Luciana's p. o. v

I knew I was going to face a rattled snake the moment dad ordered me to see mum. She was silently fuming with rage. I was welcomed with a hot slap that made me hit my head on the wall.

There were no tears in my eyes anymore. I struggled to control my wolf, the beast. She really wanted to be let out and face my tormentor.

I was not surprised by the certain change of things. "You will have to... Sorry you must follow the new rules," she beamed with a smile as she held me by the jaw. I didn't know she was that strong until I started feeling the pain.

I was struggling to free myself from her grip when Aurelio came in. At this time the beast was at the edge. It was almost giving up on my control. "You have a knew status as from today... You are a mere slave. Strictly follow the orders or else..., "

Aurelio already hit me in the groin as if it was the missing part of her mum's words. I growled and whimpered in excruciating pain.

"Don't make me kick the hell out your ass now. Never look at me in the face, idiot. Did you get that?" she asked while pressing my jaw. The beast... My wolf growled with anger. They weren't strong than me, I knew.

"Yes... I did," I said as I staggered back from her grip.

"Yes who?" she yelled at me.

"Yes madam!" I answered immediately to avoid another blow.

May be they just hated me for I was. My personality? My aura? Or is it because of my thick dark coat? Or may be my late shifting?

Were they really my parents? Even if it was some kind of training, why only me and not Aurelio? I didn't cry even when I wanted to. Something had changed in me the very moment I shifted.

I was just getting stronger. My first time in the servant quarters. Unlike everyone else I had to sleep on a dead animal's skin on the wet floor without even a piece of a bad blanket.

I hardly slept but I didn't cry. I endured the night away. I shifted and my thick dark coat served me right for the whole night.

The next day was a big day for the Pack. The Mabon ball party, the first of it's kind to be held on the mighty soil of the Canine Pack. But it just came at the wrong time. The time I had been successfully turned into a slave.

With my beautiful past behind me and the rugged feature awaiting me. To tear me apart if I slipped into it's jaws without care. Yes... Me who had the very perfect smile the other day but I was now forced to turn it into a mask to tug away my pains.

I wouldn't cry... Not me when, I had the beast.

"Where's that fucking idiot?" the sharp voice snapped me away from my thoughts. I already recognized it. I prepared myself for the worst. I didn't want to show my weakness though it dawned to me that I was going to live that way forever.

I stood up... Not trembling as before but rooted to the ground with my eyes staring at my pale white toes. Only my heart was thumping against my ribcage threatening to crack it at any moment.

Her cologne... Or whatever kind of perfume it was, almost made me puke. It was weird and disgusting. What I inhaled was kick potent combination of barnyard sweat, rotten egg and sewage.

I wondered how it was appealing to her. She must have been using an expired one or... Maybe she just didn't care.

My wolf was calm but I knew it would shortly go berserk if the situation got out hand. The beast. I was getting used to. Aurelio stood right before me and ran her filthy hands into my neat hair.

At some point I pitied her. She was unknowingly endangering her life by messing with me. But I had to play the poor villain in this or else I would be dead before I blinked my eyes.

"Who told you to sleep late into the morning bitch?" she quizzed as she circled me. I could feel her eyes poke holes into my body. I remained still without moving an inch.

"Did you forget about your new status?" she said as she punched hard in my abdomen. I went on my knees as held the painful part before another blow landed on my head. The beast... I almost shifted and attacked her but again I was just poor.

"Get yourself to the pack house immediately!" she barked before kicking me again.

I almost ran into mum at the door. She took me through the tedious work of cleaning the Pack house on own at her supervision.

I worked with speed as if was used to. Two hours later visitors started arriving. The first one was Alpha Khalid. Like my dad he was cruel and ruthless. His devilish obsidian dark eyes could possibly cause danger to anyone he stared at for a long time.

"She is now my slave," he said as he grapped my hand. His huge palm swallowed my arm and I groaned in pain as he continued to squeeze it.

"How many times have I warned you to behave yourself before guests? " he asked as he squeezed harder. I bit my Lower lip harder till I could taste my own blood in my mouth.

I opened my eyes just to find myself staring into his crimson red eyes. I was like a prey under the tight grasp of its predator. Dad resembled a lion whenever he got angry. You could faint by just watching him boil with anger.

"What about the other?" Alpha Khalid inquired as he touched my face with his rough fingers. The other? Who was he referring to? I leaned back to evade his loathsome touch. The stench from his nicotine stained death was toxic.

"She is somewhere, I will let you know about her later," he replied metaphorically. I couldn't understand who or what they were talking about. They made sure I didn't understand anything.

Alpha Khalid inspected me with his robotic eyes. He pressed my ribs with tough fingers. He made sure he got a good view of my whole body. While others were clad in there best, I was in clad in faded sweatpants and pair of multicolored slippers.

My oversized t-shirt hung on me like a windsock on pole. But I didn't hate myself though. I spotted Jayden from the crowd. He was more handsome than I had seen him the other day. I could see how he pitied me than anybody else.

"I miss such a person in my territory," Alpha Khalid insinuated as he gazed at me with his emotionless void face. He was a mysterious man. Unpredictable and difficult to conquer.

And what was worse than finding myself in his hands? Was it not the same as being roasted like a junk of meat over raging fire? Would my dad hand me to him? To be crushed to death? No... But what if he decided to? I wouldn't decline after all, huh.

I was fated to death if at all the goddess herself was not going to intervene on my behalf.

Dad pushed me to the ground before I got up and limbed away. "Hey bitch!" I thought my ears were playing tricks on me until I turned. There she was... The least I expected from her.