3-Bow Down Until The Bootyhole Is In View

Yuna:

We had come back to the tavern. The rest of the evening was not too busy. The regular humans didn’t make any fuss. It was easy to deal with them. It was the werewolves that were messy.

“I am leaving, kid. Make sure you shut down the tavern and go home before it starts raining,” Mrs. Phyllis yelled from the door, giving me a warning before she headed home.

“Okay, Aunt Phyllis. Thank you for working today,” I yelled back from the small kitchen in the back with all my strength. Sometimes I wished I could be strong enough to help those who were in trouble. But that wasn’t me.

I wasn’t a hero and never would be.

I was just a miserable human, the lowest in the hierarchy. The world I once knew had changed a lot. The hierarchy had shifted, putting supernatural beings at the top. The new world order was deadly. The whole world had become one land, ruled by a powerful hybrid alpha king—Whitlock.

The lower ranks were the ones who owned shops and taverns, so humans had taverns in their areas, which became hotspots for the upper-class members to gather. Hybrid Alpha King Whitlock hated technology, so he took everything away from the world, so that no human could ever use their inventions to capture the werewolves or to overtake the world again.

My mother and I ran a small tavern together. We had to find a job, or we would starve, but there was nowhere we could work. So, we sold whatever valuables we had and built the tavern in my grandparents’ home. But the wages were pitiful. There were some creatures that would occasionally show up at the tavern, but they hadn’t caused us too much trouble so far. They would get aggressive pretty quickly, but thanks to my mother’s drinks, they would calm down just as fast. Still, we barely made enough to survive since we usually shut down during the busiest hours. My mother didn’t want us to stay outside after dark most days. We wanted to earn, but did not want too much attention to our tavern. Just enough to survive.

As the door slammed shut, I realized I wasn’t alone. Someone had come in after closing hours, and it couldn’t be a human. Humans rushed back home for safety. The tavern had a few rooms on the side and a bath for werewolves only since they were the ruling members of the world.

“Why is this place dead at this time?” His voice echoed through the wooden structure of the tavern. I gulped and placed a hand on my chest to calm my racing breaths.

I knew who it was.

It was the troublesome future Alpha King. The young prince was a walking nuisance. He was blessed with good looks and immense power, but that didn’t stop him from being a terrible creature.

He was known among humans as the Angel of Death. Alongside him was his bastard friend. He was an asshole. He only went to places where young humans were and made their lives miserable. I shouldn’t have made that comment—I could tell he had come just to trouble me for it.

“Why tonight?” I sighed, expressing my frustration as I prepared myself for a face-off.

I knew I should have been home by now. Today had been a busy day, mainly because we were short on staff—aka, my mom. She had to stay at home. Throughout the day, I had dreaded this part of my job: closing the tavern. I wanted to finish before any creature showed up at the door to cause trouble.

“We are following the orders of the Hybrid Alpha King, Your Highness,” I spoke from the kitchen, making sure to stay behind the curtain and avoid being seen. I could see his towering figure standing tall before pacing around. His heavy boots sounded like bricks hitting the wooden floor as he walked.

“That is very disrespectful,” he grunted, making my heart skip a beat. I didn’t know how my one statement had offended him.

“How so, Your Highness?” I clenched my jaw while forcing respect into my words.

“You couldn’t come out and properly apologize to me? Is the customer not a god to you?” His tone was mocking. He was looking for trouble—I could tell.

I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtain. If I stayed put, I would anger him. And if I came out, he would do something terrible. Either way, I was screwed.

He turned around after scanning the tavern and gave me a full glance.

There was something in his eyes that sent fear down to my core. But it was his friend’s nasty smirk that made me shrink. He took the lead, stepping forward.

“Take off your clothes, bow down, and apologize,” he shrugged as if it were nothing.

Heat rushed through my cheeks as panic set in. I felt torn—should I obey to keep my family safe, or should I make a run for it? But they would catch me anyway.

Your Highness," I tried to have a word with Alpha King Kedron, but his friend kept getting in the way. Kedron sat at the table, grabbing the peanuts and cracking them, throwing the shells on the ground, and watching his friend and me with intrigue.

"Hush... we will only listen to you naked. So come on, take off your clothes, all of them, bend down—until we can see your pretty bootyhole and then apologize," his words rang through my ears like a curse. I felt so disgusted that I did nothing and listened to his horrible yapping.

Kedron's eyes were smiling, while he was eating the peanuts obnoxiously.

"Your Highness, I am not eighteen yet," I lied through my teeth and noticed his smile fading away.

"So? You are seventeen, right? That is one year past the age of consent in werewolves," Beta James knew that was not what the human world age of consent was. But who would hold him accountable for his wrongdoings?

"Don't worry, just go naked. Nobody would find out what happened, but trust me, we will give you some good time tonight," he scared me with his creepy tone.

I was able to survive the attack in the mansion, but no one was here to save me. And to be taken by force by your own lover's brother was going to be another trauma that might change my relationship with Danzel.