Mistresses

/-Raven-/

On arrival at the slave chambers, I was met with three other women. I was tempted to walk back outside and ask Tiny Tim if they were all Declan's slaves, but I remained rooted to the spot. 

The hostile gazes they cast at me were already a huge clue pointing to the fact that they didn't want me here. Good thing, because I didn't want to be here either.

"That's her?" The blonde in a silky white dress asked.

"Definitely. Lisa said she had full, messy red hair and calculating green eyes," the brunette responded like I wasn't in the same room with them. 

The one with dark hair walked to me.

"I'm Othelia, nice of you to join us," she introduced warmly. I made to take her hand but she retracted it. 

"I'm sorry, I got tired," she smiled and the others giggled. My eyes narrowed at them. I wasn't here to play their childish games. "What's your name?"

"Raven," the blonde responded on my behalf. "Haven't you heard of her? The dreaded wolf assassin. The one who men fear across kingdoms."

"Looks like she finally got under one and couldn't get up," The brunette taunted and they laughed. "Imagine an assassin as a sex slave? Like, pour me more jokes, people."

Once again, I refrained myself from indulging them. Perhaps when I'm next to a butter knife, I would be motivated to show them a little benevolence. For now, I'd just leave their pretty fragile necks where it is. 

There were four beds in the room and only one was empty. I walked over to it with their eyes following my movements. 

"That's Lisa's. She won't like that," the brunette, whose name I was yet to know, stated. 

"Where is my bed then?" I asked. They exchanged glances and burst into laughter. A vein ticked inside me. If they were going to laugh at every statement I made, I might cut their tongues off instead. 

"You don't get a bed amongst us, novice. You are here to serve us until you earn your rightful place as the Alpha's fifth mistress and just maybe... You will be awarded a mat to sleep on. For now, you will have to make do with the floor," the blonde said.

"A rightful place among slaves?" I snorted. "Now that has to be the most amusing thing anyone has said to me since I got here."

I took off my shoes and made myself comfortable on the bed. They all stood up, eyes sharp as darts. 

"Did you not hear us?" The blonde growled, her blue eyes shifting into bright amber. 

"I didn't. What are you going to do about it?" I asked calmly, shutting my eyes. 

"She is stubborn but then again, no one would blame us for what happens to her," Othelia said. I let my eyes remain closed, eager to see what they would come up with. 

I could sense something heading for me and immediately caught it. My eyes flew open to see the blonde's monstrous hands. It was bigger and more hairy than that of a normal wolf and certainly stronger.

Her claws sank into my hands and I let her go immediately. I sat up, a smirk playing on my lips as she massaged her wrists.

"Now, what kind of weirdo are you?" I asked. 

"I am not a weirdo, you mannerless bitch. I am a Lycan princess!" Her golden eyes grew harsher as she began to shift. I knew if I let her shift completely, I wouldn't be able to take her. So I delivered a kick to her knee and knocked her unconscious with my hands. 

The rest of them stepped back.

"Selene!" Othelia called. "What did you do to her?"

"So her name is Selene," I drawled, casting a glance at the blonde. "Quite befitting for a slave."

Othelia growled, her eyes going darker, but the door opened suddenly, interrupting the showdown. I couldn't deny I was a little disappointed. I wanted to know what collection of weirdos Declan stashed her.

"What is going on here?" I heard an awfully familiar voice. The women moved aside to reveal to the delightful visitor I had in my cell days ago. 

"This little tramp just got here, and she's already getting on everyone's nerves, trying to Lord over the place simply because her reputation precedes her," the brunette huffed.

Lisa's face paled out like she'd seen a ghost. A smirk played on my lips as I approached her. 

"Nice to meet you again, Lisa. Your buddies and I were just getting along, just like we did back in the cell." 

She gulped hard.

"She knocked Selene unconscious. We have to tell the Alpha about this!" The brunette said. 

"No, Francesca!" Lisa snapped. "We will deal with her, ourselves. We do not need to involve the Alpha."

Interesting!

Lisa brushed past me to Selene's unconscious figure. "What happened?"

"She tried to claim your bed and when we tried to stop her, she attacked Selene and knocked her out," Francesca answered. 

Lisa looked at me as if expecting an explanation, but I said nothing. They could spread whatever lies they wanted. My only interest was getting out of here. 

Lisa straightened up and turned to me coldly. There was no sign of the frightened woman from minutes ago or the scared one in the cell. It was obvious the presence of these women gave her some form of confidence.

"Listen here, Raven. You might be some hero to the men out there, but in here, you are nothing but a slave, and you should know your place!" Lisa said coldly. 

"I do know my place, dear Lisa. It's here," I sat on the bed they fought to kick me out of. Lisa's fists clenched. "It's your sister's fighting over it."

"Are you trying to rile me up? That is my bed and you know it!" She seethed.

"Is it?" I smiled. "Well, you seem to have a lovely relationship with your Alpha, so he wouldn't have problems replacing a bed for you. If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep now. All this talk is exhausting."

I didn't expect them to let me off that easily, but for some reason, they didn't bother me, and I eventually fell asleep. I woke up to an intense argument.

We were no longer five in the room. There were four additional women in uniform and they looked like maids. I sat up, staring at the scene before me. 

"Everyone knows it is my night with the Alpha so why on earth would you claim he instructed otherwise?" Francesca fired.

"He did. We were asked to prepare the new slave for him, not you," the woman responded with equal ferocity. 

So this was about me. Didn't I make it clear to the asshole that I wasn't going to sleep with him? Why was he stirring trouble where there was none?

"Calm down, Francesca. There must be some sort of misunderstanding," Othelia said to her. 

"Can you all stop yelling? You can't decide who the Alpha wants to sleep with simply because we have a roster. Men's preferences change all the time," Lily groaned. 

"Now aren't you a hypocrite?!" Francesca hissed. "You are only saying this because you got to sleep with him yesterday and the day before. Wait till he gives your turn to someone else and who will know how it feels!"

"Oh please! It is not my fault I am his favourite," Lisa rolled her eyes. I got off the bed and all eyes snapped to me. 

"Oh, I'm not interested in whatever pathetic roll call you're doing. I'm not going anywhere so feel free to argue your lives away," I urged, walking out of the room. 

The maids came after me. 

"Where are you going? The Alpha asked that we prepare you for him tonight," one of them said. 

"I'm not interested," I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter whether you are or not. We are not ready to lose our heads so kindly swallow whatever pride you have and let us clean you up, please," another pleaded.

My lips morphed into a frown. "I will not do anything against my wish."

They stared wordlessly at me.

"I'm sorry but the Alpha instructed we force you if we have to," she said. 

Of course, he did. 

"What else did he say?" I asked. 

"That if you hurt us, you would be punished like every other slave," she answered, and I squinted at her. "You will be branded a public slave and subjected to torture."

I bit my lip. "How exactly?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know so please come with us," she pleaded.

I gritted my teeth together.

"Whatever means of torture you have, it can't be more terrible than sleeping with your dog of an Alpha," I huffed. "Now, go away before I hurt you and extend my middle finger to him."

They gasped as I walked away with a smirk. While I thought I was victorious, I didn't know there was a lot worse waiting for me.