Chapter 2 Beauty

"Their slave? How is that possible?" I whispered to her again. I don't remember entering the enemy's territory; I fell asleep beside a tree after wandering about the woods for some time. Then I woke up to see those hefty-looking men. I certainly didn't cross over. I know the Lycans and the werewolves were at war with each other. I know the implications of getting caught by the Lycans. I would never enter their territory even at gunpoint. The Lycans are known to be brutal. They hate us and see us as weaker beings. How is it possible that I am now in their land? This must be a dream. "Once you get caught, you become their slave. Don't you know this?" The girl harshly responds. "I... I know this; I am sorry for the many questions. But I don't remember entering their territory; I shouldn't be here." "None of us should be here," the girl sighed. "Do you know what they'll do to us? How long have you been here?" "Probably a month, but there are girls who have been here longer," she gestured to the ones who looked like they were going to die any minute from now. "But why keep us here if..." I start to ask, but she quickly interrupts me. "They'll take you out by morning to examine you; if you pass their test, they'll take you out of here; if you don't pass, they'll bring you back here. After some weeks, they'll take you out again, and if you fail to pass their test a second time, they'll bring you back here." "What happens next? What happens if you fail their test twice?" "You'll die here. In this very room. They don't feed us. They'll let you die of hunger. So better pray to the moon goddess that you pass their test." "What are the requirements for passing their test, and where do they take us after we pass their test?" I inquired. If I want to survive here, I must prepare myself. "Beauty," she gave a simple reply. "What?" I gasped, surprised by her answer. "Beauty?" "Yes. You have to be very beautiful to get out of this room. Depending on your level of beauty, they may use you as a breeder, a sex toy, a tool for the public eye, or even as the king's bedmate." So in order to get out of here, I have to be very beautiful. Well, that is not a problem for me. Passing this test won't be difficult. Did I forget to mention the reason why my Alpha husband bought me at a young age? Well, it's all because of my good looks. My mother is an epitome of beauty; she married my father, who is also very good-looking, and ended up giving birth to us. Her beautiful babies. All of my mother's children are gorgeous, and that is the very reason she sold us to hungry, powerful men for money. She started up with me, and then gradually, she sold my younger siblings. My husband bought me when I was just ten years old; he bought me for the sole purpose of reproduction, but along the line, he fell madly in love with me and decided to make me his wife. But after so many failed attempts at getting pregnant, he... Well, you know the rest of the story. "Do you think you'll pass the test?" She looked at my face as she asked the question. "I don't know, maybe." I lowered my head and let out a sad sigh. I've always disliked my looks. I've always disliked the fact that I looked this way; should I be grateful now? Should I be grateful for this face? The only thing this face has ever done for me was to bring me unwanted attention. Moon goddess! ** Just like the girl said, I was taken out of the room the following morning and was made to stand before two rough-looking women. "Strip her! We need to see her whole body," one of the women instructed the man behind me. The man moved closer to me and attempted to undress me, but I immediately drew away. "I can do it myself; please let me do it," I begged, but my request earned me a hard slap across the face. "You do not talk when you are not spoken to, slave," the man pulled me closer and forcefully ripped my clothes off. Within the next second, I was standing naked before their eyes. "Hmm." One of the women walked behind me and began her examination. Her hand landed on my butt cheek, and she gave me a hard squeeze. She walked up to me and also touched my boobs, then gave them a small squeeze. "What do you think?" The other woman asked her. "Her body is firm and soft. We should send her to the palace," the one touching me responded. The one who asked the question came closer to me and touched my face; she examined my jawline, my eyes, my cheekbone, my nose, and even my teeth. "Okay, we'll send her to the king. Two of his bedmates recently died; she will serve as a good replacement." "The palace?" The man who had undressed me asked. "Yes, send her to the palace," the two women agreed. * After the examination, I was taken into a van and transported to the palace. "Who is she?" A woman with a stern look stopped us at the entrance of the palace. "The King's new bedmate," the man who had driven me here answered. "Okay, you can go," the stern-looking woman stated. And just like that, I was left alone with the woman. "What is your name? What were you doing before now? I need the full details." "I... I... I'm married..." "You are married?" Should I use this card? If they learn that I am married despite my young age, will she let me go? Let me give it a try. "Y... Yes, I am married; I am married to Alpha Kendrick of Night Owl's pack. I shouldn't be here. Can I return to my pack?" I asked, but my requests were met with silence. The woman stared at me for some time before walking into the palace. "Follow me," she ordered. I followed the woman into a room located close to the entrance, and the next question she asked greatly shocked me. "Did your husband have sex with you regularly? How often do you please him?" "I... I..." I opened my mouth to speak, but no word came out. How can I answer such questions? "You won't answer?" She glared at me. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. I need to examine you personally; if your husband has touched you excessively, I will not send you to the king's quarters." "Does this mean that you'll send me back? Will I return home?" As I pulled my clothes off, I asked the question, but as expected, the woman did not give me a reply. She forced me to the bed and spread my legs apart before digging into my vagina. I felt two of her fingers enter my vagina as she probed and touched me. After a few seconds of doing this, she pulled away and wiped her hands with a towel. "You have been penetrated a lot. I won't send you to the king's quarters." "Then where will you send me to?" I asked again. I need to know what she intends to do with me. "You'll become a kitchen maid. Stand up and join the others in the kitchen; the king is hosting a feast for his family tonight. We need a lot of servers." "What? A kitchen maid?" I scoffed in disbelief. Can't she just send me back? "Get out!" The woman ordered with a displeased look. "You are now a slave; you have to obey all orders without asking questions. If you're asked to die, you die. If you're asked to kill, you kill; that's the only thing required of you here. Now leave!" ** In the kitchen. "Take this and follow the rest of the girls to the feast hall. You are to remain there and serve the royal family. Remember this," the kitchen mistress called me and handed me a tray filled with different kinds of fruits. "Yes, ma'am," I gently received the tray and did as she instructed. Just like the stern woman ordered, I became a kitchen maid. I've been helping the others out in the kitchen, and so far things have been going well. I hope I don't encounter any major problems during my stay here; I just want to live quietly without troubles, I think to myself, but my prayers go unanswered because the next incident that took place in the feast hall made me fear for my life. Am I going to die?! Moon goddess!