The Slave Mated To The Pack's Angel

May 21, Sarah

SARAH'S POV

I am cleaning the mess left behind after last night's party. Irene had ordered that I stay in my room, I wasn't allowed to attend the party.

I stayed in my room listening to the distant music. Then I heard the Prince speak, his voice was mesmerizing. His words were kind and wise, he sounded like the angel he is. I wished I were there to see him.

"Sarah, your father wants to see you. He and your grandmother are waiting in the living room, the one with the fireplace." Kylie, one of Irene's maids and the only one that calls me by my real name, informs in a polite voice.

Dad rarely calls me. In fact he never calls me. And now it's him and grandma?! I am not a fan of that woman, neither is she mine. She thought I am a disappointment and she wasn't afraid to publicly express her thoughts.

I leave the buckets of water and rugs and head to the referred room. I knock first and wait until the man yells at me to go in.

I walk in, my head bowed in respect to the Pack's Prophetess. Father is as usual glaring at me. Grandma stares at me with a stunned expression. I see tears gather in her eyes. Is she pitying me? I doubt that.

"Your Grandmother wants to speak with you." He says to me before turning to the woman sitting across from him. "She is always this dirty, like a pig!"

"It's okay, as a servant I understand she has a lot of work to do." Grandma replies, I have never heard her defend me before. "Come closer, honey! You don't need to bow to me, I am your grandma, right?"

Honey?! She never calls me such names.

I step closer to her and she takes my hand in her palms.

"You have been working hard!" She comments studying my not-so-soft palm and broken nails. "Don't you worry, it will get better! But you have to be strong, stronger than you have ever been. I know you're good, Sarah-"

"Yeah, she is good for nothing! And what is this you're telling her? Her Majesty is the strong one, the useful one, this is just a fat pig that does nothing except ashame our family name!" Father fumes.

"Will you let me speak to my granddaughter? She too deserves some love!" Grandma argues.

The man snorts. "Love my foot! You're spoiling a useless pig, let her go back to work!" He orders. "Don't say another word!"

Grandma releases my hand, she looks at me with sorrowful eyes. Why is she suddenly pitying me? I turn and leave the room.

I don't let myself think about that conversion, I know things will never change until I get out of here.

I go back to the hall I was cleaning to find Irene and her friends waiting.

"What can I do for you, My lady?" I ask bowing my head. Irene glares at me with so much hatred that I feel like I would get sick.

"When are you planning on phasing?! My friends and I are quite tired of watching you loiter around pretending to work while all you do is drool at men!" She berates.

I don't remember a time I have ever thought of checking out a man, where are these accusations coming from? Future Angel or not, this girl is evil!

"With all due respect, I have not drooled at any man, I am always in my room when you have parties, remember?" I say boldly.

"Are you accusing me of lying, Pig?!" She raves.

"No. I am just saying you got the wrong information, My lady."

"Our pig is bold! See, I told you she hides a lot." She says to her friends who nod and glowers at me. What version of perfection is this? They can't even speak the truth!

"Well, I want you to go out tonight and get me beautiful wild flowers to give my lovely Prince. I want it to be a surprise, so you have to leave after sunset because no one should see you going out or coming in. Philly will go with you just to make sure you don't mess things up." Irene says.

Out at night?! And to that big Pack forest?! Hell no! I don't even know where wild flowers are found in that jungle.

"My Lady, sending me to the forest is a bad idea. I haven't been there in years. Remember when we used to go swim near the waterfall? That's the last time I was there. I don't think I can find your flowers at night." I try to reason with her.

"That's a very lame reason. Irene already said I will go with you!" Philly yells.

"Okay." I say. I don't trust Philly to escort me to the forest and back. And even if she does, that journey will be unbearable.

But I got zero options right now, I am my sister's servant until she is officially nineteen. Unless I run from this pack and become a wolfless rogue, I am bound to serving her every wish as long as I stay within the pack.

"Now clean this place! My Prince ought to sit in the cleanest of places. After that you should get me a pretty, white dress from the designer shop and decorate it. I already ordered the dress so just pick it." Irene commands, I nod.

"Say yes damn it!" Joan screams.

"Yes, My Lady!" I say grudgingly.

"Hope you mean that." Irene says leaving the hall. I resume my cleaning. If I survive through today's journey to the forest and throughout the two weeks, I will make sure never to come close to this house ever again. Or to the palace where Irene will be moving after her nineteenth birthday.

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IRENE'S POV

My heart nearly stopped when that stupid, old woman told me exactly what she had foreseen. I knew it was my fat sister she was describing as stunning. I wanted to punch her old head.

One thing you should know about me, is I am unbreakable. I get over heartbreaks fast, I deal with obstacles head on.

I felt helpless for hours after talking with that Granny, but now I got a plan, I need my two loyal friends to execute it. They are the only ones that knows I am a werewolf and isn't going to become an angel. I have always given them all that they needed and promised them even more if they help me get rid of my pig sister.

My plan is to get someone else kill her, a pack soldier may be. Whoever gets to her first, I don't care as long as they end her.

But most of all, I want the Prince to be the one that slits her throat, so he will never blame me for anything.

The i***t promised to end anyone that hurts his future Queen. No one dares even speak to me rudely, they know how much the Prince treasures me.

I made a good plan, but it involves a lot of work and things I ain't enjoying. My friends helped me scrab patches on my skin to a point that I now look like I have been attacked.

Then I am to scream as high as I can. The palace is only metres away from this house. The house was built so close because of my safety, the Prince cares that much. He will hear me if I scream.

Philly leaves to get my sister and escort her to the forest. So far, the plan is going well.

English isn't my first language. I am trying hard to edit the story, please be patient!