The Crimson Moon’s estate for their pack was a lot different from the Frost Howlers, which was to be expected because of the distance. Their appearance is what caught her attention the most. Their skin and hair/fur colors weren’t as pale as the wolves from her pack. These wolves were bulkier with muscle and everyone’s hair had a striking shade of red. The biggest house on the estate is where Dawn was dragged with a rough yank on the leash that was tied around her neck, the Lycan King’s beta still pulling her the whole way.

To her surprise, the Lycan King goes down a different hallway once they are inside and his beta yanks her away through a different corridor until he can shove her into a bedroom. “Stay.” Comes his only word before he slams the door shut, making her jump.

Dawn looked around the bedroom, her skin crawled with anxiety as she waited for her master’s return. As she looked around the bedroom, she couldn’t help but notice how nice the interior was as if it were a 5-star hotel with a king-sized bed, a big bathroom with a hot tub in it, and even a large, walk-in closet. As much as she wanted to explore the fancy room that was themed with black and red colors, she stayed rooted in place. Sitting down on his bed or a chair felt like a bad idea and she didn’t want to sit on the floor and be labeled as lazy, so she just stood in place until the Lycan King returned. 

Her heart continued to pound the entire time until the crimson returned to his bedroom. He glances at her for a brief second before turning away and proceeds to undress himself, starting with the jacket of his suit. As Dawn stood there expectedly, her head lifted when he flicked his fingers for her to come to him as soon as he sat down on his bed.

“Come closer.” His voice holds a demanding tone as she moves even closer to him. He then points down at the floor. “Get down on all fours.” Dawn’s brows furrowed in confusion but once again, she does what is commanded of her. 

The omega then winces when she feels the bottom of his shoe go down onto her back without warning and restraint. Her body still ached from the beating she had received from Jessica yesterday and her arms threatened to buckle but she still stood on all fours as if her life depended on it because it probably did. The familiar sound of rubbing fabric let Dawn know that he was using her as a footrest just so that he could untie his shoes without having to lean down. 

“When I say ‘omega’, know that I am talking to you. I do not know your name and I do not care to know it, and you don’t need to know mine either. You will address me as Master and you are to sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. Fuck up, and you’ll go without food for the whole day. I’m only telling you all of this once so you better drill it into your head. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master…” Dawn whispers her response as she tries to keep her trembling arms from folding beneath the weight of his leg.

“Louder.” There’s a dangerous growl in his voice that sends a chill up Dawn’s spine.

“Yes, Master.” Comes her immediate, swift-worded response with a louder voice. Dawn winces again as he uses her back once again to untie his other shoe without having to strain. Once he takes his feet off of her back, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Stand up.” He orders next. Dawn wobbles a little as she forces her weak body to stand up as fast as she can. The thought of angering him for being too slow filled her with anxiety, and yet that attempt was futile because of his next order. “Take off your clothes.”

The words “What?” were about to slip off of her tongue but she restrained them right before she could make a sound. But she did hesitate, and that hesitance took a second too long for the Lycan King’s liking. This time he barked out his single word loudly, making Dawn flinch.

“OFF!!”

After her startled jump, Dawn tried to make haste by unclothing herself but it was hard because of how her fingers kept shaking. Even after she removed her shirt and pants, because of the way he was staring at her, she had a feeling that those wouldn’t be enough. Despite how uncomfortable she felt, Dawn removed the last pieces of her clothing. The omega couldn’t even make eye contact with her new master as she held her hands in front of her. She could feel his green eyes staring her down, everywhere he looked left a trail of goosebumps on her skin. When he stood up, he finally spoke.

“Take a shower. You’re revolting.” He says while pointing at his bathroom with his thumb. Dawn flinches again from his harsh words on his bitter tongue. She was already starting to miss her home pack. The last look the Alpha King gave her made her feel like she may have a chance to go back if she asked, and yet at the same time, she knew she’d jeopardize their alliance since she was a gift to the Lycan King.

Dawn got into the shower, thankfully there was soap for both her body and her hair. Once she was done, finally all of the dirt and stench had been washed off, leaving her skin smooth and her pure white hair silky. Once she was done, she dried herself off with a towel that was lying out and returned to the bedroom. 

There she discovered the Lycan King come out of his walk-in closet wearing nothing but a velvet housecoat and dark boxers. Dawn waited there quietly for whatever orders he had next for her and she didn’t have to wait long since he beaconed her over to him once again with a flick of his hand, telling her to get down on her knees and massage his feet. Dawn kept her towel tightly wrapped around her skinny frame until her master grabbed the end of it and ripped it out of her grip, leaving her bony body exposed. Though she was dried, her white hair was still damp.

“Keep going.” He orders her and so she does, trying her best to massage his feet despite the cold air making her shiver. That, and she didn’t dare look up because she knew he was staring her bare body down once again. 

She massaged his feet for quite a long while to the point the joints in her fingers were screaming in pain, but like most things her body has endured, she was used to the feeling. Once he was satisfied, he took his feet out of her grasp.

“Put some clothes on.” He mutters. Right as Dawn was about to reach for the clothes she was wearing, she froze in place when he snapped his fingers. “Not those shitty rags. Some REAL clothes. There should be some women’s clothes in there. Go get some.” He says before finally getting onto his phone and tapping away at the glowing screen. 

Dawn continues to shiver as she does as instructed, finding some sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear. She felt a little less vulnerable now that she had clothes covering her body. When Dawn came back out, the Lycan King pointed at the floor next to his side of the bed. 

“Sleep.”

It took everything she had to keep herself from frowning and to keep a straight face. She had only belonged to him for little over an hour and she was already miserable. As usual, she doesn’t protest and just does as she’s told, the white-haired woman lying down on the floor where the Lycan King’s feet would swing down when he’s about to get out of bed. He doesn’t say anything else to her after that single word.

One thing she’s experienced now that she never had before back in the Frost Howlers was being forced to be nude in front of a man. It felt awkward and uncomfortable and yet, she couldn’t lie that she was attracted to the Lycan King. If only she had the guts to say “sexy.” Though she felt uncomfortable, at the same time, she liked it.