Chapter 3 Milo pov

Chapter 3

Milo pov

If the grand hall was massive, then stepping outside, it was like stepping into a long, confusing maze.

I had not had the luxury to admire when I was being brought in, not ehent he fierce man was breathing down my neck.

Long winding corridors intercepted and branched like a labyrinth. I was breathing hard from the adrenaline, still pumping into my sister.

I didn't know which sort of twisted game this was, but one thing was clear.

I didn't want to play such a game. Not when the pack was being attacked, and my life was literally in danger.

What if an enemy sees me here? All alone and helpless.

I sucked in a deep breath, then prayed to the same goddess that was jobless enough to try something funny, deeming it wise to create me into what I am.

I chose a path.

I walked and walked.

But after long hours of crossing many familiar doors that I had come across before, I finally gave up, leaning against polished walls.

I was officially screwed.

The few people I saw on my way were servants who were too scared to even look me in the eyes, talkmore of point directions out to me.

There was no other person apart from the servant in this massive building.

I could barely imagine my father's enraged face when the news of my death reached them hours before I left home.

A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.

What if the Mafian King realized I wasn't her?

What if, after all this, they still came for my sister?

Would my sacrifice mean nothing?

My sister was seriously ill. It had suddenly happened just when the news of the mafian king came to us. My sister was crushed, and she had a great future. She was already the strongest warrior in my pack and had many untapped potential.

But then i...I was just trash, a waste of space , a disgrace. I had agreed to her request. I couldn't let her be taken as a lowly pet.

I volunteer to go to her place.

The only thing I could do right for once in my life. I couldn't do it well.

I buried my face in my hands, the words of the mafia king looming over me, like a knife hanging above my neck.

"Who is this good for nothing fool blocking the way"

A harsh voice jerked me awake.

I looked up

And froze

She was not just beautiful,

Noo... she was gorgeous...and her presence filled the air.

She was easily 6,0 tall with an elegance that could not be matched. Everything about her seemed perfect, except for the frown that coloured her face. And behind her were a group of her entourage that was following her.

From her dressing, I could already picture that she was a person with a high-ranking position.

But as soon my face lit up in admiration, it fell immediately, I realised how too early I had judged. A deep disgust settled deep into my stomach. Her beauty was a mask.

"I...I am sorry" I said, trying to move

Twack

A hard slap came out of nowhere, resounded through the corridors. A sharp sting spread across my already tender cheeks.

"Do you know who you are talking to, lowly slave" her voice filled with disdain.

My first reaction was shock, but as the realisation that I had just been slapped settled in. A deep, dark anger I have not felt since I was born began boiling in my chest, like a beast that was struggling to be let out.

What was with everybody treating me like trash?

I had endured enough humiliation all through my life, disgrace worse than anything you could think of.

But I was not having it again.

I don't know if it was the adrenaline still in my system or the thought that I was already dead. I clenched my hands. I suddenly had this urge to rant out.

My mouth moved before my brain could...

"Bitch"

Everywhere was plunged into Silence following my outburst.

A collective gasp rippled through the corridor. Servants stumbled back, their wide-eyed staring at me like I had just signed my death wish. Maybe I just did.

A sense of dread came over me, as I realised what I had said a little too late.

But what's done is done.

"Did you just insult me..." the beautiful lady's face twisted into something ugly.

I was totally screwed now.

But before the evil bitch would pounce, a voice cut through the tension, stopping her at the right time.

"Enough, lady Catherine"

A new presence entered the hallway.

I turned immediately, my face filled with gratitude.

A middle aged woman who looked like she was in her late forties stood, glaring at the beautiful lady.

But to my disappointment, she was wearing the trademark clothes that only servants usually wear, but the way she carried herself, controlled, composed, commanding, made it clear she was not just any servant, or she was just someone like me who was actually looking for death.

Lady Catherine scoffed looking at the pretty calm woman in disdain, "what are you even doing here," folding her arm. "Last I checked, you were nothing more than a mere housekeeper."

Series of laughter came from her people behind her.

The older woman. Whose name is Delphine smiled. A small, knowing smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"And yet, it is I who gives orders here."

Catherine's face twisted with barely contained rage. "You wouldn't dare interfere in how I treat a wretched mutt, who doesn't know her place.

I flinched at her words.

What she said was true, the older woman doesn't have the right to interfere even if she wanted to. After all, I am just a lowly pet.

I dare, Catherine." the middle-aged lady said, voice soft but eyes becoming sharp. "That's what you do best, Caroline, bully the defenseless."

Catherine nostrils flared.

The tension between them was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. For a moment both women were locked in a hateful stare.

I didn't understand what was happening, but one thing was clear, the middle aged woman wasn't afraid of her.

Catherine clenched her fists, seething. But to my surprise she didn't say nor argue with the woman again, Instead, she turned on her heel, storming off with her entourage trailing behind her.

I released the breath I didn't know was holding.

Only when she was gone a distance, did the middle aged woman turn to me.

"Come."

She didn't wait for me to respond, grabbing my wrist and she pulled me with her, down the corridor.

I stumbled after her, my mind still spinning.

We cornered numerous corridors and passages, before her grip loosened slightly, and she spoke in a low, firm voice.

"I've been looking for you."

I frowned. Yeah yeah, as hell you have been looking for me.

Her lips pressed into a tight line. "You shouldn't be wandering. Your place has already been assigned."

"Assigned?" My stomach churned. "What do you mean?"

She didn't answer me.

Before I knew it, we stopped in front of a large, looming door, and when she pushed it open, my breath hitched.

The room was massive, and grand. And Just like the hall, it was easily the most beautiful room I had ever laid my eyes on. And what more, there was a king sized bed at the center.

My eyes widened, Everything about the room screamed power and money.

But before I could jump up in joy, I had to know one thing...

"Whose room is this?" I asked cautiously.

The middle aged woman turned to me, her expression with a small smile.plastered on her face.

"The Master's..."

My smile fell. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

But before my brain could process what she had just said, she pushed me inside. "Your bath is ready. I will return shortly for your clothes." She said hurriedly before leaving me standing alone inside the grand room, with a confused expression.

What was with the people here and explaining things?

After standing there in shock for a while, I decided to slowly explore the room. It was so big and neatly arranged to perfection, that I found myself gasping like a girl that was shown candy.

I was still amazed by the grandeur of the room, when I saw it

And my breath caught in my throat, as I stared wide-eyed in horror at the dark corner of the lavish room. one thing stood out like a cruel joke.

Different torture tools and appliances were neatly hanging at a closed quarter of the room. It was hidden so well, from public eyes.

I gasped, deep fear settling at the bottom of my stomach. I stumbled backward unconsciously.

What have I gotten myself into?

Something hitted the back of my leg,

A cage.

I gasped for the second time, my hands flying to my mouth as if to stop the scream that wanted to tear itself from my mouth.

It was big enough for a small child.

But that was not the worst part...

A tag was hanging around the cage, and a name was written on it.

My body suddenly went cold.

"Millen"