Prologue

Andra winched painfully as she slowly peeled her eyes open. She was laying down on the cold cement floor with her hands and legs chained up.

She tried to articulate her thoughts and remember how she got into her situation in the first place when the big iron door was pushed open and a man as large as life walked in.

She has never seen someone that big before.

He was wearing a black pants and a black hoodie which covered almost half of his face.

"You're awake, I thought I'll have to hit you with another wolfsbane." He grumbled. Andra was put in a trance by his voice. His voice was so deep and strong, she has never heard a man sound like that before.

She was so focused on his voice when the realization of what he said and the position she was in hit her.

"Wh….. what?" She stuttered.

"Bring me the water pitcher, it seems like this bitch isn't fully awake yet." He ordered in a disrespectful, malicious tone to his slaves.

Before Andra could think of anything, her face was splashed with water, she coughed violently as the water hit her nose and mouth forcefully.

She made to stand up but a force grip on her jaw sat her back on the floor. A loud growl resonated through the dungeon and Andra shivered.

That was the most powerful growl she ever heard. It forced submission through her body and she laid limp on the floor.

"That's it, bitch. Respect your King." He stated and grabbed her jaw again. Andra shook away his hold on her and glared weakly at him. Her body was weak, including her system, she must have been injected with wolfsbane, she wasn't thinking clearly.

"Who are you, why am I here?" She questioned.

A sharp sting on her cheek made her eyes droopy for some minutes and her teeth connecting with her jaw.

"You don't reject my touch, you stinking daughter of a cunt! You are nothing but a slave, you are not worthy of being a slave." He spattered and spit on her before taking a step back.

"I am not a slave, I am not……" She couldn't complete her sentence and a heavy blow landed on both cheek.

One by one her brain started to reset. Things started getting clearer to her.

Wolfsbane. Struggles. Big Lycans. Pain. Dungeon.

Damn, she had been kidnapped.

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She pulled on the shackles around her hand forcefully as they burned and bruised her pale skin. "What do you want?" She growled.

Pain was like a normal dose of medicine for her at the moment, she wasn't feeling the pains nor did she flinch.

"What I want is simple, Monet girl, I want you to suffer." He grumbled sardonically and groaned. "I can't wait to start with you."

"Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck am I here? What is all this!" She yelled frantically.

"Bow to your king and your owner, slave. To you it is, Master."

Andra carefully put down a pot of hot soup at the center of the dining table and walked towards the living room.

She was the illegitimate daughter of the Gamma. In her 18 years of life she lived as their family's servant to feed herself scraps to live.

"Dinner is ready, Mr Monet." She bowed differentially and then walked back to the kitchen while pulling the floor length dress with her. That was an old dress of her stepsister, because as a servant she naturally doesn't have the right to wear a new one.

She grabbed a small ceramic bowl and poured the bean soup inside before going back to the living. Upon getting to the room she saw her stepmother and step siblings already sitting down around the table, Andra dropped the bowl on the table in front of her father and sat down on the floor, her head bowed.

As they eat in silence, her step sister, Mona, couldn't help but throw jabs at her. "We should always investigate your food before eating, who knows, you might end up poisoning all of us one day."

Andra stayed silent which seemed to make Mona furious.

"Lucky you, you wouldn't want to be banished from the pack just like your mother was." Her stepmother cajoled. Unlike her daughter, she always knew how to hurt Andra.

Andra felt like she had been physically slapped.

Her hands were clinching, but Andra tried her best to hold back the tears.

“It’s okay Andra,” she comforted herself internally, “You will have a nice date with your boyfriend, and you just need to tolerate their cliche for a short time.”

The last time she fought back to defend her mother, she was told the secret behind her birth. The truth was that her mother was a pack whore and seduced Gamma, when her stepmother was pregnant and that she is the daughter of a vicious bitch.

She wanted to be the Gamma's chosen mate and when she couldn't get this, she dropped her newly borned daughter at the door of the Gamma's house just several weeks after the birth of her stepsister. A very bad move.

"You're the daughter of a bitch." Said her father when she was old enough to know who and what her mother did.

And that explained why her life as the family's servant, she was born with a deep sin to live a horrible life and get judged by her mother's deeds.

She made to stand up from the floor but Ivan, her young stepbrother's words stopped her.

"And who will wash the dishes when we're done? Sit your ass back down, bitch." Ivan scoffed.

Andra gasped and quickly covered her mouth with her palm.

"Are you angry right now? Do you think you deserve better? Do you feel mistreated? That is what you get by being a shame to this family, to this pack." Her stepmother said to her. Andra's eyes burned with unshed tears and her hands shaking. She was having it again. That panic attack.

"No one is going to help you so you better stop with the antics and sit back down." Mona told her. When she didn't sit down Ivan stood up from his chair and pulled her down by her hair, she had no strength to fight, if she fought him her punishment would have been higher.

"She is crying. Oh girl, you haven't seen nothing." Mona mocked her and winked.

Andra sat on the floor motionlessly as they ate dinner in front of her, while she was being mistreated, her father didn't say a single word nor defend her.

She shouldn't have been surprised.

*****

At night.

Andra left the house and started walking towards the forest. Soon enough she got to the riverside but Mick, her boyfriend, wasn't there yet.

"Maybe he is currently training." She muttered and sat down on a rock and sipped her legs into the water, splashing them and creating ripples.

After having such a long day all she wanted was to be in Mick's for the night while they played around the water, all she wanted was to see him pull off his shirt and show her that thick muscles underneath.

Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, heat gathering in her core.

She couldn't wait to see Mick, she couldn't wait for them to devour each other.After such a terrible day she really needs his comfort and support.

After waiting for a few minutes, she smelled his scent, he was nearby.

She stood up from the rock and turned to face him.

"Why did you keep me waiting? I have been waiting for you since and you couldn't even text me to let me know that you'll be late." She complained bitterly.

Mick pushed his hands inside his pants pocket and shrugged "I didn't remember to text you and I know that you don't go around with your phone at night so I didn't even bother by the way you were here and that's all that matters." He responded.

Andra took a step towards him and tried to touch him but he quickly raised his hand up, stopping her.

"I'm here to tell you that this should be our last meeting in this place. I can't see you anymore." He told her.