Chapter 6

Ava's pov

There was something about the way he was looking at me, it sent a tingling sensation through my body. My soul felt ignited, my heart was racing.

What is going on?... I thought to myself.

His eyes strayed away from my face and began scanning him. My face was flaming hot, his eyes were undressing me, smearing heat across my skin.

This isn't me. Is this some new skill they have acquired? Bewitching humans to make them comply?...I thought to myself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was actually a couple of minutes, his gaze left my body and went back to the captain.

“State your name, pack and rank.” The king ordered.

The captain straightened his spine and went into full warrior mode.

“Captain Rhysand Ryker of stormfang pack.” The captain stated.

“Rhysand Ryker, noted.” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, captain. Do you care to explain the ruckus you just caused at my castle.” The king asked, face dead serious and tone sharp.

I heard captain Ryker suck in a deep breath besides me, even the werewolves fear the alpha king as much as we, the humans, do. One wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong breath and you'd find your head on a stake.

“Sir,” Captain Ryker started. “This young human has been giving us a tough time since we went to select them at the human settlement next to our pack. She defied and disrespected me in front of the other humans so I taught her a quick lesson.”

“Upon getting here, she got distracted and didn't start walking into the castle when we ordered them to, until a fellow human tugged at her restraint to get her to follow along. I had to teach her another lesson to serve as a reminder to always pay attention.” He finished.

The king all but stared at him, not saying a word. The tension in the throne room was palpable, an eerie silence.

Finally looking around I noticed that there were other humans from other settlements in the throne room, they all shook in fear. There were more werewolves, as well.

Representatives from each pack came to collect servants to be distributed in their packs.

Disgusting…I spat in my mind.

Turning to face forward I was stunned to see the King's gaze fixated on me.

“What is your name?” The king asked, no, demanded.

I may be defiant but I didn't want my head on a stake today, keeping my voice steady even though it was the complete opposite of the storm within me, I replied. “Ava Sinclair.”

A throat cleared behind me, then I remembered I didn't add his title.

“Your Majesty.” I added.

Although he had already caught on to my disrespect. His nose flared and his eyes flashed. Everyone drew in sharp breaths expecting the worst, as did I.

“Lyra,” He said, to the confusion of everyone.“begin the allocation.”

Lyra, the werewolf princess, who was seated on one of the four chairs in front of the king, cleared her throat then stood up.

She was beautiful. She has a warm skin tone, pin straight black hair, icy blue eyes, a slender and toned build. She was one out of the King's two siblings.

Her twin brother was Rowan Blackthorn, he looked just like her but more muscular and masculine with grey eyes.

I had heard about both of them from local gossip. Lyra was said to be a very kind hearted woman, any human under her care was treated with love and respect, they were treated as though their species didn't matter. She cared about people, I have never heard a bad thing about her.

As for Rowan, he was equally kind but mischievous and reckless. He lived life like he had no troubles, he was only said to be serious at serious gatherings and events, other than that he would throw caution to the wind. He doesn't treat humans badly nor does he particularly care about them. If he sees you he will help but not go out of his way to seek humans to help like his sister.

Lyra picked up a scroll from her laps and began. “Dear citizens of Lycara, as you all know today is the day of the selection and allocation. I have received all your applications for new servants.”

“For those who are not aware, there are three categories of servants.” She said looking towards us, the new selection. “General servants — these sets of humans are allocated to a household or the castle to work there, this could be as a cleaner, nanny, gardener or cook.”

“Pack caregivers — these humans are responsible for taking care of the pack as a whole. Cleaning up after the warriors finish training, farming, weeding, fishing and so on.”

“Personal entertainers — as the name implies, these humans are given to a specific master to attend to personally. All needs requested by the master MUST be met even though it is sexual.”

She paused letting that sink in. “Now, I will begin the allocation. This year two hundred and fifty humans were selected, they would be shared amongst all the 10 packs evenly.”

I was disgusted. She was talking about us like we were a piece of furniture they could pass around, a piece of clothing they could buy, use and discard however they deemed fit. My blood was boiling at the way she spoke about us, my first curled in anger because I couldn't do anything about it.

“Each pack will receive twenty five new servants which each pack's Luna will distribute amongst the members of the pack in whatever way benefits the pack. Now I'll select and allocate the twenty five servants that will be staying here, at the blackthorn pack.”

She walks forward and begins to select us, Sylvia was amongst those whom she selected. She was allocated as a personal entertainer to one of the enforcers.

I felt sorry for her, I turned them out as I was beyond disgusted.

Suddenly the king ordered, “Enough.”

This made me turn back to what was happening.

What's going on?... I thought.

“Your majesty, I have only selected twenty four out of twenty five humans.” Lyra said.

“I would like to pick the twenty fifth myself.” The king replied.

Murmurs erupted around me. I tried picking up a few words and it turns out this is the first time the king is doing such a thing.

“Very well.” Lyra said, then turned back and walked to her seat.

The king stood up, looked in my direction and to my horror he lifted a finger and pointed at me. “You.”

This can't be happening… I thought I was in disbelief.

My world has just been titled, why me?