Amanda’s POV.
“And these are your duties,” Said an older lycan female who was apparently head of the maids. She flung a pile of papers at me and then points at the bucket and rag at my feet. “You’ll start by cleaning all the windows on the first floor, the king hates his veiw being obstructed by grime.”
“If he doesn’t like it, then he can f*****g clean it himself,” I tipped the bucket onto its side with my toe, the Lycan watched the water spill onto the floor of my closet-sized room.
“You are his slave, which means you will do as you’re told,” she grinds her teeth.
I squared my chin and met her angry glare eyes with a sneer. “I’m not his slave or anyone else’s. I am the Alpha’s daughter and a reigning Luna, don’t think you can tell me what to do just because you’re a lycan.”
The woman
