Rage.

Leila's POV.

I rushed back to the slave quarters in tears, feeling so ashamed I could hardly stand it.

My cheeks were wet with tears that had come from my eyes, and my heart pounded in my chest as the reality of the situation hit me. 

He didn't care about me at all, he only cared about hurting me, the hope I had when he came after me squashed away immediately he revealed his real intentions.

I deluded myself into believing he would somehow stop hating me.

I sighed in frustration as I laid down, thinking of everything that happened earlier today, how he said those things. 

I shut my eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

But even with my closed eyes and the sound of soft snores and the occasional thump of a body shifting in its bed across the room, it was hard to get to sleep. 

It felt like my mind kept replaying those words over and over again, unable to make sense of what happened.

My eyes eventually became heavy, and soon I drifted off into deep slumber.

*******

I woke up with a start, feeling my whole body tense up.

I heard the sound of a door creaking open and someone shuffling quietly around. 

After the noise, I heard an unfamiliar voice say something.

“All the slaves that are not awake will get extra duty today.”

I stood up immediately when I heard that I didn't want an extra duty, especially one involving extra work for no reason.

I rushed to the bathroom immediately, taking my bath as fast as I could.

I rushed to the line, joining the other slaves in getting their duties for the day.

I waited impatiently while others got theirs done, hoping there wouldn't be any extra work for me today. 

Finally, the first worker finished with their morning chores, and they started heading towards the field, where the rest of their jobs were.

We headed towards the fields together in silence, trying not to let our hopes rise too high.

“Hi, I'm Jessica.” I turned to the sound of the voice.

A fellow slave smiled sweetly at me, a warm, welcoming smile filled with kindness and sincerity.

“Hi, Jessica, I'm Leila.” I replied.

Jessica looked back at me smiling before saying, “Well, welcome to the crew, Leila.”

“You must be new among the slaves?” She questioned.

I nodded shyly. “Yeah, I am.” 

I answered, glancing behind us to see if we had an audience. 

The sun was still rising, so the head slaves and guards wouldn’t notice or think anything suspicious of us talking.

“What's your room number?” She asked, looking around.

“Room 150.” 

“I'm in the next room.” She squealed.

I laughed softly, feeling a little light-hearted that I got to make a friend here.

“She's here.” I turned around when I heard the slaves whisper loudly.

They kept pointing to a particular direction, making all our heads turn.

I stilled immediately I saw who they were whispering about, it was the woman my mate slept with.

My heart thumped furiously, the rage I felt immediately I saw her, was enough to make a storm erupt from my chest.

My jaw clenched tightly as anger began to take control. The sight of her standing on the other side of the fence looking like an angel made me burn with hatred. 

I glared angrily at her until she glanced back, meeting my eyes for a brief moment.

She stared blankly for a moment before walking away. My eyes followed her closely as she walked through the field. 

When she disappeared I took a deep breath, controlling myself.

“They are stronger now.” One of the slaves whispered.

“Yes, she was just a fuck buddy before, but I'm sure she'll be the Luna.” another slave replied.

“How do you know that?” one asked.

“The alpha parades her, he hasn't found a mate yet, so obviously he'll mate with her.” The first slave replied.

“Is what they are saying true?” I asked Jessica.

“Yeah, I guess it is, it's what I've seen and heard.” She replied.

Blood pounded in my ears, making it hard for me to hear anything else except the roar of rage.

I tried my best to calm myself by focusing on breathing deeply, inhaling deeply to take some calming breaths, exhaling slowly to calm myself down.

As I finally got my breathing under control, I looked back at the workers who were now watching us curiously.

“What's wrong?” Jessica asked.

I forced a smile on my face, “Yes I am.”

“Okay, you tense for a little while.” She continued working.

I joined her, working with all the rage and anger in me, my shoulders shaking slightly as each piece fell in place with a click.

*******

We worked until noon, then we returned to the slave quarters to eat.

We all ate dinner together, then went to bed, tired from the long hours.

I lay awake until late night, unable to get comfortable. Finally, my body relaxed and exhaustion overtook me. I fell asleep easily.

*******

I awoke early in the morning to the sounds of the kitchen bustling around. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, it smelled delicious.

I rose out of bed, deciding to venture outside before my breakfast.

I crept towards the window to watch as slaves prepared and served breakfast to the other slaves.

I rushed to sit with Jessica immediately I saw her.

“Hey you.” She smiled as I sat down beside her. “Good morning”

“Morning.”

“Did you get the extra task today?” She asked.

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

“Leila.” I turned around immediately, my heart thumping immediately when the head slave called me.

“Come with me.” She ordered sternly.

I began sweating nervously behind, unsure of what this visit was really about. 

The sound of our footsteps faded as my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

Soon we arrived in front of a large wooden double door.

She opened the door, “Go inside, don't speak a word.” She warned, her expression was harsh as she looked me dead in the eye.