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Chapter 2-Accidental slaves

Vincent POV

"Today has been a series of unfortunate events," I reflected.

First, during my speech at the Pack assembly, I was interrupted by a young lad, and then the Wolf Queen sent a Rogue to my estate. And to make matters worse, I caught my two sons in the act with the Rogue...

I reluctantly lowered my gaze.

The small Rogue on the ground had terrifying jet-black hair, short and disheveled, worse than a bird's nest. Her complexion was pale, her body frail, even more delicate than others of her black-haired species, and her black eyes appeared as if they had been punctured with a pen.

Judging solely by appearances, she seemed younger than my own sons.

She was barely clothed, with a tattered piece of fabric barely covering the areas that should not be exposed.

She had collided into me just moments ago, emitting a strange scent.

The odor was giving me a pounding headache, awakening memories of Franklin, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

I had already surpassed the peak of anger and entered a dangerous and dreadful state of calm.

All I desired was to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

"Raffle... and Rino..." I spoke in a deep voice, deliberately and with the refined accent of the aristocracy. "Come to the study in fifteen minutes. We need to talk."

Raffle and Rino stood upright, responding loudly, "Yes, father!"

Their backs were already drenched in cold sweat.

"As for you..." I raised the staff in my hand.

Lucca quickly shielded her face, catching a glimpse of my divine and beautiful countenance revealing a hint of disgust.

I slowly let go of my hand.

I couldn't afford to look at her for another second. I waved my staff and said to the attendants beside me, "Place her in the garden and ensure she doesn't enter the castle."

Raffle and Rino seemed quite pleased to hear that.

However, they couldn't fully relax yet, knowing that I must have discovered their involvement with the Rogue.

While some nobles see Rogues as tools to fulfill their desires, that is not the case in my family.

As an Lycan, I have a strong aversion to Rogues with black hair, considering them impure and believing that any interaction with them would taint the noble bloodline.

Lucca POV

So, before joining the Pack, I wasn't concerned about being violated.

However, I didn't anticipate that this household had a rebellious, impulsive troublemaker. The servants dragged me away and locked me inside a wooden cottage in the garden. It used to be a place for keeping hunting dogs, with a low ceiling, furniture marked with scratches, and a functioning water basin.

After locking the door, the servants paid no further attention to me. I felt like I would starve to death in this place.

The Vincent family doesn't adhere to the tradition of slave ownership. They are too extreme, leaning more toward "extermination" rather than "enslavement."

Before my imminent demise, I wanted to resist a little longer. I approached the water basin, cleaning the wounds from my fall and wrapping myself in a blanket from the dog's nest.

It is now January. The castle has central heating, but the garden cottage is as cold as an ice cellar.

Situated outside the greenhouse, it lacks heating facilities, and temperatures could plummet below freezing during the night.

Tomorrow morning, I will be a cold, rigid corpse.

I longed to warm up by running and jumping, but my weakness prevented any vigorous movements.

I sat in the corner, hugging my knees, unable to stop pondering what my fellow black-haired kin were currently experiencing.

They may already have been cleaned up and lying on luxurious beds in the noble chambers. Perhaps they are working alongside the servants in the grand mansion. A fortunate few, beautiful and privileged, might be dressed in exquisite gowns and adorned with precious jewelry, showcasing themselves at various extravagant parties. In any case, they won't meet their end as easily as I will.

They are, after all, gifts from the Wolf Queen, and no noble would dare to casually take their lives—except for the cold-blooded and formidable lycan Vincent. I have heard many stories about him at school and even read about the Vincent family, which boasts a history spanning several centuries, in textbooks.

The current lycan Vincent, is a mere thirty-eight years old and ranks among the wealthiest individuals in the pack. At the age of twenty, he entered into a marital alliance with another Lycan family and married his current wife, Linda Vincent. They have a pair of sixteen-year-old twins, Raffle and Rino.

While most political marriages maintain only superficial harmony with spouses leading separate private lives, the Vincent family is deeply rooted in tradition. Lycan Vincent is renowned among the elite for his devotion to family, living a life as virtuous as a Puritan's, leaving tabloid journalists hard-pressed to fabricate rumors of his infidelity. Luna Linda, too, matches his demeanor—an elusive beauty with a prideful and refined nature. She spends her leisure time indulging in operas, visiting art exhibitions, and rarely gracing fashion shows, though the antique paintings she captures on camera are far more valuable than any high-end couture.

This couple respects their children's desires, allowing them to grow freely. The youngest, Rino, receives home education, dismissing an average of one family tutor per week, which doubles during holidays."

Raffle, decided to attend a public school and experience high school like any ordinary teenager, hoping to make friends from different backgrounds. We used to be classmates, before the Wolf Queen's new laws took away the rights of the black-haired people to receive an education.

That's why, when Rino tried to violate me, I instinctively turned to Raffle for help. Unfortunately, he couldn't come to my aid. It was the terrifying lycan, Vincent, who ultimately saved me and protected my innocence.

Vincent's presence and appearance were awe-inspiring, embodying everything one would associate with being an aristocrat. The power and prestige accumulated over centuries are not easily replicated by the newcomers to the elite class. Just as he harbored a disdain for the black-haired individuals, I too resented the glaring class differences that were so evident.

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