6

Liam’s Pov

I felt insulted. How dare the elders give me a warning? Rage boiled within me. Nobody talks to me with disrespect and goes free. I wanted to vent my anger, and I remembered the cause of this problem—my latest girl, Maxine. Without a second thought, I stormed towards her small chambers, more like a cell.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing Maxine huddled in a corner. The room was cold and dark, just like my mood.

Maxine looked up, her eyes widening in fear as she saw my fury. She tried to brace herself for what was coming. From the look in my eyes, she knew it was trouble.

"Get up!" My voice was a harsh command, echoing off the stone walls. Maxine scrambled to her feet, her body trembling. She was scared of getting any physical punishment. I guess her body wasn't strong enough to handle that. But I didn't care.

"This is your fault!" I spat, stepping closer. "Because of you, the elders dare to threaten me! I could kill you and anyone who dares to challenge me."

Tears welled up in Maxine's eyes, but she knew better than to beg. She had learned that pleading only made things worse. Instead, she bit her lip and tried to stay strong, though her determination was crumbling.

I grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her towards him. "You're nothing but trouble," he growled. "Do you want me to teach you a hard lesson?"

Maxine's tears finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. She looked up at me, her eyes were filled with sorrow and fear. But she stayed silent, knowing any words she spoke would be useless and could earn her more punishment.

"Look at you," Liam sneered, shaking her slightly. "You're weak. A weak mate reflects badly on me. Do you understand that? You can't be."

Maxine nodded, her voice a mere whisper, "Yes, master."

"Is this how you repay me for taking you in? Or do you think it's easy to take in an omega? A worthless omega?" His grip tightened on her arm, causing her to wince in pain.

"I... I'm sorry," she managed to say, her voice cracking.

"Sorry? Sorry, it doesn't cut it!" Liam shouted, his anger flaring. "Someone is leaking information here, we have a mole. If you are working with this person, you should tell me now else, all of you involved would face the consequences."

Maxine nodded again, her tears falling faster now. "I hear you," she whispered, her heartbreak.

"Good," he said, releasing her arm and pushing her away. "And if you know the person, and didn't say it, you'll regret it. Trust me."

She stumbled back, her back hitting the wall. She didn't dare move, just watched as you paced the room. My anger was still simmering.

"I don't care what it takes," he continued, his voice cold. "You will make it happen. Fish them all out. The moles. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she repeated, her voice barely audible.

Liam stopped and looked at her, his eyes narrowing. "But I’ll have to punish you," he ordered. "You will have to visit my chambers. There's a lot to make up for."

Maxine wiped her tears with trembling hands, trying to obey his command. But the fear and sadness were overwhelming.

"I... I'll do it," she said, her voice small.

"So, you will freshen up and come to my chambers," Liam snapped. "I’ll not wait for you for too long. And if I do, there will be consequences."

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I will," she promised, clutching her hands together.

"Good," he said, finally turning towards the door. "Remember, Maxine, I must not wait for you. You will wish that you had never been born if I had to wait for you."

With that, he left the chamber, slamming the door behind him. Maxine sank to the floor, her body shaking with silent sobs. She felt hopeless, trapped in a situation where, no matter what she did, it would never be enough.

Maxine’s Pov

My sobs echoed softly in the dark chamber. Slowly, I wiped my tears, trying to compose myself. I knew I had to face Liam again soon, and being late was not an option.

Slowly, I got up and made my way to the small bathroom sink in the corner. The cold water felt like ice against my skin as I splashed it on my face, trying to calm my nerves. I looked at myself in the cracked mirror, my eyes red and puffy from crying.

"I have to be strong," I whispered to myself, though the words felt hollow.

With trembling hands, I straightened my clothes that were brought a while ago by the security guard and made my way to Liam's chambers. Each step felt heavy, the weight of her situation pressing down on me. I didn't know what to expect.

When I finally reached his door, I hesitated, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.

"Enter," Liam's voice commanded from inside.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. My expression was downcast, and it showed in my eyes. Liam was sitting at his desk, his eyes fixed on me with a look of impatience.

"You're late," he said coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm sorry, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I came as fast as I could."

"Sorry won't save you," Liam said, standing up and walking towards me. "You need to learn what happens when you disappoint me."

My heart raced as he approached. I tried to steady my breathing, knowing any sign of fear would only fuel his anger.

"You think you can cry your way out of this?" Liam asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tears are a sign of weakness."

"I'm not trying to, Master," I said, my voice shaking. "I just want to do better."

Liam grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Better isn't good enough," he said. "You need to be perfect."

"I'll try," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears again despite my efforts to hold them back. He was hurting me and I couldn't do anything.

"You better do more than try," Liam growled, releasing my chin and stepping back. "Now, clean this room. Every corner, every surface. I want it spotless. And you won't leave until it is."

I nodded quickly, eager to show my willingness to obey. "Yes, Master," I said, hurrying to find a cloth and a bucket of water. I feel much better that I had to do this than to be screwed by him. I mean I don't even have the energy.

As I started cleaning, Liam sat back down at his desk, watching my every move. The silence was oppressive, but I focused on my task, trying to prove myself.

"Do you know why you're here, Maxine?" Liam asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

I paused, unsure how to respond. "Because... I need to be better?" I ventured, hoping it was the right answer.

Liam snorted. "Partly. But also, because you need to understand your place. You are here to serve me, to make my life easier. Not to cause problems."

"I understand, Master," I replied, my voice small.

"You'd better," Liam said, his tone menacing. "Because if you fail again, the punishment will be much worse."

My heart sank, but I nodded. "I won't fail," I promised, though I wasn't sure if she could keep that promise. Because I don't even know how to serve him and not be in his black book.

Liam leaned back in his chair, watching me with a cold, calculating gaze. "Good," he said. "Now, get back to work."

I continued cleaning, my hands were shaking, but I continued. I had to find a way to survive this, to endure Liam's wrath and prove myself worthy. Or even escape. For now, all I could do was obey and hope that it would be enough to avoid his anger.

As I scrubbed the floor, I silently vowed to find a way out of this nightmare, no matter what it took.