teeth against the pain.

She liked showing her physical strength by using tools since she had shifted several days ago.

Finding some stupid excuses to whip her maid's topless body was Princess Devi's latest favorite entertainment.

Why topless body? Because no one else would ever know how cruel our esteemed Princess Devi was as long as they couldn't see the wounds.

She was the only daughter of the late Alpha king and his queen. I heard they were great and merciful. Obviously, Devi did not inherit those good traits from her parents.

Woosh!

The second, third, fourth... I saw my body shaking. Each whipping smacked my dignity.

‘Hang in there, Vika. Don't fight back. She’s the princess, and I am just a maid. There's no use to reason with a spoiled royal. I guess I'll just have to deal with it.’

I took a deep breath and reasoned with my angry self.

‘Don't do anything stupid, Vika. She's the future Luna. Don't hit a royal. Don't cause any trouble for your family.’

More whips fell on my back. My lungs heaved in my chest and blood boiled in my veins. I put my entire body weight on my fist pressed against the floor. Only then could I suppress my anger and prevent myself from throwing my fist at the abuser.

No begging, no crying. I just stared at her face wrinkled with anger over my bloodied shoulder through the mirror.

"What's that look on your face? Are you staring at your face in the mirror? You sh*tty Omega! Look at your ugly face! You're the ugliest she-wolf I've ever laid eyes on!" she shouted like a maniac.

The mirror honestly reflected my green eyes and blonde hair. I was pleased to look at it, but it never mattered to me. It wasn't as if I had any privileges because of it.

Suddenly, Devi grabbed my arms. Her long and sharp red nails dug into my skin. Great, new cuts on my arms.

I looked down at her face. She was scared. I could read how she felt from her brown eyes. Not only fear but also anger and doubt were visible. Those emotions revealed that Devi was not as strong as me, physically and mentally, even if I couldn't shift until midnight.

If I were not an Omega, not her maid, I would easily tear that whip out of her hands and turn it around on her.

But I couldn't.

"Get down on your knees and beg me! Say you were wrong!" she shouted in my ear.

Tightening my lips, I gritted my teeth until I thought my jaw would snap. I could be forced to kneel, but I wouldn't give this spoiled princess the pleasure of seeing me cry or hearing me beg.

"What an unruly, ugly Omega!"

Devi yanked me by my hair and threw me to the ground. She kicked me in the stomach with the tip of her high heels.

I groaned, wrapping my stomach with my arms, but she began to kick my arms. The cuts her red nails left on my arm started to bleed. My stomach and arms were bruised, but no one would ever find out about it.

Thank the moon goddess. As long as I shifted at midnight, the bruises and cuts would heal quickly.

Finally, she got enough out of her and stopped kicking me.

"Shian and you." She released my arm, called her favorite maid, and pointed to another Gamma.

"I'm tired. Train her. I'll enjoy my breakfast without that damn cold butter." Throwing her whip to the floor, Princess Devi stretched and left the bedroom with her pride and crown.