Seven

"This way, miss," Kate, the maid that was appointed to Kyra said as she opened the door at the top floor of the east wing.

Kyra looked at the men who held her by the arm on both sides with a deep frown. They ignored her expression, pulling her into the room in force.

"Don’t try to escape, we are standing right outside the door," the guard grunted out as he left her with the maid.

Kyra stepped into the room, slightly stunned at how elegant it was. "I don’t think I’m supposed to be here. You should take me to another room. I’m a slave that alpha Anton bought after all, and all these can be a bit too much to handle," she whispered to Kate.

Kate shook her head but there was mockery in her eyes as she looked at Kyra from head to toe. "We don’t make the rules here, and I have no idea what you did to Alpha Anton, but he asked me to bring you here. Keep at it, so you can be better off than the rest of us."

"What are you saying? I have no intention of licking that man’s feet. Whatever he has done has been of his own volition, and nothing more," Kyra snapped. She never forced him or any other alpha for that matter to bid on her head. They wanted her for whatever reason so they did.

Kate simply glared at her before she stalked off.

Kyra swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped further into the room, taking in the pink bed and purple walls with the drawings of white wolves that adorned the wall. It looked so simple, but it was not.

'This must be a trap to make me think that I’m welcome here. He literally called me a trophy back in the pack, and now, what the hell was wrong with him? Why is he acting so nice but giving me this kind of room?' She thought to herself.

Kyra bit her lips as she gingerly moved over to the knitting machine close to a door. Her eyes brushed through the surface. She had tried to learn knitting back at her pack, but had been unsuccessful.

Now, she reasoned that she would have to learn how to do these things so that she could keep herself busy. She hoped that alpha Anton would forget about her and she would be left alone forever.

Kyra let her hands slide through her neck, kneading it a bit to remove the pains that she was feeling at that moment. "It’s no use worrying, right?"

'I’m so sorry that I was not brave enough to defend us from the onslaught. We messed up when it came to Tristan. We loved him as the moon goddess wanted us to but he deceived us. What kind of man is he?”

She closed her eyes. "A man who is blinded by hate and detests my whole existence," Kyra muttered sadly.

Kyra’s heart shook at the pain of those words. She wished with all her heart that her mate had been able to love her. If he had, then she wouldn’t be in a situation that was worse than death.

First her father hated her and she hid her relationship from him and then it turns out that her mate who she thought would protect her from the world also hated her.

She had been correct to hide her relationship with Tristan from her father because what did he do when he discovered the relationship, yes, he did an auction and told her off like a worthless item.

Kyra felt nothing but anger and hatred when she thinks of Tristan now. He used her weakness against her.

The two people who were supposed to love and protect her were the ones who hurt her the most and have sold her off to be killed by a pack of hungry wolves.

'Kyra, this situation is not that bad. I know, I said I should have kicked their asses, but I don’t think this man would want to kill you. You just need to be less stupid around here. Keep to yours and protect your neck and your child.’ her wolf advised her.

She gritted her teeth. 'You just want me to feel better, but you break me with words. Can you please be quiet for a moment because I’m not ready to hear what you have to say because it wouldn’t be good,' she snapped in annoyance.

She had been so overjoyed at finding out that she was pregnant but everything was over now. Her dream of being together with Tristan was gone. She only had herself, her wolf and her baby. She would give her life to protect her baby from harm's way.

It was at that moment that the door flew open, and Kate stepped back inside the room followed by a group of other maids.

"What is going on?" She managed to ask.

They ignored Kyra and moved as fast as they could, pulling her down on the bed. She tried to protest, but a tape was suddenly thrust over her mouth, which made her speechless.

Kyra stared wide-eyed as two maids brought in a bowl of water and a loofah, placing it by her feet.

"Alpha Anton ordered that you must have a spa treatment before he steps into the room. He wants you to be thoroughly clean to meet him, without any form of blemish. I hope you understand and stop wiggling, it would make our job easier," the head maid said.

Kyra blinked in shock. But, couldn’t do much anymore as she was prodded and poked like meat at a barbecue shop. Her face was wiped clean of makeup, and she was given a silk blue robe which they claimed matched her eyes.

"Ok, you can talk now," the maid said as she pulled out the tape from my mouth.

"Or, more like eat. For someone who used to be a princess, she is as thin as a stick, and it’s not even funny. What the hell do they feed them in that pack? Maize?" One of the maids grumbled.

The others laughed at this. "I guess it’s really maize."

"Well, it’s time to eat some real food, slave," Kate said as she clapped her hands.

A maid who Kyra had just realized had been standing at the other side of the room, calmly moved the tray trolley to her with her head down. "This is a typical evening meal for slaves," she said quietly.

Kyra nodded, understanding that she didn’t mean anything malicious, but it was her subtle way of showing her the reality of her situation; she was no longer an unloved princess but now a slave. But, when the maid opened the assorted plates, she stared at a food rich in oats and eggs.

"Wait, you eat this as slaves?" Kyra was unable to mask the surprise in her tone.

They smiled at Kyra. "I know it looks weird, but special slaves like you are given special treatment. We will take our leave now. Please, enjoy," they said as they slid out just as quickly as they had come.

Kyra stared at the food for a long time, unable to eat anything. What if it was poisoned? It might be that Alpha Anton hated her father too, and he wanted to destroy her to make a statement.

She scratched her hair, completely at loss at the next call of action when the door slid open, and Alpha Anton stepped in. It was late already, was he not supposed to be sleeping?

Her heart began to pound loudly and she curled her toes on the floor with worry as she took in his sleeping attire. Why the hell was he wearing such outfits? The talk of being a special slave came back to her mind, and her stomach knotted with dread. She hoped that it wasn't what was on her mind that was about to happen. She really hoped that it wasn't.

She watched as Alpha Anton stepped further into the room, and sat closer to her on the bed, staring into her eyes. She wanted to look away, but she could not. And, when he raised his hand to touch her cheeks in a soft caress, she felt her nipple tighten painfully against her clothes, and she interpreted it as fear.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he whispered softly.