The Lycan Kings Breeder

AMELIA’S POV

“Amelia!”

I cursed under my breath at the sound of my name from the devil's mouth, my name in her mouth will forever be my worst nightmare.

“Don't let me call you again or your punishment will be doubled” She said, each word had an undertone that sent chills down my spine. She was always impatient when it came to melting out punishment.

I paused the cleaning I was doing and rushed to her room or should I say hell room. She was waiting by her makeup table with her hands crossed and her signature death glare on her face.

“Why is my table dusty?” she asked, her eyebrows raised, her eyes boring into my skull.

I avoided her eyes and kept my head slightly bowed as the hierarchy demanded a maid for Luna.

“Huh?” I asked, confused. I had just cleaned the table so how could it be dusty?

I felt a hard slap on the side of my head making me wince, “I don't repeat myself” she said, her voice dripping with venom. Where she had hit me stung but I dared not do anything.

“I just cleaned the table, Luna Chloe. I don't know how it is dusty” I replied with a shaky voice.

“So you are insinuating that I am a liar?” she asked, her eyes narrowed into deadly slits.

“No, no, Luna-”

I was interrupted by another hard slap and my ear being pulled. I whimpered from the pain, following whatever she pulled at, or else I could risk detaching it from my head.

“Please ma, please Luna… I will clean them again” I begged as tears gathered in my eyes from the pain.

She finally let go and hissed, “Everywhere in the room should be spotless, clean everything again, or else I will pull your ear from your head,” she said.

“Y..yes ma,” I said quickly with a nod. It was already noon and I had yet to eat anything, I spent the entire morning cleaning her room and now she wanted me to spend the entire afternoon cleaning it again.

She walked past me while muttering, “Such a useless existence, beauty without brains, I will show you why I'm Luna and you are just a filthy maid”.

As soon as she left, I slumped in relief. Her presence always had me on edge, which thinking about it was not surprising because she seemed to have a personal beef with me. She was the devil's incarnate and was known for her wickedness towards the maids but for some reason, mine was double wickedness. I heard from other maids that it was because she felt insecure about her appearance so she chose to torment those who were prettier than her. Some also said she didn't want any female to attract the alpha with their beauty so she mistreated the maids, especially the most beautiful ones to which I turned out to be one of them.

I never understood the logic to be punished or treated like trash for something I can't control but then, who am I to resist?

I was an orphan with nobody and I was also an Omega with a weak wolf, that was the bare bottom of the werewolf hierarchy. Life was pure hell for people like me, it was the ultimate torture.

People had a permanent mocking glance for me and their words were anything but sweet.

“Mutt”