Lycan's Rejected Slave

Chapter-2

Rose:

The sound of the alarm disrupted my dream of becoming a warrior and saving my pack members. It kept ringing until I finally woke up, staring at the ceiling. Today is my birthday, but it's just like any other day. There's nothing special about it except that I'm turning seventeen. From this age onwards, individuals like me start searching for a mate. I always considered my pack members as my family, but they never treated me as such. Ever since my parents' death on my tenth birthday, I have moved from my home to a packed house where I serve the pack members who treat me like an untouchable. Strangely, I've never felt sad about it. I understand their reasons for treating me this way—they seek revenge for what my parents did. They killed the Celestial Highness Marcus, the young brother of the present Celestial Highness Marius, who is the king of the supernatural beings. In the supernatural world, these individuals are revered like gods. When my parents killed them, they in turn killed my parents, and I was almost killed as well. It was Celestial Highness Marius who intervened and saved me. Since that day, they've been tormenting me every day with their torture.

As I slowly sat up in bed, I tried not to disturb the other maids who were still sound asleep. I slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed, putting on my maid uniform and tying my hair back in a tight bun. It was early, the sun hadn't even risen yet, but I knew I had work to do.

I took a deep breath as I made my way to the kitchen. The house was silent, except for the soft padding of my footsteps on the wooden floor. A sense of calm washed over me as I prepared to face another day of hard work.

Entering the kitchen, I took a moment to survey my surroundings. The large fireplace dominated one wall, its burning wood mingling with the faint aroma of last night's dinner still lingering in the air. The long wooden table was pushed to the side, and the counters were filled with clean pots, pans, and utensils.

Some maids had already started working while I was running late. Their only task was cooking, while I had to attend school, complete my homework, and manage the household chores and do my part time job because Alpha fund is not applicable for me. I have to work my ass off for my school and college.

As soon as Martha's eyes fell on me, she gave me an angry glare and patted Lissie's hand, who was busy cooking. Lizzy also turned towards me and shot me that familiar hateful stare I had endured for the past eight years.

Martha glared at me. "You're late again, you pig. What's your excuse this time?" she asked in a harsh tone.

I knew I had overslept and was running behind schedule, but I didn't expect her to call me out so harshly. I wondered why I wasn't accustomed to their scolding by now. "I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to explain myself. "I had a lot of homework, so I slept late."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, making me feel small and insignificant. "That's no excuse, and I don't care about your work," she snapped. "You need to be more responsible. If you can't even show up on time for cooking duty, how can we trust you to handle anything else?"

"I'm sorry, Martha," I apologised once again.

"If you have so much homework, here's an idea," she said, looking at me with a puzzled expression. "Stop going to school. No one has ever asked you to study, so why bother? What's the use of studying? At the end of the day, you'll just be a maid for the rest of the pack."

Her suggestion made tears well up in the corners of my eyes, but I bit my lip and fought them back. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't seem to have any sympathy for my situation. "Stop acting like a child and don't show your fake tears in front of me," she spat. "We have work to do, and you're slowing us down. If you can't handle it, maybe you should find another job or another pack. Or better yet, disappear somewhere just like your mom and dad. It would be less of a burden for this pack and the Mother Moon Goddess and also for the Earth Goddess."

Her words struck me like a ton of bricks. I knew I wasn't the best maid, but I was trying my hardest. I didn't want to let anyone down, but no matter what I did, it was never enough.

Before my parents' death, Martha used to dote on me. But after they were killed, she began treating me like a slave. As she turned away to continue her work, I wiped away my tears and tried to gather myself. I knew I had to do better, work harder, and prove myself to the other maids. I just hoped they would give me a chance.

"How do you plan on making up for it? By wasting more time?" Lizzy's voice snapped me out of my pitiful trance.

"You need to start taking your job seriously, Zeta," Lizzy said, using the name she had given me after my parents' death. Zeta means a low life—a life that is useless and burdensome. She always referred to me as Zeta and never called me Rose anymore. "Being late is unacceptable. You're lucky we even bother keeping you around."

Martha chimed in, "You're always making mistakes and slowing us down, Rose. You're lucky we tolerate you."

Hazel, the Beta's daughter and the most beautiful girl in town, joined in the scolding. She's dating our future Alpha, Alex, and ever since my parents' actions caused the death of her uncle Marcus, she's made it her mission to bully me. She used to be my friend before my parents' death, but after they killed her beloved uncle, she stopped talking to me and began tormenting me in every way possible.

As I served Alpha Tyler, he gave me a disgusted glare, and Luna Mary followed suit. I had grown accustomed to everyone's disdainful looks, as if I were nothing more than filth.

But I no longer let it affect me.

After serving them, I approached future Alpha Alex and served him. He was the only person who never cared about my existence, the one who ignored me completely. Our interactions were limited to the dining room and a few classes in school. But the best part was that he never bullied me, never attempted to talk to me. He simply let me do my work in peace, as if I were invisible. That was the best thing about him—his indifference shielded me from further torment.

As I poured orange juice for him, Hazel interrupted with her harsh tone. "You b***h, come here and pour me orange juice."

I walked over to her and started pouring her orange juice. But as I was about to place the pitcher back on the table, she forcefully pulled my hand, causing some of the juice to spill on her feet.

"You b***h, you've ruined my expensive shoes!" she shouted at me.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I pleaded, feeling the weight of my existence crushing me. All I ever did was apologize, unable to say anything else.

I continued cleaning and contemplated my life—how

it had changed. I was cleaning her shoes while she physically abused me.

"Clean properly, b***h, or I'll make you lick my shoes," she yelled again. The tears welled up, but this time I refused to let them fall. I glanced around, and it seemed that no one cared about Hazel's mistreatment of me. They pretended not to see, all while enjoying their breakfast.

After they finished breakfast, I gathered the dirty plates and placed them in the sink, preparing to go to school. But before I could leave, Lizzy shouted, "We don't have time for your excuses and laziness. You're slowing us down and making our job harder. Shape up or ship out, Rose. Tomorrow, either arrive early or I'll assign you to the cleaning department."

"I'll try my best, I swear. Please don't be too hard on me," I pleaded. The cleaning department means I have to work for three shifts. I can’t afford that while working on both school and part time jobs.

As I approached her, doing my best to plead, she suddenly grabbed a hot iron spatula and pressed it against my hand.

Pain surged through me as I screamed in the kitchen, while Lizzy laughed maniacally.

“That’s what you deserve b***h, I hope I burn all you to death.”

Lizzy spitted hateful words on me

"Lizzy, stop your madness," Martha intervened and took the spatula from her.

She looked at my hand and seemed surprised by the burn, a flicker of concern in her eyes. She took hold of my hands and examined them with a worried expression.

I was taken aback by her unexpected concern. "Go to my house, there's a first-aid kit. Treat yourself and then go to school," she instructed with a stern voice, though her expression and tone didn't quite match.

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I arrived at school, praying that there wouldn't be any more bullying today. They could harass me after class—I was too preoccupied to deal with their torment right now.

I hurried through the school hallway when I heard someone whispering behind me, but I chose to ignore it.

"Rose, watch out!" Lexy shouted from the doorway of the hallway. I turned towards her just in time to see the dustbin and its contents suspended in mid-air behind me.

I was shocked to realize what the bullies were trying to do—they were attempting to pour dust on me. Thanks to Lexy, who possessed magic powers, she stopped the dustbin and its contents from falling on me.

She rushed toward me, concerned. "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay," I assured her. In this vast world, she was the only one who cared for me, who treated me like a human being rather than a weak, despicable slave.

Whenever she was around, no one dared to mess with me or bully me because she was a powerful witch who could turn their worst nightmares into reality.

Some claimed she was a dark witch with immense power, but to me, she was an angel.