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Demi's pov

My broken wrists were healing while Harris's health was ailing and I had nothing more to do than to cry which is what I have done over the past years.

Cry, cry, and cry again without thinking of a solution to my issues and there was no solution in sight even if I tried to think.

I couldn't run away, where would I run to? Neither could I work to gain money for his health, where would I work? I was a designated slave here.

I was a mere pack slave, a weak omega who went through the same process of torture every day of her life while trying to fend for her brother and I feared dearly that this is what things would be like for us for the rest of our lives.

I winced as the blisters on my palms ached when I held onto the brush to scrub the grounds, they burned with a fiery intensity that heightened my pain.

My heart wasn't where I was at the moment, it was where Haris was in our room and I wondered and worried about his condition since I wasn't there to check up on him.

I knew he'd be tossing and turning now in discomfort.

I could only wipe him down with a wet hot cloth in the morning when his symptoms got worse which was what I did all the time and while I did that, I prayed hard that he would be okay like I always did each time he got this sick.

I couldn't spend much time with him like I would love to because I had to scrub the halls and meeting rooms for Logan was receiving guests and he needed things to be put in place.

It was a very special guest he had stated while warning me not to mess this up so contrary to my wishes, I had to abandon Haris and do Logan's bidding.

My hands were sore and tender, my joints felt terrible like they were inflammed and my back ached.

My wrists weren't completely healed and I had a terrible headache but I went on scrubbing with all my might not wanting to incur their wrath because I was hoping not to be beat today which was highly impossible but a girl could hope.

As I scrubbed the ground I could hear chatter and high-pitched laughter followed by the clicking soles of boots against the tiles.

I looked up to see Nina and her friends walking into the hall with their riding attire, they had just finished from outside and as they waltzed into the place, the mud from their shoes stained the spots which they stepped on, on places where I had cleaned completely.

I frowned and waited for them to reach me and when they did, I rose to my feet standing before them so they would notice me.

"What's that smell?" One of the girls asked putting her hand over her nose and she waved her wrist in a motion that indicated that she was blowing the air.

"Smells like corpses." Another added and they all burst into laughter jeering at me as I stood before them waiting for their conversation to be over.

"And why are you standing before me like that?" Nina asked raising a brow at me.

"You should have taken the other hall."

"What?"

"I am cleaning and you walked in staining the floor with your muddy shoes."

Nina's eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at me with her girls but I didn't care. I had to leave my sick brother to scrub the halls and I was almost done only for them to come in and mess everything up.

"Repeat it."

"I said." I moved closer to her and almost laughed when she backed away from my stench, "You stained the grounds with your m-"

I never got to get my words out in full as her palm met with my cheek slapping me so hard that my head swung to the other side from the force. A dull ache began to spread in the spot and I could feel the skin redden.

"How dare you?!" She barked at me going to drag my hair and then she stopped when one of the girls moved and it looked like they were mindlinking, "Girls! Show her what you can do with your muddy boots!" She changed her mind on grabbing me and stepped back with a delightful smirk.

And right there, I watched as they stomped around the hall marring everywhere I had cleaned and Nina kicked the pail of water over and its content spilled all over the ground.

"Guess what?" She smirked at me, "You have to start all over again and I can tell you that My dear Logan wouldn't be pleased."

I didn't say a word, I stood in regret and self-reproach wondering why I even bothered standing up for myself when it never ended well.

They walked away resuming their loud chatter while I surveyed the hall again looking at the damage done by them and how I had to start again from the beginning.

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After terrible long hours and Logan barking at me without hitting me which was weird. I finally finished all the work I was to do and rushed to check up on Haris and after I did that I had to leave immediately to follow one of Logan's strange orders.

It was a very very strange order.

He had required me to take a bath and gave me decent clothes to put on after.

Maybe he's taking us on a date, My wolf said as I scrubbed myself with the sponge and soap that came with the dress, he didn't even hit us today.

Maybe, I agreed with her thinking of the possibilities and a part of me hoped that maybe he was actually going to take us out. Maybe he was having a rethink on the whole rejection and he finally wanted to accept me.

I smiled to myself and scrubbed harder despite knowing that it wouldn't rub off my stench but I had to try.

I got dirt out of my nails and rinsed my body before getting out of the bathroom and going to dress up.

It was a decent gown and by the time I was ready I checked up on Haris again to see that his condition was better and with a satisfied nod I left him to go see what Logan wanted before he began barking my name again.

I got to where he asked me to wait and I stood at the door waiting for me to tell him to enter and when he did by yelling my name I obeyed quietly.

It was one of the parlors in the pack house and I got in to see him seated on one of the chairs with a man opposite him.

I didn't look at the man as I smelt that he wasn't one of us and his scent was suspicious. It didn't smell like he even belonged to a pack.

"This is her." Logan pointed at me and I heard the man hum in approval before feeling his eyes all over me, "She's perfect for the job, isn't she?"

Job?

"Turn around." The man spoke suddenly and I froze in my spot still not looking at the man and not obeying his command either.

"Do as he says!" At Logan's words, I did exactly as he requested.

I gave a three sixty with my head held up high using the opportunity to look at the man. He looked identical to Logan and one could mistake them for brothers even with the man having brown hair in contrast to Logan's blonde.

"Not bad, if you don't mind the stench." The man joked before erupting in laughter and Logan joined in.

A date right? I asked my wolf with sarcasm, all hopes in me deflating as I felt stupid for hoping that he would change.

"So when does she leave?"

"Soon." Logan answered, "As soon as we can send her off."

"Where am I going?" I asked without caution.

"Don't speak unless spoken to!" He frowned at me and I went mute again.

"Have it easy on the girl and explain to her."

"Your brother is sick." Logan began, "And you are obviously unable to afford a diagnosis and treatment."

"Yes, Alpha."

"We shall help you." The other man spoke stroking his chin, "But first you have to do something."

Sleep with him?

That sounded like the only suggestion as I saw the way he was looking at me.

"Do you think he will fall for this?" Logan asked the man.

"Yes, he is kind yet ruthless and easygoing and wouldn't turn away a poor girl needing help."

Their conversation still left me confused.

"In exchange for your brother's cure." Logan spoke, "You are to be sent to the alpha king, and your mission there is to kill him."