As she predicted, Dawn was put to work doing things that maids would usually do such as scrubbing the floors, tidying surfaces, and cleaning toilets. The one thing outside of her familiar territory was touching somebody else’s body, so massaging the Lycan King’s shoulders or feet would often end with him slapping her hands hard enough that they began to sting. 

The one privilege she has is getting to touch such a handsome man, something that she felt like she didn’t deserve to do. She was just a lowly omega, someone like him could easily get someone better than her to serve him and his every whim. 

And then finally comes the time when Dawn’s diligence to serve him was beginning to be pushed to the limit.

One evening while Dawn was flat ironing the Lycon King’s clothes after washing them, she randomly glanced out the window and spotted her master. There, she caught him making out with someone from within the pack. Dawn wasn’t told whether or not the Crimson Moon had a Luna. Because the Lycan King slept alone in his bed every night, she assumed that he was single but the way he passionately kissed the woman told her otherwise. 

Could he have a mate after all?

Dawn’s stare out of curiosity began to turn into allure as she watched the way the Lycan King touched her and ran his tongue across hers. It looked as if he had the experience of touching a hundred women, which wasn’t a bad thing in her eyes. If anything, it only made her more curious to be in that other female’s position. Dawn didn’t even realize that she was starting to blush as she continued to peep at them.

But to her dismay, the Lycan King unexpectedly looked her way, and her flushed cheek burned even hotter as she quickly looked away and focused on ironing the Lycan King’s button-up shirt. Dawn’s heart begins to pound with anxiety again when she sees the huge mistake she has just made. She had accidentally burnt the Lycan King’s white shirt. 

“Oh no, he’s gonna kill me!” Dawn whispered her urgent thoughts out loud. She quickly looked around in the laundry room for something that could save her tail from his fury. She’d never made a mistake doing the laundry before, this was the first time, and she had just damaged the shirt of the last person she’d ever want to anger. Dawn found some bleach and tried to fix the burn on the shirt that looked like toast. 

“Please work, please work…” Dawn peeked out the window again, this time both her master and the woman he was kissing were now gone. There was a sinking feeling in her gut. Did he catch her watching? The feeling in her stomach quickly turned to nausea when his shirt refused to look normal again. 

“Maybe I can buy one that looks just like that one and replace it? Surely someone has to sell clothing here…” Dawn whispers to herself again while dropping her master’s ruined shirt in defeat. After a few moments of self-pity, she picks it back up, folds it, and tries to discreetly hide it in her arms with some towels on her way back to her master’s room. And once she entered, she jumped in surprise when she saw the Lycan King was already sitting on his bed, facing the door with a very unhappy look on his face. Because of the way he sat hunched over, it was obvious that he had been waiting for her to arrive.

Dawn was frozen in place, she had a good feeling that she already knew what he was here about. She gulped at first and hesitantly tried to speak up. “...Mas-”

“Did your good-for-nothing Alpha King never teach you some fucking manners?” He spoke before she could even finish saying her single word. Dawn flinched away from the intense hostility. She remained dead silent because she knew he had more to say and because she didn’t know what to say.

The Lycan King then lifted his shoes by their shoelaces, Dawn finally noticed that he hadn’t been wearing them and also noticed why. They were covered in mud and he didn’t want to track it through the mansion. 

“Clean them.” He finally says and Dawn quickly goes to the bathroom to get a rag but she freezes in place again when he snaps his fingers. “No.” He corrects her actions by pointing at his muddied soles. “With your tongue.” 

Dawn’s eyes widen when she hears her new, disgusting orders. Her frozen position earned another impatient bark from her master. “NOW!” Dawn snaps out of it and quickly walks up to the man and gets down on her knees. As much as she wanted to refuse, she didn’t hesitate to do what she was commanded to do. But now that she tasted the mud on the bottom of his shoes, it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Ever since she was a child, Jessica enjoyed pushing her into muddy puddles and her mouth would always end up tasting the mess that had always stained her clothes. In a way, his shoes were just another muddy puddle that she was pushed into. 

For the first time, Dawn looked up at her master from where she sat on her knees in front of him. Though it was faint, she could’ve sworn she saw a mixture of surprise and impressed within his deep green eyes as if he didn’t expect her to do it so effortlessly and thoroughly. There was something else about his face that caught her attention, his cheeks had the faintest hint of a blush on them. He could tell that she noticed this and he quickly pushed her head down where she couldn’t see his face. 

The next thing she knew, she was hearing the zipper on his pants unzip and his erection springing out into her face. The length of it alone was alarming, how could something that big be kept within his pants?

“Suck it.” His next words make Dawn freeze once again. This would be the first time she’s ever done something like this. The men back at Frost Howlers would never violate her like this because she was the daughter of their Alpha King but the Crimson Moon’s Lycan King held no respect for that at all. 

He didn’t yell at her to hurry up this time but she still quickly snapped out of it and did as she was told. It surprised her that it tasted like regular skin but when she looked up at his face again, she saw his cheeks were completely flushed red and the glow in his eyes showed his hunger. And yet, somehow he kept rooted in place without touching her. The look on his face made her cheeks burn with a deep blush as well, the omega unable to lie to herself that she was very attracted to her master. Dawn coughed as soon as he was finished and the only thing she heard was his pants.

As soon as the Lycan King caught his breath, he was silent for the first time since claiming her and then finally pointed to the tray that was lying on the other side of his king-sized bed. “Those are teriyaki noodles, I don’t want them. Eat them then rest. You’re not to leave this room until I say otherwise.” He speaks while standing up and zipping his pants then leaving the room with a slam of the door.

Dawn flinched again from his loudness like usual and then rose to her feet, the omega was still a blushing mess. She was struggling to wrap her mind around what had just happened between the two of them. As she walked over to the noodles that her master didn’t want, she noticed that the noodles looked high-quality and well-made. He didn’t want to eat these? They tasted just as good as they looked, something that she hadn’t had in years if not all her life. Again, she began to feel privileged. It felt odd. Was this a way of showing her kindness?