Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

He placed his hand under my chin and gently lifted it, scolding me.

“No! Don’t ever be sorry about anything unless it’s truly worth an apology. Aren’t you tired of always apologizing, Amira?” His intensity made it clear that he was furious with my demeanor, with the fact that I was so weak.

“You are not a weakling. You are mine, Amira, and that alone should make you strong.”

What did he mean by “I was his”? I had never belonged to anyone, nor anywhere, but here he was, claiming my very existence.

“How am I yours, Master? I am just a slave, with nothing to offer anyone. I’m cursed—never to belong, never to be loved.

I was rejected by two mates already. I am cursed, meant for the world to trample on,” I replied fiercely, yet with a sadness that couldn’t be explained.

His silence told me I was right, and even he couldn’t argue with that fact.

AMIRA’S POV

“Don’t hurt me, please!” I screamed into the darkness as I rolled in the mud. I had been running through the dark forest, trying to escape from the man who had tried to attack me.

The vast, cavernous space seemed endless. I could smell the rush of blood, pulsing in my head as I ran through the dark woods. The night sky above seemed like an open mouth, ready to swallow me whole.

My attacker was closing in, his red eyes glowing in the dark. I could see the hate and anger in his gaze as he lifted his clawed fingers and swiped them across my chest.

I woke with a start, sweating profusely, to the angry voice of the Head Maid.

My eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, tired and dizzy.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” The Head Maid’s voice boomed, breaking through one of my dizzy spells. I hadn’t realized she had caught me drifting off to sleep on the dishwashing counter.

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“What is wrong with you, Amira?!” she roared angrily, her eyes blazing with fury. There was something close to murder in her stare. Was this how much they hated me? I thought to myself, struggling to pull myself off the hard wood that served as my bed.

Even though Alpha Christian had prepared a special room for me, I still spent my nights in the cramped, airtight space that was the storage room. I knew it would only make the other maids treat me with more hatred and anger.

I opened my eyes to see her glowering at me, her eyes bearing down on me as I arched my back from the pain. I had been having dizzy spells lately, which had made it nearly impossible to handle any work.

It was already six PM. I knew I had finished all my chores. What else did she want from me?

“Is there something you need from me, Miss Ava?” I asked, looking at her with tired eyes.

“You think just because you’re here, you can sleep freely as you please?” she asked sarcastically, her voice dripping with disdain.

“You’re lucky Alpha Christian even gave you a second thought, or you’d be out on the street, you cursed girl. You have no place here. Nobody wants you here. And no, there is absolutely nothing I need you to do for me,” she said, her eyes scanning me with clear anger.

“Luna Vivienne is asking for you, and you better hurry up. Feel free to look as disheveled as you already do. You’ve never looked any better, anyway,” she chuckled mockingly.

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