Fate of a Slave

Sticks and stones were thrown at me. My brow furrowed, but I didn't resist, because my status now is just a lowly slave, and slaves are not qualified to resist the victor. If I showed the slightest dissatisfaction with the behavior of these children, I would have been beaten and treated even worse.

Although my heart was very humiliated, I still had to put up with them.

I carefully continued to place the dishes on the table without bothering about those children.

Bang!

A sudden sharp pain came from my left hand. A stone had hit my left hand! The bowl of boiling soup I was carrying tilted to one side uncontrollably!

No! Please!

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I tried with all my might to control my balance, but the pain from my wound made it impossible to adjust quickly.

Damn it!

The bowl of soup spilled on one of the guests and he let out a scream. Fear almost made my heart rise to my throat, and I could sense a nightmare was about to befall me.

I quickly placed the rest of the plates on a side table, got down on my knees, and humbly apologized to that guest, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I'll take care of it for you right away!"

I anxiously took a towel and tried to wipe the stain from his body. However, before I could get close to the guest, a dark shadow quickly zoomed in front of my eyes.

A sharp pain took over half of my face, and the tremendous force coming from my face caused me to fall uncontrollably askew to the ground.

"Filthy slave! Look what you've done! What did your master teach you!" The man shouted angrily, and I covered my burning cheek stubbornly without making a sound.

"What happened? Was that slave beaten again?"

"It was just a lowly slave. It's a normal thing to be punished for wrongdoing."

"She's finished. I remember that guy has a bad temper."

Everyone's eyes were on me. Some were drinking their drinks and watching slowly, some were laughing and talking with people on the side, and some were even applauding. The emotions hidden in their gazes were all different, but one thing was the same: they all didn't care about the life of a slave.

They were laughing happily as if they were watching the performance of a clown, and I was the clown who was giving them the show.

The man with the burns wasn't going to let me go, "Lowly slave! Filthy swine! Do you know how expensive this dress of mine is? You couldn't sell yourself to pay for my loss!"

He kicked me one after another.

"Filthy slaves like you deserve to die!"

"Wow! Well done! Kick her in the head!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"Beat her to death!"

The children next to me clapped their hands in excitement, their faces wreathed in innocent malice and joy.

I curled my body up like a baby to protect my insides and silently endured the pain and humiliation, looking at the cheering people out of the corner of my eye and carving their faces into my heart.

One day, I will take my revenge.

Time seemed to pass for a long time, and it seemed to be very short.

"What bad luck! I wasted so much of my time for a slave!"

That man let me go with one last disgusting word and walked away into the distance.

When the man was far away, I breathed a little sigh of relief and slowly stood up with the pain on my body, then dragged my heavy steps out of here.

I feel like I need to take care of my wounds now. This party still needs me. If I didn't do all the work, I would not only go without food, but I would continue to suffer their brutal beatings.

I breathed heavily and continued on my way, passing a strange man on my way.

This was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

My heart was pounding.

His brilliant blonde hair was as dazzling as the sun. The dark blue pupils seemed to have an ocean living inside. His body was far taller and stronger than the others, and the scent from his shirt mesmerized me.

I had no control over my heartbeat and slowly walked past him.

"Trash."

Suddenly his voice came to my ears with an uncontainable disgust in it.

In that instant, my heart seemed to be hit hard by something. I was chilled as if I had been placed in a vacuum, and my heart gradually became sluggish.

I took a deep, deep breath.

I had heard such words countless times, there was no need to care about him.

After all, he was right. I was indeed trash.

Conrad's POV

mate!

It's here! I sense her! She's right here! She's at this party!

I was surprised by this sudden situation.

Conrad! Find her! Find her! Find our mate!

My inner wolf Armand urged me over and over again, he reminded me over and over again that my mate was at this party.

With him constantly urging me on, my heart couldn't help but start to get excited. I was looking forward to seeing my future mate, whom I hadn't sensed since I was an adult, and as the Alpha of the Blue-moon Pack, I had longed to have my mate for a long time. My Blue-moon Pack also needs a Luna to lead them!

I didn't think I would be told by my wolf today that my mate was at this alliance party hosted by Grey Pack!

Following Armand's lead, I walked into the hall and the feeling inside me became stronger and stronger. I could feel Armand seemingly wanting to burst out of my body.

I looked closely at the guests who had come, identifying them carefully. I thought my mate would be one of them, but a single figure suddenly made me stop in my tracks.

How is this possible?

I stopped where I was in disbelief and sized up the slave in front of me.

Her clothes were tattered and torn, her thin dress had long since faded, and she was filthy. The indistinguishable color of her hair dragged scruffily behind her back. The worn shoes could still faintly see the toes.

Is this the person? This slave? This dirty slave?

No! How can my MATE be a slave!

"Aaaaaaah!"

The woman's scream woke me up. I saw the slave knocked to the ground.

"Filthy slave! Look what you've done!"

The man cursed, stomping on her with one foot after another. And the slave was like a piece of wood, letting him beat her without any resistance.

Conrad! Help her! She is our mate!

Armand kept screaming inside me, but I felt sick just looking at this slave's useless and cowardly appearance.

I never help useless people. But she's your mate!

No,I looked at the slave with indifference. She didn't deserve it.