Location: Wasteland
Daisy POV.
"My mummy, why will they select me?" I said bitterly. "I already accepted the fact that we are locked in this worst part of the country with no good water and soil to farm to live a healthy life."
"I put the blame on myself," She said. "I should have known better and informed you so as not to get the best result in high school."
"It is not as if there is any work somewhere for the Whitewater pack. The only work we are privileged to get in the city is maid, gateman, servant, and other lowly work," she continued.
"Hope I informed you of the part that you will be traveling today," she finally added.
"What, mummy? Are you trying to push me to my death?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.
She sighed. "I know, but there is no way I can go against the order of the ruling pack of the country. I have even tried to see if I can switch you, but according to the principal of your school, your picture has already been sent."
The sound of a vehicle could be heard outside honking. "You need to grab your things, they are here" my mommy said, trying to hold back her tears. I went to collect my belongings before meeting the vehicle outside. After saying goodbye to my mommy, I made sure to hold back my own tears. "I pray I don't lose you to death," my mommy said as she waved me off to the vehicle.
My journey to the city began. It was a long journey, as they literally threw us into the deep and useless rural area to be precise.
Why don't we uncover why we were thrown into the worst part of the country? According to history, the Whitewater pack betrayed the Alliance force formed by many Pack to defeat a stronger enemy.
As we traveled all the way to Blue House which is formerly Whitewater land, I couldn't help but think about my situation.
"Hey, young lady, will you act boring all day?" The driver asked. Then I received a message that he was from Whitewater pack. I looked at his hand to see the same band that I was also wearing. It's something we have innovated from an unhealable scar from the past. This band cannot be removed; anyone who tries to remove it will be dead on the spot. That's what we heard, and I don't know why.
Let's forget that for now.
"Even if it's your fear, feel free to share," he said.
"Old man, as you must have already known, I am going to school in KJ college," I said. "And I won't be able to finish that school alive," I added.
"Hmm. You should have avoided being chosen," he replied.
"We weren't aware of the event that involves the chosen part early," I replied. "Can't I just run away when I begin college?"
"You can't because you will be found no matter where you hide," he replied. "The only advice I will give you is to make sure you talkless when you are being talked to. Don't raise unnecessary alarm and if possible find a way to become friends with one of the upper-class students in school but it's easier said than done. Let's not forget that those werewolves in that school are from the most rich parents in the country, not even middle class. Who knows what they have been told to strengthen the ugly past due to their social status?" He added finally.
"All is well".
"Let's not think about the death that awaits me," I said. "Does the ruling family treat you as trash?"
"It depends on the level of trash," he replied with a smile. "Well, I'll just say not anymore since I now ride the werewolf president."
"It was hell before I got to this position," he continued. "But now as werewolf president driver, only one person can punish or stunt me – it's the president himself – but he is too old and too busy for that. If anyone will hurt or order me around it is the first lady but the same thing applies to her." He finally explained.
"Can't they just unbrand the Whitewater pack from being slaves?" I declared, expressing my concern as I continued. "To begin with, it was the ruling Alpha back then who betrayed the Allied forces by selling them out for half a share of each pack's territory."
"It's inhumane to pay for crimes we never committed," I added.
"You stated a valid point, dear," he replied. "During the Slave Reforms of 1979, according to our representative's report back then, a respected Alpha said that just because the father is bad, it doesn't mean the son is bad. Innocent children should never pay for their parents' crimes."
"Yes, I read about it in my history book," I replied. "He didn't get much support, which led to the failure of the unbranding."
"Yeah, they only gave us privileges to study up to high school and work outside the wasteland as servants," he replied.
"That's no privilege," I declared.
"You're right," he said. "Even the best students getting scholarships for college is a death trap."
"Yes," I agreed. "And the privilege to work outside the wasteland sounds like bondage."
"Easy, girl, I can see where you are going," he replied, and I laughed, momentarily forgetting my worries.
"There's no way I'd prefer life outside the land we're dumped in." I thought.
"The carnival will begin tonight," he declared, and I breathed down. He was just lucky.
We arrived at the party at midnight, and everywhere was colorful and lively as expected. A Lot of atrocities were going on as I moved through the crowd – for the first time in my life – I saw the werewolf president; he was looking fit and strong enough as I could sense his strong energy. He is currently the strongest Alpha werewolf in this country.
And how did I know this? Every two years, any Alpha who thinks he is strong enough to rule this country will be involved in a death fight with the ruling Alpha. As much as fighting has been happening, no one has been able to defeat him. News has it that he doesn't stress himself; he kills them effortlessly.
It has even been long since any Alpha challenged him according to History – close to ten years now.
Just then, the driver walked over to meet the president and then inform him of something.
President walked over to where microphone was located and said:
"Fellows, the moment we have been waiting for has arrived – welcome into our midst the slave we will be using for a sacrifice!" He announced pointing at me; my heart skipped a beat…
Daisy POV"That's a joke," He added, and they all roared in laughter because, currently, I was looking like I had just seen a ghost."Her expression is priceless," someone said."I can pay a million dollars just to see that expression," Another said."As a requirement for the celebration of the carnival, she is the best pupil from the whitewater pack and she will be given the privilege to study in KJ college," He said. "Come forward and collect your student's badge and other property.""Privilege? Tsk," I scoffed as everybody around gasped. The president was visibly boiling in anger. Even the driver was looking in surprise. He must be surprised to see how bold I am."I will die anyway in this school, why don't I quicken things up now?" I added."Then you will," The werewolf president said, as powers were emanating around him in anger. The energy was reaching where I am. Why am I able to sense his power, is the band weakening or something. (Special ability: Sensory Ability possessed by
The next day, I arrived at the school. As I entered through the gate, the gateman shot me a perplexed look."Pay attention, old man. Someone wants to enter." I declared moving forward.I surveyed the school grounds, which were the largest and most beautiful I had ever seen. The buildings were of various designs and vibrant colors. According to the letter I received, I was supposed to meet someone here today, but I had no idea where to find her.Hesitating, I called out to someone passing by. "Hello! Please, I need to meet Mrs. Spiff in the admissions office.""Where are your manners, slave?" was her reply. "Thank your stars. I'm in a hurry today; otherwise, I would have hosted your funeral." She hurried away before I could respond. It seems everyone already knows about my identity, well what did I expect? Determined, I looked for the designated building, catching sight of it from a distance. It stood proudly, painted in royal blue and pure white, with "Admissions Building" inscribed i
Daisy POVI bent down to pick up the money, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, Sarah yanked my hair again, and I let out a muffled whine."I heard you are the direct descendant of the Alpha who ratted and snitched on all packs," she said. (Yes, she was right about that, if you were wondering about that, but how she knew was still a mystery to me.) "Don't be surprised how I know… The president said so himself after your engagement with him. How he was able to know, I don't know myself," she added."I am even wondering why she was so quiet today when she could talked back to the president yesterday," someone said."What did you expect? She almost lost her life to it yesterday…" Speaking of that…"Enough of this!" Mrs. Andrew yelled. "I will be forced to report you all to the higher-ups if you continue this. Remember, this is your future we are nurturing," she added finally. Sarah chuckled. "Okay, you win… continue the lecture and you, get out of here." I started walking o
Warzone (Night)Mr. President POV"Whitewater… the traitor brother!" I yelled, snarling."Romeo and Juliet… Hahaha! I can't believe the fore-children of Parker from the Snowpack and Robert from the Firepack will actually be the ones I challenge in a fight," he laughed again as he moved from one point to another. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew our forefathers’ names. I am just 75 years old and have been ruling this land for 50 years. "What's your purpose for showing up after all these years, Roger?" I asked."You must have read history about me to know my name… oh, I even heard that Spencer is still alive," he said, looking at me."I don't like repeating myself. What do you want?" I pressed."Show some manners, kid. Don't your elders teach you not to interrupt when someone older is speaking?" he asked and I scoffed."Simple…" He suddenly said, "What I want is simple… I simply want you to unbrand the Whitewater pack as slaves." His words ignited my anger."That can never happen—not
Daisy's POVTwo Days LaterAs I approached the school gates today, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. My heart raced like a runaway train, each beat echoing my trepidation. Trust me, I would have preferred to stay at home. An idea suddenly flickered in my mind, staying home might be the best way to avoid being killed, but then again, I wouldn’t graduate. "So it’s a choice between graduating dead or not graduating alive," I mused to myself. There were no two ways about it.Today, I dressed like a boy, wearing baggy clothes and a cap pulled low over my eyes, anything to avoid attention. As I walked to the front of the lecture hall, I hesitated. The thought of stepping inside made me queasy. Just then, a lecturer approached where I stood."Come in," he beckoned, noticing my hesitation. I stood frozen, but his smile was reassuring. "As long as I'm the one lecturing, you have nothing to worry about," he added, and I took a deep breath before following him inside.Once in the lecture r
I halted in my tracks, slowly turning to face him. "Follow me," he ordered, his gaze fixed on me, leaving me no choice but to comply. We soon reached a vibrant wall of flowers, at which point he produced a remote and pressed a button. To my astonishment, the flowers parted, and I could hardly believe my eyes.As I followed him inside, I found myself in a new environment with a black penthouse standing at the top of a building. I was taken aback by its beauty as we approached the building door. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he answered it."I'll be there in a minute," he concluded, swiftly turning to head out. "I’ll meet you at 9 PM tonight, location: Fountain Bridge," he declared before we went our separate ways. I walked out with him, my mind still processing what had just happened. With a sense of unease, I decided to skip my remaining lectures and head home, hoping to avoid any further troubles.Just then, a Camry XLE pulled up in front of me. Should I run? Should I wait? My mind r
"I will be taking my leave," I declared firmly."Come on, girl! Sleep over! Let me prepare more cookies and bring in some drinks," Mrs. Johnson suggested enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling with hospitality."Mum, she has her reasons," Ruby interjected, sensing my disapproval."I have an important meeting with someone. Otherwise, I would love to stay over. My house is boring, to begin with, since I’m lonely," I admitted sincerely."I would love to delve into the details of your important meeting, but I know it might lead to a dead end since there is little we can do to protect you in this city," she said sadly, making me smile as I stood up."Don't wait for me, Mom and Dad. I’ll give her a lift home," Ruby announced decisively."Okay, kid," they replied, understanding the message she was conveying as we moved toward the exit.As we made our way, nerves began to gnaw at me. Today was the day I would meet Drake."If I may ask..." Ruby broke the silence, her voice trailing off."About t
"Can Liam protect me from Drake?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty."He can't," she replied flatly."I thought as much," I answered, a sense of resignation creeping in."Then why are you beating yourself up? If someone from one of the most powerful families can't protect me..." I trailed off."Well, there's a difference," she interjected."What do you mean by that?" I inquired, confused."First of all, the president ordered him to assign the punishment to you. If it was Liam who was with you on the bridge, he wouldn’t have demanded he kneel unless it was entirely warranted. But a fight might have broken out," she explained."Let's just get out of here," I declared, wanting to change the subject. "This place is dangerous.""Okay," she replied, and we climbed into the vehicle headed for my house."I’m really sorry for the humiliation you faced because of me on your birthday," I said, guilt washing over me."It’s okay. What are friends for?" she replied warmly."Thanks," I said,
"More reason I will want to protect her more - a virtuous woman like her," Fane replied as he chuckled."Anyway, I am not done speaking," he replied. "Judging her age and the fact that she is far more ripe than most young or should I say children virgins we take in, masters who take sex slaves will be willing to pay anything to have her.""What!" Fane remarked in shock, and I was shocked too. What's happening? Me as a sex slave? Not this, this is just too much for me. I thought as tears started flowing out of my eyes."Don't worry, Miss Daisy," Fane replied. "I will protect you with my life.""Now, strange man, you have said something that makes me want to kill you so badly," Fane replied angrily."I don't know why you are getting worked up over a slave that you are willing to throw your life away for her sake," he replied. "Don't tell me you are crushing on your boss's slave.""You got it all wrong," Fane replied, not taking a back. "I am just doing my job, and the one job my master
"I need to talk to you privately," Fane added."I'll explain later," I replied, opening the door to my house.Ruby nodded, her voice barely audible. "Okay." She walked inside, her eyes fixed on Fane only in the moment he is within her sight."I'm sorry to bother." Fane apologized."It's okay," I reassured him. "I'm all ears."Fane's expression turned serious. "About the incident that just happened – the unknown man crossing our path..."He paused, then asked, "Should I inform Sir Drake?""No, please don't." I shook my head firmly.Fane nodded. "Okay, no problem. At least I can see you're not alone today. If you notice anything strange, please let me know tomorrow, and I'll inform Sir Drake right away."I thanked him, and he replied, "I'm just doing my job. Make sure to lock the door when you get in.""Noted." I acknowledged his advice.As I turned to head inside, Fane waited until I locked the door before leaving.As I got into the house, and the first question Ruby asked me was, "Who
The post about Drake and me had already garnered over a million views. I doubted the audience was solely made up of students from our school. The comments flooded in, each more audacious and ridiculous than the last. "Drake is a man having a hard time. That’s why he is always cold. Just choosing a slave for his practical work partner, while he won’t be involved, means that if he had chosen me instead, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to me." Wow, Sarah had really spun this narrative beautifully. It was insidious yet shockingly effective. "Wow. I thought as much." "It’s obvious Sir Drake didn’t choose you because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to you." "Now that’s my girl. I hope you are doing well." "If I were you, I would also behave like Drake. I’d give my partner all the work to do too." "Trust me, I purposely chose someone who isn’t my friend and not up to my social status. She’s doing the assignment herself and she’s also a genius," S
"Drake Snow," one of the cashier called out, her voice echoing in surprise as her colleague turned to look."What the heck?" the other Casher added, her expression a mixture of disbelief and intrigue."Don't tell me a mere slave has the right to spend from a black card," the first Casher declared, scanning me from head to toe."Will you please concentrate? I have other places to be," I shot back, my annoyance flaring."Enter the PIN," one of them insisted, still visibly surprised as she held the POS out to me.PIN? This concept was new to me, but then my memory kicked in—I recalled a four-digit number added to Drake's earlier message, which I thought was a mistake. I checked my iPad, input the code, and watched as the transaction continued."You must be a student of KJ College," one Casher remarked as she continued processing the pay
"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio
Mr. Williams' POVI drove into the compound and immediately noticed a bodyguard standing by. "Is Sir Drake back?" I inquired. "Not yet," he replied curtly. "You can wait for him inside," he added, surprising me. "The Sir Drake I know would never say I should wait in his penthouse. He built this place for solitude. Asking me to come here is one thing, especially since the matter at hand warrants a meeting, but telling me to wait in his penthouse is out of character. He once called me here and I stood while he spoke," I thought, my eyebrows raising with skepticism. "Are you sure?" I pressed, maintaining my composure. "I just received instructions," he assured me. "What's the password?" I asked."I don't know," he admitted. "You must be kidding me," I retorted, already texting Sir Drake. Seconds later, he replied with a single name: "Daisy.""This is getting interesting and surprising," I mused, but I dared not question him about whether he had begun dating or something
"It seems as if you can't defeat the President's spoiled brat," I declared with a mocking tone. His anger flared, his annoyance palpable. "Three hundred and fifty million dollars," he growled, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. "You won," I announced. At that moment, it was evident that he wanted to keep pushing me to bid higher. The money was no problem for me; rather, I loathed the idea of being unknowingly controlled like a puppet.Rewind"You won," I declared. "What!" he yelled, his shock evident. "I thought you bid for that price," the auctioneer said, confused. "I can only imagine how you will be disposed of as the chairman, all to feed your weak ego," I shot back. "Damn you. How did you know? How do you know so much?" he seethed. I smirked inwardly; I have my ways. "I’ll be generous enough to buy your company when it goes bankrupt," I replied coolly as he stood, fuming, and stormed out. "I guess the winner for the watch is Mr. Drake. He secured the RDU watch for
Drake POVIt felt like an eternity waiting for Daisy to return as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Why was she taking so long? I rose from where I was and began my search, starting with my room. She wasn’t there, I wanted to check the bathroom section but I decided against it and proceed to check other rooms until I enter the last room that I found her sprawled out on the bed, her legs touching the ground.I move closer to her and I stared at her. No doubt she is beautiful as only a blind person will agree otherwise as she is currently a sleeping beauty.She is a slave, she should not be sleeping on my bed. I thought but just as I was about to wake her up. My ring tone broke my actions As I looked at the callers ID, my manager and I answered it“Good evening, Sir Drake,” he greeted cheerfully.I remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point. “So, how is your day without work going, sir?” he asked.“Boring,” I replied curtly.“Why don’t we spice things up with an event y
The door swung open, sending a shock through me. I wasn't sure what to make of this bizarre turn of events. Perhaps Drake wanted me to have easy access without disrupting him when I arrived. I found a lift and stairs, but this time I decided to take the lift. He had said to meet him in his penthouse, which I assumed was on the top floor. I took the lift, having learned from my previous experience with Liam that it would take me to the top. As the doors opened, I stepped out to find a sleek, black, and expensive-looking door. I opened it to find Drake standing with his back to me, staring out at the cityscape through the glass.The penthouse was a marvel, with a unique and expensive black design that extended from the interior to the exterior, accented with plenty of glass. It was a very high building, one that I had admired from afar before, but I had no idea it belonged to Drake.“Take care of the kitchen,” he ordered without even turning to face me.Part of me wanted to protest, but