Lyra's Pov

"Who are you?"

My heart pounded in my chest as Devlin's piercing gaze bore into me, demanding an answer.

The weight of her authority loomed over me, and I struggled to find the courage to respond. Fear coursed through my veins, as I fear of what she is capable of.

Its no news how Devlin bully's the servants and maltreat every low ranking wolves of our pack.

She was known for her brutality and wickedness that was far from her parents benevolence.

There were rumors of how her character never replicate that of the Alpha and Luna of the pack.

I hear her steps closing up to me, and shivers run through my spine as I wondered if I was going to be one of her preys.

"Who are you?" She yelled.

My lips quivered, but no words escaped them. My mind raced, searching for a way out. I couldn't reveal my identity, at least not to Devlin.

I might end up becoming her preys for life!

Never!

'Gwen!' The name caused my lips to curve into smile as I swiftly turned to stare at her, but I met her pair of dark eyes that looked as though she wound drench every single drop of blood I had in my body.

"Pimples girl! What a surprise!"

Her words caused my lungs to tighten and I begin to suffocate.

"What's your name pimples girl? I've always wondered?

I tried to muster a response but, a strong figure stepped between Devlin and me, causing a surge of relief to rush through my spine.

It was Steven!

His voice was firm as he spoke to Devlin, his words dripping with disdain. "Devlin, we just bumped into each other. She is a mere servant, nothing more."

Devlin scoffed, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She glanced at me once again, seemingly unsatisfied with Steven's explanation. I held my breath, hoping that she would move on, but her curiosity seemed insatiable.

"Stay away Steven!" Devlin pushed Steven aside and grabbed my arm. I could feel her nails as it clenched on my skin.

"You are the same looser that fell on Asher? The nerves you've got to lie on my man! My mate!"

I could see the jealousy in her eyes! Her eyes were icy cold and murderous causing me to shiver in fear.

"You don't seem to know your place slave! Shall I tell you?" She giggled in excitement and I bit my lower lips as tears dripped from my eyes.

"You will pay for what you've done." She released my arms and then walked round me like I was some girl trying to apply for a modeling.

Suddenly I felt her hard pull on my hair and I fell backwards on my knees.

"You tramp!"

She kept pulling hard on my hair. I could feel my scalp almost pulling out, and strands of my hair as they fall on the ground.

As if the goddess had heard my cry, someone else walked to where we were.

"Devlin?" Asher called out. The uncertainty in his voice visible as his eyes narrowed further.

"What the heck is going on here?" He questioned and only then did Devlin's hand released my hair.

Devlin's face quickly transformed, her haughty demeanor giving way to a feigned innocence. She removed her hand from my hair, as if her actions were merely a passing jest, and greeted Asher with a sweet smile.

"Asher, darling, what a pleasant surprise," she chimed, her voice dripping with false charm. "I was just having a little chat with the slave here. No need to worry."

Asher's eyes flickered. He took a step closer to me and I quickly wrapped my face, revealing only my eyes.

"You're the slave from earlier." His deep husky voice whispered and I swallowed.

Devlin's smile faltered ever so slightly, a glimmer of annoyance flashing across her features.

She walked to Asher and latched herself unto his arm as she said, "There's nothing to worry about darling. She is a member of my pack."

Asher grunted a response, his gaze still fixed on mine.

"Do you know her?" Devlin asked, sensing that Asher's gaze were fixed on mine.It annoyed her.

But before she could say another word, Asher said, "I'll leave you to attend to your slave then."

As Alpha Asher walked away, I feared for my poor self, seeing the sinister glare on Devlin's face.

"Wait!" Steven instantly interrupted. "What about the hunt? There's supposed to be a hunt after the Alpha fight ceremony to celebrate your bravery."

Asher turned to Steven and said, "It has started, we'd have to leave after packing our needs and slaves."

Steven then turned to Devlin and said, "We should prepare for the hunt, you may leave the slave and chat another time."

My heart sank further at the mention of slaves, and quickly I mellowed my eyes in hope that Devlin doesn't think of taking me along.

But to my dismay, Devlin pouted her lips, playing the innocent card once again as she said-

"Asher, darling, I've taken a liking to Lyra. I want her to accompany us as one of the slaves. It would be quite amusing."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I met Asher's cold gaze, hoping he would reject Devlin's request.

For some reason, his gaze only got colder and he grunted, staring at Devlin.

I couldn't bear the thought of being under Devlin's control, subjected to her cruelty and whims.

I let out little painful moans, hoping it would touch Asher's heart. He then turns toward me, and not a smile were on that face of his.

He held my gaze for a moment, but abruptly he looked away and in a split seconds, I could see a smile on that icy face of his, but it wasn't at me.

It was for her-Devlin.

After what seemed like an eternity, Asher finally spoke, his voice cold, "Very well, Devlin. If it pleases you, the slave shall join us as one of the slaves for the hunt."