Chapter 1

Catherine's POV

I had been working as a slave for almost eight whole goddamn years in this stinking shithole of Silver Moon Pack. My life turned upside down at the age of 10. I'm about to reach 18 years old, but that won't happen until after two days. Like most werewolves, my wolf has still not emerged. I don't know why, but I feel like she's inside me...as if she is in a deep slumber... I pushed that thought away. Maybe that's just pure imagination.

Anyway, They called me their slave, and I followed their every order as long as it was all about doing chores. All the cleaning, cooking, laundry, all that shit. They used me so they would spend their time freely doing whatever they want, whenever they wanted.

I don't remember anything from my past. All I know is that I've been a slave for as long as I can remember. At least my name was still intact in my head. My first name, that is.

I'm Catherine, daughter of no one, sister to none, and slave to almost everyone. I spent these years all alone serving a pack of arseholes who have always wanted to be a pain in my arse. Like this one.

"How dare you seduce my mate!"

Jessica barged into my room without even bothering to knock. Curse me for not locking the door last night when I finished all my damn chores. The sight of a curvy woman's figure standing right in front of my wooden bed appeared before my eyes. I forced myself to get up even when I was feeling all woozy and weak out of tiredness.

As I stood up, Jessica waited until we were now face to face with each other. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision then took a moment to look at her real close. Her light blond curly hair that fell down her large breasts framed her entire face so well that all the male werewolves would come drooling at her feet. She seemed to love the attention so she picked a wardrobe mostly containing an extreme lot of revealing clothes in it. Now she was wearing a short tight silver dress that barely covered her legs paired with a set of matching silver high heels that made her ten inches taller than she really is. As if that was not enough, she decorated her neck with more glittering accessories that screamed wealth. There was, however, one thing that made me feel unease about her presence. Her face was burning red with anger, her nostrils flaring at me with rage. I can almost imagine smoke coming out of her nose.

SLAAAAAP!

Bloody hell. What could possibly be her problem this time?

I raised my hand to hold my cheek right were Jessica landed a powerful slap across my face. Great. What a wonderful way to start my day.

"That's what you get for trying to steal my mate!" She barked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Claiming that I knew nothing of the sitation was true. I had no idea about whatever she's blaming me for.

"Go ahead and act stupid. You will never get anywhere seducing him. Easton is mine you little bitch." She slapped me again on the other cheek and landed another slap painfully on my face. My cheeks now burning in pain like a thousand bees just stung me in the face.

Easton? This clueless femme didn't even figure out the whole truth. Easton was the one who kept checking me out whenever I went to clean his room. How could it be my fault that her chosen mate was being unfaithful?

I lowered my head in defeat, knowing that if I argue with Jessica and challenge her temper, I will end up with no food and water at least for the next three days. Even if I did not meet her eyes, I can feel her glaring murderously at my figure. I was standing in front of Jessica who was only inches away from my vulnerable body. She was towering over me with her great height. A solid 5'8 footer compared to my measly 5 feet height. Someone who might be staring at us would suspect me as a mouse being eaten by a deadly snake.

Jessica then trashed my room. She rummaged my small drawer finding every piece of clothing I have and tore them into smaller pieces as is she wanted to make me walk with a naked body around in the pack house. I just stood there and watched her act like a crazy ass dog trashing my room for no acceptable reason. She broke evey piece of furniture left in my little space, broke every glass she could find and let them scatter on the old wooden floor. With one last glare, Jessica left with her head held high, as if claiming that she had won.

Silence enveloped the room as I stared at the only place I've felt like home. My cheeks were stinging painfully still. I checked the clock and found it was already 5 in the morning.

"Oh goddess! I'm late!"

At exactly 4:30, I should have been getting ready to cook for a total of 537 hungry and angry werewolves of the Silver Moon pack. Without caring about my disheveled appearance or my burning cheeks as a result of Jessica's little outburst, I headed down the dirty kitchen. I was practically running down the stairs in a rush to get on with the cooking when my head suddenly bumped into a huge wall.

Strange. If I remember correctly the structure and built of the pack house, I'm pretty sure there aren't supposed to be any wall blocking the stairway.

"Where do you think you're going, you little slave?"

That voice. My head jerked immediately upwards as I tried to back away from the owner of that voice. With one swift movement, he trapped me in between his hands, and in an attempt to avoid his touch I dodged his hand that was reaching out to pinch my chin, causing me to plaster my back on the wall near me.

I stumbled clumsily before the sight of him. Easton looked down on me looking as handsome as ever. I took one glance taking in his physiques. Short brown hair, glowing amber eyes, long thick lashes, and a nose like that of a Pharaoh's. My eyes quickly returned to the floor, and I made sure to avoid eye contact in case Jessica appears out in the blue like she did just a while back. I don't have the time to deal with a spoiled, angry she-wolf when I'm running late to start my chores as the pack's only slave.

"To the kitchen." I replied shortly. What could he be doing this early in the morning? Not that I care, though.

Surprisingly, he leaned in and hurriedly buried his head on my neck. Shocked, I tried pushing him away with all my might, not knowing what to do or how I should react. His strong hand grabbed both of mine and raised them above my head. I can feel him. His breath tickled the surface of my skin and I yelped when I felt his tongue lick the skin behind my ears. I struggled, helplessness filled me inside as I tried to loosen his grasp on my small, sweaty hands.

"Stop, please." I pleaded, hoping he will release me from his tight grasp.

Easton covered my mouth with his free hand, moved his body aggressively to touch my own, pushing me against the wall harder. I was losing my breath, suffocating from the hardness of his body pushed against mine that I even felt his strong eight pack abs touch the front of my soft breasts. The dirty white shirt I was wearing and his thin longsleeve top were the only barriers keeping us from skin contact.

I gasped for air. My eyes traveled from his eyes to his pink sexy lips. Even if I can't open my mouth, I was screaming loudly on the inside. A strange feeling suddenly rose in me when I noticed something hard poking my virgin core.