Fiona
“Get over here, you worthless bitch!"
Logan’s hand struck my cheek, a slap hitting my face before I even had the chance to move an inch.
"Do you think you can escape from me?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as Logan, my step father dragged me roughly to the middle of the courtyard. I didn't even try to fight back because I knew it would only make things worse.
"Get on your knees!" He barked and I obeyed immediately. "I'm going to show you your place in this house."
I watched as my step sister, Martha appeared from the corner with a whip. She had a smirk on her face, which worsened the pain I was feeling.
Martha had made it a point of duty to make my life miserable. No matter how much I tried to avoid her, she found a way to ruin my day and get me punished by Logan.
"I can't believe she tried to run away," she said, handing my step father the whip. "She's just as useless as her mother."
I felt compelled to rise up and hit her for talking about my mother. The urge to make her feel so much pain for ridiculing my dead mother overwhelmed me greatly. But I couldn't do anything.
I couldn't because I was weak from trying to escape. I couldn't because I knew it would only make things worse. I was never able to defend myself since my mother died.
My life had taken a tragic turn at a young age. My father, once a powerful and loving man, died when I was only five years old. My mother was ruined after his death. The mate bond and the weight of the pain crushed her spirit greatly.
She tried to take care of us despite the emotional distress and things weren't so bad for us then. But it wasn't long before my mother fell for Logan's charms. Logan was a cruel man who hid his evil intentions behind fake smiles and false kindness.
I tried to warn my mother, to get her to leave him alone but she didn't believe me. After months of dating, they got married and Logan moved in with Martha, his daughter.For two years, I tried to get along with Martha but she was rude and bitter. But no matter how cruel she treated me, my mother would never believe me.
Two years later, my mother passed away from an illness, leaving her fortunes and status in the hands of my stepfather who was a beast.Logan changed immediately after my mother's death, revealing his true colors and my life worsened. Like the death of my mother wasn't enough, he unleashed his evil plans on me, turning me into a slave in my own house.
I had no one to turn to and decided to endure his harsh treatment. Even though I was stripped of all my rights and dignity, I remained hopeful that my condition would change someday. But now, I was beginning to doubt that.Before I could utter a word of explanation, the first lash of the whip landed on my back. I screamed out in pain and crashed on the ground.
"Get up!" Logan yelled, yanking me from the ground. "I'm going to make sure you never forget this day!"
I pleaded with him, tears streaming down my eyes and my voice echoing across the courtyard but he didn't listen to me.
He continued to whip me till I almost passed out. My eyes were blurry and my clothes were soaked with blood from the injuries all over my body."Now, will you try to run away again?" He asked, when he was satisfied with the marks on my body.
"N-No.." I stammered, unable to force my mouth to speak freely.
"Of course, you wouldn't be so foolish to try that again. Or I will kill you and make sure you join your mother."
The occasional reminder that he never loved my mother caused anguish to crash through me. He had only used her because of her wealth and status.
"You're so pathetic." Martha said, giggling as she walked away. "I hope dad gets rid of you so that I don't have to see your face ever again."
I wanted to tell her how happy I would be if I was sold off as a house slave to some other family but my strength was gone.
"Get out." Logan said. "Go and get my bath ready. I expect you to do that quickly."
I tried to stand up but my legs shook beneath me. I collapsed back to the ground and Logan hissed. I knew that if I didn't get up, he would kick me or whip me again. With the little energy left in me, I rose from my position and walked weakly to his room.
I cleaned up the bathroom and got his bath ready like he instructed."Everything is ready, Sir." I informed him once I was done with the assigned chore. "Please can I go and clean up myself?"
"Clean up? You little brat!" He spat. "Who do you think would do your chores?"
"I can— "
"No buts. Your chores must be finished before cleaning up. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," I answered meekly before walking away to finish my morning chores.
I joined the other servants in our assigned area and tried to hide my pain from them. I could hear them whispering amongst themselves about my escape plot and tears burned my eyes.
There was no escape for me. I was trapped forever in my own home as a slave.After scrubbing the floors and completing my chores, I decided to have my bath and wash away my pain. I walked into the bathroom I shared with the servants and my reflection caught my attention in the mirror.
I stared at my naked body, covered in brutal marks and rage coursed through me. Rage that I was unable to stand up to Logan. Rage that my mother didn't believe me and left me to suffer.
My natural blue eyes were hidden behind a layer of dark circles. My chin was swollen from the slaps I received from Logan this morning and my collar bone was so visible.
However, my beauty still radiated through these circumstances. My shiny golden hair stained with drops of blood fell across my face carelessly. My lips which had burst in places still looked succulent and full.
The moon goddess had blessed me with beauty and I knew that. Logan and Martha were unable to change that about me. I dismissed my thoughts and had my bath.
One of the servants was waiting for me outside the bathroom when I finished.
"The master wants to see you," She said.My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what Logan might want from me again. I dressed up quickly and went to his room.
He sat in a chair waiting and only glanced up when I announced my arrival.
"Since you've decided to run away, I'll find a better use for you." He said, his voice laced with disgust. "There's an auction happening in three days time at the BlackMoon pack. You're on the list."
My eyes widened with his words. "What?"
"I'm selling you. You're of no use to me so you might as well fetch me some money." He said.
I could hardly contain my excitement as I listened to him. I had finally seen a chance to escape from him. I could be sold to a better family and become a house slave. But my happiness was short-lived when Logan chuckled.
"You think life out there is better, don't you?" He asked. "You'll be disappointed to find out that it's worse. When you're sold, you'll beg to return here. You'll beg for the scraps I give you here because you won't get that out there."
His words sent cold chills down my spine and all my hopes for a better life were dashed.
"I'll make sure you're sent to a hell hole." He added and my knees weakened.
The journey to Blackmoon pack lasted for a whole day. Each passing moment in the car intensified my fear and a wave of uncertainty swept through me. There were a series of incidents that made me question everything about the auction but I was left with no answers. Logan had instructed Martha to give me a dress before the journey. It was a long blue silky dress which complimented the color of my eyes. As I examined the dress, I couldn't help but get emotional. I used to be adorned in such dresses before my mother's death. But I only knew a life of rags and hand me downs since she died. A thousand questions flitted through my mind as I stared at myself in the mirror with the dress. Why had Logan gotten me the dress? If he truly wanted to sell me off to the worst place, why would he make an attempt to make me look beautiful? I tried to come up with an answer during the car ride but I was left even more confused. As dusk was beginning to approach, we arrived at a place which appeared
Fiona"Please, get me out of here!" I yelled weakly, banging the railings of my small cell. It had been two days since I was sold here and I couldn't accept my fate yet. I had cried for the entire night on the first day, begging the guards to let me go. But everything I said fell on deaf ears. They paid no heed to me at all. When I realized that crying wasn't going to help either, I began to cause a scene by hitting the railings of my cell and screaming. I thought that would get their attention but I was wrong. "Shut up, girl!" One of the guards barked at me. "Or I'm going to come shut it for you." He grinned, exposing his yellow teeth and I shuddered. I didn't want him close to me so I retreated back into my cell. My eyes scanned the large prison cell where I and over twenty girls were kept. The girls have been watching me since I got here. They were just as young as I was and some, even younger. But we all had one thing in common; we were poor, hopeless and wretched. I couldn
Tristan"If you don't have an heir soon, the pack may begin to lose faith in you." The words of my Beta and good friend, Michael, rang in my ears again as I sat in the large auction room. I shouldn't be here but I had to be. Michael had assured me it was the one place I would find a solution to my problem. But I was equally shocked to see Alpha's from different packs in the same room, eagerly waiting for the event to start. Could it be that I wasn't the only one with my problem? Or were they just seeking some young bodies to ravage?"I don't like this place." I whispered to Michael who was sitting beside me. "I wish to leave." But Michael disagreed with me. "Alpha, this is the best place to get you a breeder. Remember that we don't have a choice." Of course, I was unaware I had no other choice. Unlike other Alpha's and werewolves who were blessed with the gift of sensing their mates, I couldn't do that. I didn't want to be in a place which reminded me of my predicament but circu
FionaI found myself back in my childhood, a little girl walking hand in hand with my beloved mother through vibrant gardens that stretched beyond my sight. The rose flowers bloomed, and their sweet fragrance filled our noses.“My dear Fiona,” my mother spoke with a gentle smile, “all of this beauty belongs to us, and one day, it will all be yours.”I gazed at her with wonder, my heart filled with warmth and love. “Really, Mother? All of it?” I asked, my young voice full of innocent curiosity.She nodded, her eyes twinkling with love and promise. “Yes, my precious child. Our family has a long history here. We’ve protected it for ages, and one day, it will be yours to protect, too. Always remember this.”In the dream, my father, a figure I had no concrete memory of, appeared before us. He had been taken from me too early in life, but here he was, a strong, caring man, his features softened with love as he lifted me into his arms.“Fiona,” he said, his voice deep and soothing, “you are
FIONAI opened my eyes, surprised at how refreshed I felt after such a deep and peaceful slumber. It was the first time I could remember sleeping so soundly. I tried to hold onto the fragments of my dream, a nostalgic scene from my childhood filled with warmth and affection, but the details slipped away like sand through my fingers.Getting up from my simple bed in the servants’ quarters, I noticed the other new girls waking up as well. We had all arrived together the night before. Before I could ask them what was going on, a stern-looking guard entered the room, and the atmosphere changed instantly.“All right, you lot,” the guard barked. “Time to get to work! The household won’t run itself!”The experienced servants sprang into action, knowing their duties without needing instructions. I watched with wide eyes as they hurried off to their tasks.The guard turned his gaze to me and three other new girls, forming a line outside the quarters. He walked up to us, sizing us up one by one
FIONAAs the sun dipped below the horizon, I finally made my way back to my small bedroom. The day’s work had been exhausting, but I felt a sense of satisfaction for having completed all my duties. My feet were sore, and my body longed for rest. The dim light filtering through the window signaled that night was fast approaching.As I settled into my modest room, my mind began to wander back to the earlier encounter with Alpha Tristan. The words he had spoken to me echoed in my mind, causing a mix of confusion and apprehension. I understood the part about being his slave; after all, he had purchased me from the auction house with an unbelievable sum. But what puzzled me was the expectation that I would do anything he wished. I couldn’t help but wonder what that truly meant.Lost in thought, I pondered the implications of being a slave in his hands. My heart skipped a beat as I feared it might be a repetition of my dreadful past with Logan. However, the day had been relatively better th
TristanFrustration bubbled within me as I paced the room restlessly, the cup of wine in my hand untouched. The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and I muttered to myself, my thoughts a storm of discontent. On the bed, Tessa lay, her gaze tracing the edges of my bare back. She sensed my turmoil but couldn't point out its source.Suspicions brewed in Tessa's mind. She hadn't missed how my gaze lingered on the new servant girl we had acquired from the auction house. Her beauty was undeniable, and Tessa, my wife, knew me well enough to recognize the hunger in my eyes. The servant girl had become a silent threat, a symbol of what Tessa couldn't provide—an heir.Unable to bear the thought of another woman taking her place as my mate, Tessa mustered her courage. She rose from the bed, her silk nightgown rustling softly, and approached me."What troubles you, my love?" Tessa's voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.My frustration evident, I glanced at Tessa. "It's nothing
FIONATwo days had passed since the new recruits were welcomed into the pack. This evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself alone in my room. Hailey, my new friend, had just left after chatting for a while.I decided it was time to take a refreshing bath. After a quick inspection of myself in the mirror, I noticed my reflection, a tangle of emotions in my eyes. I then stripped off my clothes that were damp with sweat from working in the kitchens all day, and stood naked in front of the mirror in my room. I carefully inspected my body through the mirror, and admitting that I was truly a beauty and a rare one at that, I touched my breasts which were full and firm, innocent of anyone’s taking.I turned to study my hips in the mirror, knowing well that my beautiful body indeed had the power to make any man want me, and every girl jealous of me. I'd developed into a woman really quick as a young girl, but I was lucky enough that my stepfather never violated me. Even tho