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“His Majesty sends for his slave!” a masculine voice echoed in her ear. She could tell she had heard that voice somewhere; it was familiar. She let go of the digger and raised her body to face his Beta, who was staring at her with terrifying eyes. "You must follow me as per His Majesty's orders," he said, and Elena followed.

With a backward glance, she met the slave master's eyes, whose lips formed a sinister smile. She trailed behind the Beta as they entered the palace and proceeded to the Don's doorway. He pressed the doorbell. "Your slave has arrived, Alpha Don," the Beta said before opening the door.

Elena could tell from his stares that it was an order for her to enter. "Your Majesty, this is Elena, your slave... " She clutched her arms together under her lower abdomen.Her head was bent low, but her lids raised slightly, allowing her to see his legs.

Twirling, he squeezed the gun's trigger, sending smoke shooting in her direction.

The sound of death reverberated throughout the room, making her limbs heavy and dragging her to the ground. She couldn't take it any longer. Her heart had already dropped to her stomach, and she started to pant. Was she still alive? It was the sound of a bullet striking her and a gunshot.

She was surrounded by intense heat. Her jaw tensed and her eyes closed. She needs to let go of this illusion immediately if it is one; she cannot possibly perish at the hands of the same man who killed her father.

"What would happen if your blood ran across the entire room?" Her ears caught the sound of his deep, raspy voice. He walked icily on and tossed the gun onto the bed. "You killed my daughter, but you are afraid of dying."

Her eyes snapped open. He is not exempt, so why does he always play the victim here? Forgetting that she was a slave and lacked the courage to confront her master, she shot back, "Are you not scared to die even after killing my father too? We are both victims in this, so stop claiming to be the victim alone…” she snapped at him, her sweat dropping on the floor.

For a while, they were silent, but Don Dante moved in closer and grabbed her by the neck. His ferocious gaze tore through her body like a wolf in search of prey. She recoiled as he pinned her against the wall. He growled and released her, causing her to slump to the ground. "I missed the track now and did not put you down, so keep it shut so I can keep missing the track—or you will be doomed," he said.

Even though she had the courage to respond to him, her legs were trembling.

"You will beg for your life in my hands the next time you talk back to your Master," he continued, turning his back on her and making his way straight to his bed. He dropped his t-shirts and jacket on the bed after pulling them down there.

He turned to face her, neck twitching. "Come forward; I did not send you to just stare at me."

Head pounding, she rushed to him and, unable to stand, crawled to his feet. “What…..what will I... ..will I do?” Her heart pounded more rapidly as she stammered. She raised her face, looked up at him, and bent it right away.

"Pull out my shoes and make sure to clean up this room before I finish washing up. My mistress will be here soon, so make sure the fragrance comes from roses." His cold voice commanded. Following his instructions, she took off his shoes and placed them aside. "You look so messy!" he exclaimed as he moved to enter the restroom.

She clenched her teeth, tensing her muscles. "You must believe that by making me your slave, you have won everything, but I will put an end to everything myself." She squeezed his palms, her eyes closing as her wolf growled.

She got up and started cleaning the room, deciding she could wait no longer. If he ever steps out when she isn't done, it will arouse his anger. So, she was quick enough and got everywhere looking neat again before he was out. The room smelled exactly as he had wanted, and everything was much cleaner than he had anticipated.

He has never had a maiden tidy his room quite like this. She bowed her head, afraid to meet his gaze, even as the way it gloomed split his lips into a faint smile.

She looked up slightly to get a glimpse of his strong, dripping physique as he turned to face the wardrobe. His muscles were broad, and his scattered curly hair left her mouth open. "It is amazing how attractive he will look with just the towel on." Shutting his eyes, she gave her cheeks a light smack. “No way! I can't foolishly start admiring him.'' She took a breath of clean air. "It must be crazy of me to consider him my spec. I must continue to despise him.”

She was surprised by his abrupt command, but she behaved appropriately. Her eyelids lifted to give him a close look, "Send for my Mistress! Are you deaf?” She gave a dismissive shake of her head and quickly left the room.

Her expression twisted. "Why does he need a mistress when I am his slave? I can play that role as well…” She stopped and gave herself a pinch. "Lena, you need to put your retaliation as your main priority and stop daydreaming. He's not an idol or whatever…” She shunned herself and continued her hasty steps until she arrived at the kitchen, where she knew there would be many servants.

Laughter reverberated throughout the room as she entered. She examined herself closely. "It seems like I am messy, which is probably why they are making fun of me," she said, taking a deep breath and raising her head. "I will make sure to make you all slaves when I take over my father's throne again," she thought to herself as she entered.

"Slave, you can not enter this place however you please." One of them caused her to pause.

"It is a shame she went from princess to slave. What a nice transformation.” came from another.

Another approached her. "She must have believed that the Don would change his mind after a one-night stand, but it made things worse."

Her eyes closed, enraged that the maids who served her and her father could continue to mock her. Her eyebrows raised as her eyes opened. She has to take what is her father's, if she can bear the humiliation not from the maidens but from the so-called Don.

She bit her lower lip in a fit of rage and said, "I will not stand and watch you all blabber like this next time, so do good to say all you can now." They clapped their hands and pointed fingers at her as they laughed uncontrollably. "By the way, I want whoever is the Mistress to follow me."

“I am the Mistress!” a feminine voice came from behind. She turned to see her, the lady who serves her father. “What can I do for you, slave?”

Lena gave a snort. "Your presence is required by Alpha Don's order."

"And who are you that the Don would assign to locate me?" The Mistress approached with her arms crossed.

Lena twisted her lips. "You must follow me because I am his slave and you must obey his orders." She shot back, squirming away from the room.

Mistress Evelyn had no choice but to follow her straight through to the Alpha's room. Lena rang the doorbell after standing motionless for some time. “I am here with the Mistress—” They both entered after she pushed the door open.

When they entered, Alpha was gazing through the window without even turning to look back.

"I must excuse myself to give you two some privacy," He turned instantly as she broke the silence in the room. "Why does he look so good now? Did the rose fragrance ....”

"Until I tell you to, you are not going anywhere. Watch me as you stand there." He let out a roar and advanced slowly in the direction of the Mistress, who turned red at his sight. “There's something behind this blush…”

Mistress Evelyn gave a nod. "Charming beyond measure—"

Lena tightened her mouth. Since she was the one who put on the scent that made him so endearing, why would she blush? She simply detests seeing the two together.

Grasping her gown by its rope, Alpha undid it.

Her eyes widened dramatically. “What is he intending to do? Strip her naked before me?” At that point, she was fidgeting.

She covered her face with both palms as he pulled down her gown. He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me."

She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist.

With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.