Chapter 1 Chapter 1

Catherine's POV I had been working as a slave for almost eight whole goddamn years in this stinking shithole of Silver Moon Pack. My life turned upside down at the age of 10. I'm about to reach 18 years old, but that won't happen until after two days. Like most werewolves, my wolf has still not emerged. I don't know why, but I feel like she's inside me...as if she is in a deep slumber... I pushed that thought away. Maybe that's just pure imagination. Anyway, They called me their slave, and I followed their every order as long as it was all about doing chores. All the cleaning, cooking, laundry, all that shit. They used me so they would spend their time freely doing whatever they want, whenever they wanted. I don't remember anything from my past. All I know is that I've been a slave for as long as I can remember. At least my name was still intact in my head. My first name, that is. I'm Catherine, daughter of no one, sister to none, and slave to almost everyone. I spent these years all alone serving a pack of arseholes who have always wanted to be a pain in my arse. Like this one. "How dare you seduce my mate!" Jessica barged into my room without even bothering to knock. Curse me for not locking the door last night when I finished all my damn chores. The sight of a curvy woman's figure standing right in front of my wooden bed appeared before my eyes. I forced myself to get up even when I was feeling all woozy and weak out of tiredness. As I stood up, Jessica waited until we were now face to face with each other. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision then took a moment to look at her real close. Her light blond curly hair that fell down her large breasts framed her entire face so well that all the male werewolves would come drooling at her feet. She seemed to love the attention so she picked a wardrobe mostly containing an extreme lot of revealing clothes in it. Now she was wearing a short tight silver dress that barely covered her legs paired with a set of matching silver high heels that made her ten inches taller than she really is. As if that was not enough, she decorated her neck with more glittering accessories that screamed wealth. There was, however, one thing that made me feel unease about her presence. Her face was burning red with anger, her nostrils flaring at me with rage. I can almost imagine smoke coming out of her nose. SLAAAAAP! Bloody hell. What could possibly be her problem this time? I raised my hand to hold my cheek right were Jessica landed a powerful slap across my face. Great. What a wonderful way to start my day. "That's what you get for trying to steal my mate!" She barked. "I don't know what you're talking about." Claiming that I knew nothing of the sitation was true. I had no idea about whatever she's blaming me for. "Go ahead and act stupid. You will never get anywhere seducing him. Easton is mine you little bitch." She slapped me again on the other cheek and landed another slap painfully on my face. My cheeks now burning in pain like a thousand bees just stung me in the face. Easton? This clueless femme didn't even figure out the whole truth. Easton was the one who kept checking me out whenever I went to clean his room. How could it be my fault that her chosen mate was being unfaithful? I lowered my head in defeat, knowing that if I argue with Jessica and challenge her temper, I will end up with no food and water at least for the next three days. Even if I did not meet her eyes, I can feel her glaring murderously at my figure. I was standing in front of Jessica who was only inches away from my vulnerable body. She was towering over me with her great height. A solid 5'8 footer compared to my measly 5 feet height. Someone who might be staring at us would suspect me as a mouse being eaten by a deadly snake. Jessica then trashed my room. She rummaged my small drawer finding every piece of clothing I have and tore them into smaller pieces as is she wanted to make me walk with a naked body around in the pack house. I just stood there and watched her act like a crazy ass dog trashing my room for no acceptable reason. She broke evey piece of furniture left in my little space, broke every glass she could find and let them scatter on the old wooden floor. With one last glare, Jessica left with her head held high, as if claiming that she had won. Silence enveloped the room as I stared at the only place I've felt like home. My cheeks were stinging painfully still. I checked the clock and found it was already 5 in the morning. "Oh goddess! I'm late!" At exactly 4:30, I should have been getting ready to cook for a total of 537 hungry and angry werewolves of the Silver Moon pack. Without caring about my disheveled appearance or my burning cheeks as a result of Jessica's little outburst, I headed down the dirty kitchen. I was practically running down the stairs in a rush to get on with the cooking when my head suddenly bumped into a huge wall. Strange. If I remember correctly the structure and built of the pack house, I'm pretty sure there aren't supposed to be any wall blocking the stairway. "Where do you think you're going, you little slave?" That voice. My head jerked immediately upwards as I tried to back away from the owner of that voice. With one swift movement, he trapped me in between his hands, and in an attempt to avoid his touch I dodged his hand that was reaching out to pinch my chin, causing me to plaster my back on the wall near me. I stumbled clumsily before the sight of him. Easton looked down on me looking as handsome as ever. I took one glance taking in his physiques. Short brown hair, glowing amber eyes, long thick lashes, and a nose like that of a Pharaoh's. My eyes quickly returned to the floor, and I made sure to avoid eye contact in case Jessica appears out in the blue like she did just a while back. I don't have the time to deal with a spoiled, angry she-wolf when I'm running late to start my chores as the pack's only slave. "To the kitchen." I replied shortly. What could he be doing this early in the morning? Not that I care, though. Surprisingly, he leaned in and hurriedly buried his head on my neck. Shocked, I tried pushing him away with all my might, not knowing what to do or how I should react. His strong hand grabbed both of mine and raised them above my head. I can feel him. His breath tickled the surface of my skin and I yelped when I felt his tongue lick the skin behind my ears. I struggled, helplessness filled me inside as I tried to loosen his grasp on my small, sweaty hands. "Stop, please." I pleaded, hoping he will release me from his tight grasp. Easton covered my mouth with his free hand, moved his body aggressively to touch my own, pushing me against the wall harder. I was losing my breath, suffocating from the hardness of his body pushed against mine that I even felt his strong eight pack abs touch the front of my soft breasts. The dirty white shirt I was wearing and his thin longsleeve top were the only barriers keeping us from skin contact. I gasped for air. My eyes traveled from his eyes to his pink sexy lips. Even if I can't open my mouth, I was screaming loudly on the inside. A strange feeling suddenly rose in me when I noticed something hard poking my virgin core.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Easton's POV: I'd finished fucking an omega in the storage room and taken a quick walk down the hallway to get my shit together before going back to dealing with that Jessica, who my father chose to be my mate. I mentally roll my eyes, dreading the fact that I would have to face my ‘chosen’ mate. The truth is, my father was the one who chose Jessica for me, I didn’t. Although she is a real hotshot, she’s more hot-tempered and possessive than I am. In other words, she got looks. A brain? Not so much. She wants to be Luna, but I don’t think I she’s fit that role though. If I would pick a mate out for myself, I definitely won't pick Jessica. She would wear too much makeup, clothes that were barely covering anything on her body, and seemed well…too into me. For the past few months I have been extremely patient with her demands. I admit I must have spoiled her too much in order to please my father who is presently the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, Alpha Norman. Eight years ago, I vowed to make him proud of me one day when I succeed him in the Alpha position. He's the only role model who ever stood up for me and taught me how to survive at a very young age. My real mother? She left my dad to be with her fated mate. Eventually, they created a family of their own, leaving me and my dad out of the picture. Several years later, my dad married another she-wolf from the pack. She descended from the beta bloodline, but I made it crystal clear that I won't be playing house with my father's wife. Oh well, that was why I hate all she-wolves from the very beginning, after all. Because my mother chose to be with her goddess-given mate rather than being with her son and the werewolf she chose to marry, I always thought of rejecting my mate once I figure out who she is. I want to see her suffer like I did with my useless mother. However, the minute I turned eighteen I had a revelation. I was smelling the most delicious strawberry scent mixed with a strong scent of roses in the air. I followed that scent so eagerly as I decided to figure out whether the opening between her legs smells the same way too. I was getting close. Curious on why the scent was making my head spin and my heart race like it never did for any other femme before. Her scent led me towards the laundry room. Then, I stopped. There could only be one werewolf that ever stepped foot in the laundry room. My eyes widened in horror, washing away my excitement like a bucket of ice cold water went over my head. My mate was the pack slave. After that realization, I back away shocked. I ran back towards my room and locked the door. Why would the moon goddess give me a mere slave as my mate? It's unacceptable! Since she was only 17, she didn't know who I am to her. Still, I can't help but admit that she really is beautiful and her scent really seduced me to even think that I would want to fuck a slave, the lowest of the low. I raised my head and caught a glimpse of my goddess-given mate bounce her perky breasts while running down the stairs hurriedly. There she was. Her unkempt hair didn't compromise the beauty of her small pretty face. All the other she-wolves in the pack would always make sure to keep their hair silky smooth or display big curly waves cascading down their breasts and would settle for nothing less. Compared to all of them the slave looks perfect even with messy hair. Her eyes never losing their shine even when she gets knocked down by the other werewolves who bully her every single day. Her torn fitted jeans only hugged her perfect heart-shaped ass and long, sexy legs that I always wanted to squeeze with my fingers. Her neck revealed a perfect snow white skin that my body seems to be electrified every time I touch her fair hands. Like that time when she dropped a book from the shelf and I acted to be that gentleman just to be able to feel her skin. Looking at how hot she looks right now, I just want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right then and there. But, as the Alpha's next-in-line I have my own responsibilities. That includes keeping away from the pack slave. "Claim her Easton." My wolf Dex spoke so eagerly inside my head. "She's just a lowly slave." I reminded him. "Fuck that! She's our mate! You shouldn’t turn your back on her! She needs our help.""Even if she is our mate that can't erase the fact that she's a slave. I'm going to be the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. The rest of the pack would probably mock me if they knew that my mate is a slave. We're going to be a joke!" Dex growled but soon after nodded in agreement. An easy win. "However, that doesn't mean I don't get to play." I grinned. I took a quick look around to check whether there was anyone around to spy on us. When I made sure there was zero werewolf, I decided to take action and flung my chest to block her from the kitchen so I suddenly appeared out of nowhere as it may seem. She held her forehead, revealing the cutest expression like a kitten who had just been surprised. "Where are you going, you little slave?" I asked. When I met her gaze, I knew she was checking me out, studying my incomparably handsome face. Huh. Seems like she might just throw herself at me like the other omegas drooling for my dick. To my surprise, she backed away from me as if trying her best to avoid me at all costs. Hasn't this slave learned anything? I'm the Alpha's son and next-in-line. All the other she-wolves will do everything and anything in all kinds of means just to get close to me. Some of the she-wolves I chose are even lucky enough to receive their rewards by receiving my dick through their weak ass. This woman just had to spread her legs and let me do all the fucking work, literally. I watch her feeling slightly amused. Isn’t this what girls normally wanted? Being pinned against the wall? Little Catherine here seemed to love playing all pretend. Hmph. I doubt this woman is still even a virgin. Why does she care about modesty too fucking much? Seeing her trying to get away triggered something inside me to trap her with my bare hands. I approached her so that her back faces the wall near her, and I leaned forward so I can get a look at that pretty little face. Just when I leaned close her strong seductive scent invaded my nose. The most heavenly smell of strawberries and a hint of vanilla to it. I gritted my teeth, not really happy at the fact that I could hardly get control of myself now that her body was this mature. Despite my annoyance, I moved in to smell her neck and took a deep breath. My wolf, Dex, was going crazy in my mind wagging his tail as I took in her delicious scent. Deep down, I knew we were meant to be. Her body was made so perfectly to match my own and my now hard dick. She struggles and I felt her hand push me away. I immediately grabbed her hands and raised them above her head so I could continue swimming in her scent. My mouth wants its share of her flesh and I hunger for more than just her scent. My tongue tasted the surface of her skin on her neck. Damn. She's so fucking good. She smells good, looks good, tastes good too. More. I want more. I wonder what she would taste like right under there? My head was suddenly filled with images of her with legs spread wide open on my bed. I lick my lips, swimming in my own lust. I felt her hands tremble in my grasp, her body shaking and I held her still. I was about to slide my hands under her shirt to discover the size of her breasts hiding beneath that sexy top. "Easton?!" Jessica’s sharp voice offended my ears. I can hear her footsteps getting near. She was mumbling something incoherent but I was able to make out only one word that came out of her mouth. Norman. And that was my father’s name. The little slave gasped in shock and her eyes darted to Jessica and me back and forth. “Wait ‘til I tell the Alpha about this, you little slut!” I mentally roll my eyes, turning my head to glance at a seething woman huffing heavy breaths behind me. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Looking at Jessica mockingly, I smirked and pulled my mate’s body closer to me which was a jaw-dropping scene for her. The slave gasped again and I was really enjoying her reactions every time I see her face. That was when I decided to do everything I can to get her into my bed, through any means possible.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Catherine's POV: My mind got easily bombarded with questions as I felt Easton slowly change the position of his lips from my neck moving forward to my cheek. The stinging pain from Jessica's slap earlier instantly got replaced with a tingling sensation evidently caused by Easton's warm breath. I panicked. My body was shaking, my hands were sweating, I can't even feel my legs. Just when I wondered when this was going to end and where it would lead me, Jessica reappeared. And for the first time, her sudden appearance made me feel relief rather than fear or dismay. "What the fuck are you doing with that little bitch?!" She screamed. I can tell from her eyes that she was about to explode with intense rage, threatening to pounce at me anytime. I looked at Easton, and from the look of his calm expression I can't even tell if he was annoyed or at least worried that his chosen mate just caught him sniffing another she-wolf right under her nose. He didn't turn his gaze away from me. Instead, he displayed a cocky grin and released my hands slowly as he turned towards where Jessica was standing nearby. I swear I saw him roll his eyes before facing Jessica who was merely two feet away behind him. I didn't understand why Easton would suddenly appear and grab me for no reason at all when he for sure kept his distance from me for the past couple of months. I was a confused lamb. His strange behavior and actions just now only added to my confusion. "What are YOU doing so early in the morning honey? You shouldn't sneak up to other people's business just like that." Easton straight up answered her question. Jessica's face and ears turned completely red after hearing what Easton just said. "But i'm your chosen mate!" Jessica replied, her blue sapphire eyes threatened to burst into tears with the coldness in Easton's voice. I stood very still in my position, not daring to move a single inch after what had just transpired between me and Easton. "What is going on here?!" I looked at the direction where the question sounded from. To my horror, it was Alpha Norman and Luna Grey of the Silver Moon pack. The alpha's intensely domineering aura filled the entire room in that very moment where his presence was made known, and it made everyone freeze. We immediately lowered our heads in submission, as a sign of respect. He studied us as if trying to analyze the whole situation we were in. The luna, on the other hand, looked calm and collected as she stood elegantly by his side. Her face revealed no sign of emotion and simply stood there, watching. I prepared myself for whatever pain and punishment was going to come my way. I glanced at Easton whose face went from a cocky grin to a frown, all because of the sight of his own father. "It's nothing to worry about." Easton said. "What exactly is nothing?" Alpha demanded. His tone screaming danger and trouble for all of us. Alpha Norman caught my stare and glared at me viscously with a dangerously threatening look on his face. My heart skipped a beat. I swallowed. Oh goddess. Everything seems to be going wrong this day. He took a huge step forward, followed with more steps that quickly made their way towards me. I glued myself to the floor, completely unable to move. "Slave." The way he stated the word I was called by all of the wolves in the Silver Moon pack utterly sounded like he was referring to the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. I slowly raised my head and look at him carefully in the eye. "Yes, Alpha?" It took all the courage in me to give him a not-so-clumsy response. I don't want to mess this up. I'll hold on as much as I can until tomorrow, my eighteenth birthday, then I'll get the hell out of this stinking place. PAAAAK! I stumbled backwards letting my ass fall flat on the hard floor. At that same moment, I heard the sound of ringing in my ears, so loud and almost deafening. The impact I received from his painful strike must have caused the loud ringing sound which temporarily suspended my ability to hear. My eyes went blurry, and I was truly fighting the urge to just lay down on the floor and let them devour me, little by little, piece by piece. But I can't. Not in this place, and most definitely not now that I am only hours away from my own freedom. With a renewed vigor and strengthened resolve, I gathered my bearings and managed to get my feet to raise me up until I was facing the overbearing alpha of the pack that enslaved me since I was just ten years old. He wasn't looking impressed with my renewed strength. Rather, he was looking even more pissed than he did only seconds ago when he showed up in the room. My tongue suddenly caught a metallic taste which travelled down my throat and eventually settled in my stomach. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable inside in addition to the pain inflicted by the Alpha himself. Only then had I noticed the blood that spilled from my mouth, brought by the unexpected violence I wasn't supposed to endure. I smiled inwardly, trying to be positive so as to encourage myself not to give up. Why am I even surprised? I should have been used to this by now. Jessica and the Alpha were not the only ones who treated me like dirt. In fact, I was constantly beaten up and made fun of by every single werewolf in this sorry excuse of a pack. Despite all that, I didn't break. So why should I now? Alpha Norman raised her hand and pointed his index finger straight to my face. "I ask the questions, you answer." I nodded in response. "Was it you causing all the commotion?" He said each and every word loud and clear that his words might have even resonated across the entire room. I thought deep and hard for what I should answer him. Why should I be the one to tell him his son was technically harassing me, a slave, a short while ago? My position is innocent. "No, Alpha." I said truthfully. "You fucking liar! She was the one seducing my mate minutes before I came in! Who knew if she would have forced Easton to sleep with him had I not been here to stop her!" I looked at Jessica in utter disbelief. She clearly saw that I was struggling under Easton's grasp. She must have known it was really Easton who had been the seductive one. Instead, she decided to blame all this on me. Even the fact that Easton was being forceful. Jessica met my stare and displayed a wide grin. What a hopelessly despicable woman. The Alpha opened his mouth and was about to speak when Easton suddenly made a shameless remark. "You're being too extra fucking dramatic about all this." Alpha Norman raised his brows and revealed a frown. He turned to face his son, the next-in-line for the position of Alpha, and moved in close. "Have you got something you want to say, son?" Easton still looked as expressionless as he did before. Jessica ran towards him and clung tightly on his arms, shoving me to the side forcefully in front of the Alpha. I moved to the far side away from her and Easton but I was still facing Alpha Norman where I stood. "Go ahead, love. Tell Alpha Norman what that disgusting little slave was doing to you." Jessica encouraged Easton expectantly. Easton furrowed his brows, looking annoyed with Jessica's clingy behavior. He did not seem to enjoy it. "Shut up, Jessica." Easton rolled his eyes then aggressively yanked his arm away from Jessica, whose face now resembled the color of a whole sheet of bond paper. She turns her head and stared daggers at me that I could feel her raging aura as she looked at me furious. I was a bit surprised, but I was more surprised for the fact that what Easton did had actually given me a sense of satisfaction and relief deep inside. Seeing that he was straight up being mean towards Jessica oddly gave me mixed positive and negative feelings about the situation. I shook my head, cringing at the positive feelings I admitted to have. At this point of time I shouldn't be thinking of less important things. Instead, I should focus on the situation I threw myself in when I accidentally bumped to Easton's chest. "She didn't do anything to me. I did. I just got carried away with her scent. After all, she is my mate. The moon goddess picked her." All their eyes widened in shock, and so did mine.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Catherine's POV: ‘Mate…’ That single word echoed through my mind. Did I hear him wrong? Maybe that was my mind playing tricks on me. I wanted to burst out laughing, raise my hand, or say something in protest but couldn’t. My heart felt as if it was ready to jump out of my chest any second. I wasn't really ready with that bit of information, especially not from him. I am his mate? How could that be? Why would the moon goddess pick me to be his mate? She must have known better than anyone that I was just a mere slave. A no one. Nothing but a freak who lost her memories as a little child. Too irrelevant and weak to be mated to an Alpha’s son. I have been told by almost every single werewolf in this pack that my existence was never meant to be. That I wasn’t worthy of love from anyone. Let alone have a mate. I accepted that with an open mind and heart. I knew no one would want a mate as broken as me. Even if I did have a mate, he was the last person I had expected to be with. Let alone being tied to him as his mate. And he knew this all along. He didn’t approach me and I knew the reason why. He thinks of me as nothing more than just a slave. That’s fine by me though. I don’t expect much from someone like him. “What did you say?” Alpha Norman said, his voice barely a whisper but I heard him well. “Do I really need to say it twice? This slave right here,” He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Is. My. Mate.” Not any one of us had missed the emphasis in his words. It can't be. I can't be his mate. That would ruin all my plans and I will never ever have the chance to run free from this hell I have been caged in for far too long. Eight frickin' years I put up with all the beatings, all the mocking, all the ridicules. A single year of being stuck in this hell hole will surely push me to the brink of insanity! I close my eyes, recalling the whole plan I waited so long for me to finally bring it into action. After I turn 18 this midnight, I planned to renounce the pack and become a rogue in the outside world. If I was lucky, I hoped to become part of another pack, not as a slave, but an equal werewolf. But if not, then I would settle living as a normal human being. I promised myself that I won't care being part of a pack after that. The news was a big slap in the face for Jessica, on the other hand. She burst out in tears and looked at me with deep hatred evident in her eyes. I can tell how hurt she really was on the inside. And somehow, the tiniest piece of kindness that was left in me made me want to pity her. What is more, I overheard from the other werewolves that she rejected her fated mate to be with her chosen one, Easton. On top of that, Easton doesn't even look like he was the type to care. I looked away from Jessica who was still obviously eye-murdering me in her own way. I can feel her seething anger from her aura alone. "But even if she is, it won't mean anything because she is nothing more than a lowly slave. How can she possibly compare to me, born from the long line of Betas in our family which is clearly belonging to a much higher status than her?!” She ranted, shooting me a glare before looking at Easton in the eye. “Easton, are you saying you would rather prefer a slave than me?" She rested her hand on her large breast, batting her eyelashes as she stares at him expectantly. Jessica's words echoed through the whole room. All heads turned towards Easton, as we waited for him to answer the insecurities of her own. I saw how Easton frowned and stared Jessica down as if to exert his dominance. Though he was yet to be the Alpha, Jessica and I could feel it. "Quit making useless assumptions like all the garbage you were just spewing. Let me just get one thing straight, Jessica. You don't get to order me around like you want me to." Easton warned her. Jessica's face turned pale. I looked down and wished that the floor could just open up and swallow me whole. I can feel my heart throbbing under my shirt, and I loosened my shoulders as I try to get ahold of myself completely. No matter how hard I try, my hands continue to tremble and my body kept shaking without my permission. "All I want you to do is reject her!" Jessica's voice snapped me back into reality. Easton growled. Surprisingly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in close. He leaned in closer to her face and glared at her eyes. Jessica was shocked when Easton yelled at her for the first time. "YOU don't tell ME what to do!" Growling, his eyes went from amber to shimmering gold. That happens when a werewolf of a higher status shows his power along with that of his own wolf. I can tell how Easton got easily annoyed at Jessica for bringing up the idea of rejection. Now that we think about it, that might just be my escape plan. Hope gave fuel to my body with more strength and a little bit of confidence that I might actually just make my way out of here. All I have to do is accept his rejection then it will all be over sooner than I shall be anticipating it. "Enough!" Alpha Norman intervened, reminding us of his presence by releasing an Alpha's powerful aura to the room, and that was enough to bring back the other part of Easton in him. The glow in his eyes faded to reveal his natural color, but instead of releasing Jessica's arm, he tightened his grip around it. Jessica whimpered in pain. "Easton!" Alpha Norman called out loudly. Seems like even the Alpha does not have complete control over his own son. In the end, Easton let go of Jessica's arm and faced Alpha Norman who was glaring at him since he came here. "Well, what a shocking surprise." Luna Grey took a small step forward as she opened her arms to break the silence with that unexpected remark. She glanced my way and clasped her hands together, taking in a quick breath. "Catherine, why don't you start making breakfast for the pack? I'm pretty sure you are running a little late already." She spoke in a gentle manner but with strictness in her tone. "Yes, Luna." I immediately moved from my spot and headed towards the dirty kitchen. As soon as I was sure that I was no longer being watched by neither the Alpha, Easton, nor Jessica , I let out a heavy sigh. My lips were busted. I cursed in pain when I accidentally touched them as I covered my face, wanting to escape from this wicked world. -----On the other side------- "Let's talk in my office." Alpha Norman commanded and turned his back to go straight to the Alpha office. Easton shrugged and simply followed his father without even looking back to Jessica. In her mind, she was cursing Catherine and imagining all sorts of ways possible to get rid of her. She was just a slave, but why does she get to have everything she’s ever wanted from the beginning? Because of her, Easton went from hot to ice cold overnight. She refused to accept the two together as mates. It was silent. Luna Grey touched her arm softly and was looking concerned for the she-wolf who got dumped and disregarded by her step-son Easton. The once-quiet Luna touched Jessica's face and faked a gentle comforting smile. "Sweetie, you should rest. We'll call you when breakfast is ready." Jessica just nodded and walked away, silently. Her mind never encouraged silence. As she huffed marching to her room in heavy footsteps, gnashing her teeth, Jessica decided to erase Catherine’s existence of this world. “You will pay for this, bitch.”

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Catherine's POV: Thirty eight minutes later. I just finished cooking the eggs, bacon, toasts, some croissants, cheese sandwiches, and breakfast burritos for the whole pack. Unfortunately, I haven't had the time to stuff a croissant in my hungry dry mouth or drink water as I was really really getting behind the clock. I quickly set up the tables and placed all the food that I cooked for breakfast. After several minutes, a bunch of hungry werewolves started sitting down on the pack table and instantly devoured everything at hindsight. The Alpha, Easton, and the Luna were there too, eating their own share of the bounty. While I stood in a corner nearby and silently watched as the food I just created vanished for a short period of time, having none for myself caused a severe pain in my stomach. Some werewolves who were passing by subsequently bumped me on my shoulders, threw water on my dirty apron, and kicked my foot intentionally. Nonetheless, I care little for the brutes, but the pain I was feeling at the moment was insufferable. Seeing that they were all eating happily while minding their own business, I stealthily left the dining room and made my way to the nearest bathroom. As soon as I got there, I closed the door and stumbled forward. I leaned on the wall to balance myself and attempted to puke. Clutching my stomach, I knelt down, hugged my knees, and tried to remember some positive memories in a bid to make the pain go away. I felt my body weaken with lack of food and water for the past two weeks. For some reason, the Alpha decided not to give me any, claiming it as a form of punishment just by being alive and breathing in the packhouse. His level of insanity was way over the top. I sighed and leaned against the wall. Tears threatened to flow down my face, but I forbid them to escape my eyes. I tried to focus on anything other than food and stared at the mirror facing the door of the bathroom. All of a sudden, the door opened. Shock filled my body as I felt adrenaline course through my veins. A hand slipped through the door and I was expecting Jessica to come rushing in and pouncing at me the first chance she gets. Instead of a huffing, seething Jessica, it was Easton who showed up with a tray overflowing with food that was sitting on top of it. I stood up immediately and was about to leave when Easton blocked the doorway, my only exit. "Hey, stop. I just thought you might be hungry." Easton smiled genuinely and was handing to me the tray. I looked at it and was curious of what they possibly taste like. I didn't know what he was up to, but I swear I could hear those bunch of egg sandwiches chant, 'Come eat us! Come eat us!'. Easton took a step towards me. As much as I want to avoid him, my body was completely weak and I can barely even move my arms to reach it. I remained silent and completely still on my spot. Everything seems to look all blurry, my vision beginning to fade. My head was spinning, and I can't even keep my body straight. As I struggled, I felt myself losing control over my own body. My weight dragging me down in slow motion. My body soon landed on a hard surface. However, I didn't feel the impact collide with my head. I slowly opened my eyes, and I saw him. He must have caught me and saved me from the fall. Now, he was holding me with one hand and the tray of food on the other. His handsome face was merely inches away from me. I stared at him. His eyes had the prettiest shade of amber with a tint of green that made them stand out. I lowered my stare to his lips and saw what looked like the lips of an angel. Just then, I heard him chuckle, noticing how I was so enticed by his handsome features that I really had the time to check him out in this state. My cheeks suddenly felt hot, and I blushed. I pulled away from him and he released me as I made my best to gain control over my body. "Thank you." I managed to speak. Easton smiled. A huge shock lingered in my mind. Why is he acting so kind? More importantly, I recall that scene back there down the high staircase. Once again, the words he uttered about me being his mate echoed with clarion soronity through my aching head. I stared at him in silence. This greek god of a werewolf claimed to be a mate yet I hoped he would eventually take back what he said. His amber eyes coruscated as he gazed upon me as if I was some prize or reward he couldn't wait to get his hands on. I take a small step back, wanting to create some distance between our bodies as I noticed his eyes were all over my body. Something just doesn't feel right. There was a weird aura emanating from him but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was like... I can feel something sinister, an evil and demonic creature hiding behind that god-like face of his. My hands trembling, I shiver when the wind made its way inside the room through the open window behind me. It was cold, too sudden, and rushed as it blew through my unkempt hair. "Come with me. I know a safe place where you can eat in peace." He gestured for me to follow. I remained motionless which I feared would make him snap again in impatience. Through the years that I have spent my life as a lowly slave in my father's pack, I have always known Easton to be the arrogant, hostile, and atrabilious type of a male wolf. I gulped. What is he really up to? Half an hour ago he's been grinding himself against me showing his bad manners and lack of respect, his desire to exert his dominance to a slave and basically his eagerness to treat me like shit, like he did in the past few years. I remember the Easton who always teased me, tormented, and mocked me for losing my memories and being just a lowly slave back when I was 10 until I was 14. Those were the worst years I would never want to go back to. Oddly, in his 18th birthday, I expected him to go rougher and act as an arrant bully towards me on his special day. To my great surprise, however, he just...ignored me. He will ignore me but I observed his eyes were always...watching. Always filled with lust and desire and I was glad he hadn't gave in to that in those years. He had done that for three years until he suddenly pushed me up against the wall earlier this morning. Now that I was almost 18, I admit that my body had developed more quickly than I wanted and I can say my longer, thicker auburn hair, large breasts and rounder, fuller buttocks were the main upgrades. I wonder if that had been the reason enough for him to turn his attention to me. After all, recently there had been plenty of men who had checked me out secretly but didn't act on it knowing how Alpha Norman would put them through hell if they ever tried hooking up with me. Alpha Norman's threats to those men were perhaps the only good thing that he had ever done for me, even if he circumvallated such threats with insults and mockeries that made me the main target. I was abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when Easton grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers as he was 'gently' dragging me out the door. I hissed at the sharp pain rooting from my stomach and that shot through me as he pulled me with a sudden but gentle force, as if he was holding his annoyance as well as anger back enough to not punch me on the face for not doing as I was told. I couldn't really tell whether he was genuine or was putting up an act. After what Easton just did back in the kitchen, I wasn't really sure whether I could trust him or not. I held my breath as the pain around my belly started to rise within me once again. His hand tightened in mine. I look at our skin contact with slight disgust and resentment. I suppose there is only one way to find out. Besides, I wouldn't want to place myself in danger by defying him. There is only so much pain I could handle. Soon he would reject me either way and I have to prepare myself for it before he tells me to fuck off.