Chapter 4

JOHANNA.

Which female wishes to be demoted from Luna to a slave over something you know nothing about? Isn't it better to keep being in my father's house and be treated like a servant there instead of being a Luna for five years and then becoming a slave—not even a servant?

I was taken out of my room and stripped of the royal gown I was having on. Although I didn't leave the palace building, the room I was in this time was like hell. The female servants were all occupying the room, how shameful it is to share that sort of room with the maids that once served me.

None of them could come near me, I was isolated, and the mockeries from them were too much for me to endure.

“I will leave this palace if the King still won't come to his senses. I didn't do that, and he wouldn't let me look into it and prove my innocence….” I muttered and sat on the floor. Throughout the night, I wept like never before. My eyes didn't shut a bit.

For some time, I thought about going to see the King in the middle of the night. I headed to his room, but the guards obstructed my way. “I have to talk to the King…..” I said to them politely.

They glanced at themselves and shook their heads.

It was of no use quarrelling with them when I was sure that they were following the order given to them, so I quietly turned and headed out, back to the room I was staying in.

Until the sun rose the next day, I didn't get any sleep. I lost my appetite and didn't want to test anything. Staying in the room for some time, I was sure that King Ramsey would be up and ready to leave for the day's business, so I rushed out of the room to meet with him.

The Beta stood in my way. “He just went downstairs….”

I quaked him aside and hurried so we could meet before he left. I'm very sure that he isn't missing me because he has already made up his mind to let go of me, but it's not as easy for me as he thought. How will I just forget a man that I shared the same bed with for five years so easily? Despite having different rooms, we sleep together all the time.

When I came out of the palace compound, he was about to get into his car. “My King…'' I mentioned, and he turned. He stared at me continuously as I hastened my steps towards him. “We need to talk—”

He shook his head. “I don't have enough time to do that with you….not now that you are a slave.” he stepped into his car.

“We can sort all these out. Demoting me won't resolve it. I can do whatever you want just to prove that I am innocent of it. At least, looking for a way to sort it out should be the best thing to do as a couple.'' I stated, sniffling repeatedly.

He looked at me one more time and nodded. “If we were truly a couple, you wouldn't be doing that. Five years is already too much to hurt me, so I won't let it happen again. Keep being a slave while I keep being a king without Luna….”

My fist clenched. Was he so mean like this from the start? “And if I commit suicide? You won't care? Why did you make me your Luna when you didn't trust me?”

“I trusted you, and you betrayed me. What else do you expect? That I'll keep trusting my closest enemy?” he sighed heavily and shook his head. “I cared for you, but you didn't reciprocate, so I don't care again. Go ahead and commit suicide if you wish….besides, a slave has no place in the Pack. Your death won't matter at all.” he shut the car door behind me and drove off.

My feet stiffened to the floor as I watched him drive off. This is getting more intense than I thought. He doesn't even care any longer if I commit suicide, then it means that my stay here, even as a slave doesn't mean that we will come back together again.

He doesn't love me any longer, and he has every right to do that if the case is to be judged, but staying with him for years now as his Luna and he knows that I can't do such a thing—yet he firmly believes that I've been backstabbing him.

There is nothing I will do to prove my innocence that he will believe. If he had wanted to know the truth, he wouldn't have been too fast to demote me.

I turned and went back into the palace building. Being a slave is one thing I never dreamt of, not under the same roof with the man who was once my king and husband.

I went into my room and began packing up my things. I will have to take the most essential belongings that I need, and I will leave the palace before he returns. It would be better if we didn't have to see each other again instead of not caring if I'm dead or not.

'Anna!' My wolf called me out. Since yesterday, she has been quiet due to the current situation. 'Let's leave at night. We can't do it now….'

The cloth I was holding slipped off my palm. “Why do you think we can’t do it now?”

'We will be caught if we leave now, so let's do it at night….' she responded.

I nodded, but still, I put everything together so it would be easy for me to leave at night. Since no one would dare draw me out of the room, I stayed in there and sat on the floor until I dozed off.

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At night, it was already dark everywhere. I was very sure that the King was already back and would be in his room, but it would be of no use to go see him because I'm sure he wouldn't want me to leave but be a slave because of my father's debt.

I waited till it was almost midnight, then I had to disguise myself. I packed my hair into a ponytail like the maids do, and then I wore a long tattered gown that I would hide my bag under before I left the room. The guards did not question me because my personality changed a lot.

Successfully, I left the palace without a destination. If I go back to my father's house, it would be better to be a slave in the palace, so leaving the Pack is the only option for me.

I headed to one of the taverns close by and paid for a room. It was dark and would be dangerous passing the border and even the woods. “Get me drinks and a plate of roasted meat….” I said to the woman standing beside me, and she did that immediately.

In the Pack, the masses barely know their rulers, or she would know that I was the Luna.

She brought the bottle of drinks and served it alongside the meat, and then I began gobbling on them. “I won't spend time feeding again until tomorrow night.” I drew out the flesh of the meat and chewed. “This is tasty…” a smile appeared on my face—with tears still in my eyes.

The meat wasn't as tasty as the one I ate in the palace, so I would miss everything there, but for my sanity, leaving is better, because I won't stand seeing the King all the time while I was a slave.

About an hour later, I was on the last bottle of the drink, and the surroundings were doubling in my eyes. I couldn't see anyone clearly, and I didn't care. The fact that I won't be able to recall everything that took place today is the most important.

Five years is too much to forget, but I must move on and live a better version of myself, and I hope the King won't find out and come looking for me.

“What about going to your room while we clean up and close for today?” I heard the voice of a woman. Not sure of who she was, I nodded and stood up, taking the path my feet followed and the rays of light came from.

All I knew was that I had to go to my room, and the path I took was the direction. I opened the door and staggered in, stumbling on each step. “What a sweet scent—'' I licked my lips and dropped the bottle on the floor. “You also paid for the room? Then you have to balance me because I paid to stay alone…'' I said to the figure lying on the floor.

I couldn't take further steps, so I laid down on the bare floor as well, chewing the last slice of meat still in my mouth.

“I can just cuddle you if you're cold.” his voice echoed. It sounded familiar, but I didn't care. “Just come closer…” he shifted even when I was about to do that.

The floor was chilly, and I couldn't stagger to the bed at this point. If he cuddles me and warms my skin, then it is fine. “Thats…. That's…. It feels good. I mean, your arm is going down there.” I stammered and grinned—my eyes shut.

He chuckled. “You like it!” he made me face him while his hand trailed down to my butt, grasping it. Just his touch alone made me wet underneath, and I felt my clit ringing to be fondled.