Lucia's pov
The noises of the cell door opening and closing with screams of inmates made me open my eyes. I wasn't surprised to find myself in this place.
I still could remember what happened last night.
A woman was trying to place commands on the inmates on what they should do. She was opening the cells and commanding them out of it.
She was as fat as Madam Maggie in the Dark Moon pavk so I expect their anger issues should be the same. Madam Maggie has no temperament at all.
She always strikes when she likes and does it in the most annoying way you could ever think of.
I watched her at the next cell, three cells before mine. She hurriedly opened the padlock.
"What are you still doing there? Don't you know the rules in this place?" She yelled, her voice echoing through the air.
The girl inside of the cell rushed out and as she passed the lady, the fat woman quickly landed a loud slap on her back.
The girl whines in pain, running off to the gate where everyone assembled. The men and ladies are separated from each other by the narrow road. It served as a demarcation.
The girl's roll was lined at the right-hand side while the boys were at the left. There was not a space for privacy like the Dark Moon pack.
In the Dark Moon pack, men and women slaves weren't staying in the same buildings. The men were at one side, a little distance away from the palace while the women were in the palace.
Because we were used as tools in there. Errand tools, cleaning and all.
The woman comes to the next cell where a lean girl lies, still sleeping up squeezed. She rushes to open the cell like a hungry lion wanting to devour its prey.
'Wake up! Wake up!' I said silently to her, praying she could wake up before the woman entered but she didn't. The cell door flung open and the hefty woman raced it.
She lifted the girl and threw her outside, on the stony concrete ground. That was when she woke up. Her hands and legs were stiff as she tried shaking and I could hear her sniffing on the ground while the woman went to meet her again.
She kicks her butt, "Get up from there now and run to the gate. Once I am done with these last gurl, I do not want to meet you here."
She turned to my cage with her hardened face and stern look, I flinched as our eyes met then I stood up, straightening my clothes as she opened the door.
I run out immediately.
"Stop!" She said, and I paused in my tracks.
What Happened? Did I commit anything? Questions fill my brain as she approaches me.
She came in front of me with a suspicious look on her face. "Why are you smelling this way?"
Huh? Smell? How was I smelling?
My forehead creases together as I cast a concerned look at her, "I am sorry ma. Please I do not understand your question?" I say, my voice shaking.
"Your body reeks of a familiar Cologne smell I know." She says again.
I start shaking my head objectively. Cologne? I have no Cologne with me. I am dead broke to even get myself a pair of earrings not to talk of Cologne. You can't be serious right now.
"No ma'am. I do not use Cologne." I say, interjecting.
"I didn't say you own it. It cannot be owned by a cheap slack like you. Maybe you have stolen it?" She jeered.
Stolen?
"No ma'am. I cannot steal. I do not at all. I have never taken a person's property in my entire life, please." I say to her, still wondering where her suspicions were coming from.
"Listen! I do not need lies from you at this point because if you lie, you will face severe punishments from me. Why are you wearing Alpha Delano's body spray?"
Oh, that! Lmao.
"Oh ok! He was the one that brought me to this place from the dark moon pack yesterday. Maybe that's where I inherited the perfume from. I am sorry for the confusion." I said, bowing my head to her.
But suddenly felt five fingers flying on my cheeks at once. I clenched my cheek as it started burning, raising my head to hers,
"You dare open your stinking mouth to lie to me?"
The slap, her voice made the other inmates at the gate turn to look at me and her standing. They started murmuring and chattering among themselves. Some were laughing at me the whole time and didn't know my side eyes were taking note of them.
My hands still buried in my burning cheeks I look at her, "No ma'am. I am telling the truth. He was the one that brought me to this place."
She looks at me again, eyeing me from my head down to my toes, then, she forcefully places her hand on my ears, dragging me.
The excruciating pains from it made me move faster alone with her heavy stomps on the ground. She flings me to a place and I fell to the ground.
As I raised my head, I realized I was in the middle of the playground where all the inmates were.
"She doesn't know what she was saying. How can someone derive joy in saying it was the cursed Alpha that brought her to this pack?" One female inmate said.
"I laugh at her. She should be expecting her death in two weeks from now. A cursed man is a cursed man. Even when he touches flowers, they all wither as soon as he leaves them, is it she now that would survive this?"
The two friends started laughing at me with my bowed head. I know what they were saying was right. It's just my fate and I have accepted it.
It's better to die in the hands of my mate than to live in this cruel world.