The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 7

When Lyra woke up the next morning, she found herself staring at a strange female’s face. The face was pinched, regarding Lyra with unquestionable disdain.

“You must think you are on a vacation to still be sleeping at this hour,” the female said, her lips twisting in scorn.

Lyra blinked and sat up, her brain quickly catching her up on what was going on. She was at the palace. The events of the previous night streaked through her brain. Just as quick, she shut them out.

“What’s the time?” she asked, looking at the female servant standing over her.

The servant scoffed, then threw something at Lyra. It was a maid’s uniform. “Time to get your lazy ass out of bed and get working, princess.”

The servant was Thea, a servant who had worked at the palace for many years. She had taken care of Julian since childhood, and carried herself with a sense of self-importance.

“Sorry, I did not know about the schedule,” Lyra said. The last thing she wanted was to make enemies here. Even if nothing else was going well for her, she wanted to avoid being ostracised as she had been at Devon’s pack.

Thea scoffed. “You must think you are something special because the king brought you here.” She waved a hand to indicate the narrow room. “But look around you, darling. You are nothing but a mere slave, and you better listen to what I tell you or you’ll be in trouble.”

Lyra said nothing. It was clear that this one already hated her. “Okay,” she mumbled.

“Why are you still in bed?” Thea snapped. “Get dressed up and meet me in the living room in two minutes! Everything in that room needs to be squeaky clean before everybody wakes up. Hurry!”

Lyra got down from the bed and put on the uniform. Thea left before she was done, and Lyra had to run after her because she had no idea where to find the said living room. Once there, Thea gave her a list of cleaning chores to do. She had to clean, buff, and polish the various things in the room, dust, and vacuum the floors.

Lyra was used to cleaning, but never a room so big. It was huge and ornately furnished, looking every part like it belonged in a palace. Thea told her that she only had an hour to get done, which Lyra found outrageous. It would take at least three people to get done in such a short period.

Guessing that Thea would not take any complaints nicely, Lyra quietly agreed to the task and rushed to gather the cleaning supplies. While she worked her way through the room, she thought about what had happened with Julian.

She had always thought that the Lycan King was strict but just and fair. Turned out he was just another Alpha with an inflated ego. What had she expected?

In the werewolf society, the strong looked down on the weak and treated them like second class citizens. No, they could not even be termed as citizens. They were like a blight on the community that no one could do anything about. As long as there were Alphas and Betas and Gammas, there would be Omegas. Treating the weaker ones like trash was just the order of business. Maybe the Lycan King was fair and just, but not to lowly werewolves like her.

Lyra was wondering whether he had meant what he said about selecting a queen and making her his mistress when a sharp shriek cut through the room. Seconds later, the sound of a crash followed.

Lyra jumped back as something hit her foot, and that was when she realised that while she was preoccupied with her thoughts, she had knocked down one of the vases decorating the walls.

Thea, the source of the shriek, sped across the room towards her, her face a mask of anger. “You stupid bitch, I knew you were good for nothing!” Lyra barely had time to react as Thea grabbed her by the hair and shook her. “Do you know how long that vase has been in this palace?”

Lyra put her supplies down and reached for Thea’s hand, trying to stop her. “I’m sorry! It was a mistake!”

Thea let go of her hair and Lyra stumbled back. Just when she thought that was all, Thea swung her hand and slapped her hard across the face. “There’s no room for mistakes here, you hear me?”

With tears in her eyes and ringing in her ears, Lyra grabbed her cheek and mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”

“You’ll pay for that vase,” Thea said, poking Lyra in the forehead with her index finger, over and over again. “Even if it takes you your entire pathetic life, you’ll pay for it. Do you have any idea how much it costs?”

With each poke to the forehead, Lyra stumbled back, until she found herself pressed up against a chest of drawers.

“From the moment I saw you, I knew you did not belong here,” Thea continued. “And I’ll make you wish you never showed up.” Finally, she stepped back. “Finish up here and go over to the kitchen. The floors there need a thorough scrubbing!”

By the time Lyra finished up in the living room, her entire body was fatigued. Thea came to check on her a few times. Each time, she found an excuse to reprimand Lyra and hit her some more.

When Lyra got to the kitchen, the cooks had wrapped up on breakfast, and apparently, Thea asked them to leave everything for Lyra to clean up. So, it wasn’t just the floor in need of her attention.

“Lunch prep will begin in an hour,” Thea informed her. “You best be done by then.”