KATIA

“No, no,” I whispered as I walked back to the servant quarter to get dressed up.

The moon goddess has to be playing a game, she can't let me be rejected by my husband only for the one person that brings me solace, and peace in my dream to be a Lycan.

I got to the quarter, and found it empty. Everyone has left for the masked party. I hurried to my bed, to find my dress, and a mask.

I heard the door close behind me, and I gasped. I turned around to see the controller staring right at me.

“Where have you been?” She asked, with a bit of anger, and concern in her voice. This is the time she is nice to me, went there is nobody to see.

“A bit of fresh air,” I lied. “Would need it for the work ahead.”

“Get dressed, you are needed,” she said without any emotion in her voice. Here I was thinking she was concerned about me.

“You need to behave yourself today in order not to incur the wrath of the Alpha,”she said, as she walked towards the door.

“Do you understand me?” She asked.

“Yes, controller I do,” I said, and she walked away.

I inhaled, and stared at the dress in front of me. It's been a long time since I have dressed up for an occasion, and even then this dress isn't worthy of a princess.

None of that is important now, tonight is my last night here, and very soon I will be home.

I quickly put on the dress I was given, wore my mask, and ran as fast as I could to the hall where the party was being held.

I got to the hall breathless, and noticed the servants were being taken to a different location, and inserted myself in the line.

At least for now, no one will know I wasn't here earlier.

As we walked, I looked at the stage where Carl, and his guests were. There were a lot of laughing, and naked women. I stirred my eyes away from the Lycans.

Those people had my parents killed. They started a war with us, and my parents had no choice but to retaliate which ended in their death. And now I'm being forced to be sweet to them, and feed them.

This has to be worse than Carl's rejection.

The party had begun, and each of us were given a session of the hall to service. I took a deep breath, and did what I was told.

I'm grateful I was given a mask, at least this way no one will be able to recognize me. I don't think I would be able to bear the humiliation.

The party went on, and on. I kept serving non stop, until I heard a voice, and my legs froze.

“Where is the princess?!” The voice yelled very loudly. It wasn't about the voice, I could care less about who it was. It was about the question he asked.

“Yeah, where is she?!” Another woman yelled, and I found myself sweating profusely.

If these people keep asking about my whereabouts, Carl would have no choice but to bring me out, and insist I stay with him.

“The princess is safe,” Carl finally spoke. “She is performing her duty as Luna of this pack,” he said, and I scoffed. I looked at him, and there was a smirk on his lips.

By performing my duty he meant me as a slave. Damn you, Carl.

I turned around to serve my next round of guests, and I felt a strong pull backwards.

“The guests up there, need to be served,” his voice came out strong, but low. I didn't need to look up to see who was talking to me. His scent did all the talking. A Lycan.

I looked up to stare at him, hoping the feeling I got earlier won't manifest itself again, and it didn't.

I scoffed, and smiled. It was all in my head earlier. I have been having more dreams about him lately, that I mistook him for a Lycan.

“What are you smiling about?” The Lycan in front of me asked. “Didn't you hear what I just said?” He asked.

“That's not the section I was sent to,” I said, and turned around to leave. But he stopped me.

“You would do as I say,” he sounded like he was giving me an order. A Lycan giving a princess of Cambridge an order. That has reached an all time low.

“I just told you,” I said with gritted teeth, and my hands in a fist. “I wasn't placed in that section.”

He took my arm and held it tightly. “You will do exactly what I say, you peasant slave,” he said, and my entire body went still.

My jaw clenched.

I turned slowly to face him, the mask hiding most of my face, but not the fire in my eyes.

“Let go of me,” I said quietly, but firmly.

He smirked, like he thought I was joking.

“I said, let go,” I repeated, louder this time.

People around us started to look. I could feel their eyes. Some were amused, others shocked. A few looked scared.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned closer to my face. “You don’t talk to me like that. Do you know who I am?”

I didn’t care. Lycans are known to be pompous, always treating themselves like gods, and the rest of us like their slaves.

“What's going on here?” I heard the voice of the controller, and I turned. She walked towards us with a smile on her face. A fake smile.

“Who are you?” The Lycan asked.

“Her boss,” she pointed at me.

“Good,” he finally let go of my arm. “My boss needs some more wine. She needs to take it to him,” he said.

The controller turns to me with the fake smile still planted on her face. “I thought I made myself clear earlier today,” she said to me.

I looked at her shocked, how did she know it was me.

“I wasn't doing anything wrong, just following orders,” I said, softly to her.

“I have had my eyes on you, all night. Now, go serve the Alpha's guest wine,” she said, abruptly.

“But I wasn't placed in that section,” I whispered to her.

“You are now,” she whispered back with gritted teeth.

I eyeballed the Lycan as I walked past him, he folded his hands and smirked at me.

Why did he pick me out of all the servants that surrounded him? Why was I singled out?

As I walked towards Carl's large table, my heartbeat increased for no reason. I was moving towards a senior member of the Lycan kingdom, I have every reason to feel this way.

But it wasn't just my beating heart. A strange sensation was building inside of me. Like the one I felt earlier. A warmth started inside my core, and slowly spread outward. My skin suddenly felt too tight, too sensitive.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on walking towards the huge table before me, walking towards my enemy.

But the heat only intensified. My breath came short, and I felt a drop of sweat trickle around my forehead despite the cool evening breeze.

“What's happening to me?”