Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

I surveyed my surroundings with a mere glance, taking in the familiar dim yellow light and sweet scent of caramel.

Realising where I was, I sat upright and approached Ryan. A refreshing sensation always enveloped me whenever I was at his chamber, as if it were situated atop an ocean and the breeze only flowed towards that direction.

“I knew you were the one all along.” I got off the bed to find him sitting on the couch in his chambers.

“She is finally awake.” He said with a smile.

“But why? Why do you keep sending me to dreadful places when you’ll only end up saving me?”

“You would be hungry, so I saved some chicken and soup for you.” He ignored my questions and offered me a plate of roasted garnished chicken. I could not refuse the offer, I had forgotten what a nice grilled chicken tasted like.

The intricate blend of spices and herbs in the broth, coupled with a generous portion of chilli oil, delivered a fiery yet satisfying flavour that danced on my taste buds. I savoured every bite of the Chicken soup, relishing in their delectable tang. Despite the intense heat, I couldn’t help but feel elated by the explosion of flavours. As I sipped from my glass of refreshing water to soothe my tingling tongue, I knew this was undoubtedly the best dish I had ever tasted.

He watched as I relished each morsel before proffering another glass of water to me, which I promptly quaffed in its entirety.

“Hey, slow down,” he gently wiped away the food residue from the corners of my mouth. “It has been months since I have enjoyed a meal this good. It tastes nice.”

“We have the best cook in town. There is more if you want.”

“No, this chunk is just fine for me.” I scraped off the entire flesh and left the bones on the plate.

“You seem nice at night but in the daytime, you are just a different being and it gets me worried every time.”

“I am still the same every time of the day.”

“Well, I doubt that. Who knows, you might have added something to the meal. I would wake up and find myself in my little room awaiting Lady Ana and the guards to take me to another dreadful site to work. But I wouldn’t want to put you through all the stress of doing that. So I’d like to take my leave now.”

I made to move and my dress got whacked by a protruding nail from the chair which ripped it out.

“Oh my God! ” I held my torn dress looking at it.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Why would you even have a bad chair in your chambers?”

My chest boiled as I watched the ripped edges of my dress. The only good dress I loved wearing from the pile of raggedy dresses Lady Ana had given me.

For the first time in a long while, I was sent to work with other slaves.

“Hey, guys.” A smile grew on my lips as I saw other faces, I could not hold the joy. But the other slaves did not buy my happiness; they only took a glance at me as they resumed their work.

The sickle still felt strange in my hands as I held it but every other work was better than working at the piggery.

“I’m sorry to bother you but I cannot use this tool, can you show me a few things?”

I walked up to one of the girls who worked beside me all along.

“Yeah, sure.” She was surprisingly nice unlike other girls I had walked up to for help.

“You take up the stalk, place your sickle here, and make sure you have it at this angle.” She picked up the stem, positioned her sickle in this manner, and demonstrated while I observed.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Take care not to damage the fresh buds. Perfect, that’s it,” she displayed the newly collected seeds. And I noticed an uncommon tattoo on her arm.

“Nice tattoo.”

“Thank you; I have one on my back as well.”

She lifted her dress, revealing a replica of the design at her back.

“I’m Beth, one of the newcomers.”

“Clara.”

“Are you also among our new arrivals?” “No, I am not.”

“But I haven’t seen you around our rice plantation before.”

“I work at other stations.”

“Oh great, I hope it’s not more tedious than it is here. I hear that one of the slaves was sent to work at the piggery. They said she had walked in on the alpha on the day of his bath. She deserved more if you ask me.”

I swallowed my words.

“Why do you think she deserved worse? You never know what could have made her do that.”

“Well, that’s no business of mine.”

I noticed her eyes trail done to my stomach as It protruded from my dress. It had been three months now and most people had begun to notice as my belly grew.

“You are with child.”

“Yes.”

“But how… ”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

It was time for the day’s job again. I set out like the rest of the slaves settling behind Beth but this time, it was more like a meeting with Lady Ana.

“Hey Beth, what’s going on here? I thought we would be working at the rice farm today.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. But here we are.” Lady Ana walked up in front of the ladies with the men beside her.

“I just want to inform you slaves that you will not be working on the farm for this week. We have new slaves coming in and so they would be the ones talking up the farm work. You all will be assigned to the different parts of the house that you would work in. And as you go into work,” She paused and watched me as if the message was only for me.

“Don’t do anything that would bring you back to the farm because you would be gravely punished for it.”

“Is it just me or is the lady staring directly at you?” Beth noticed.

“I don’t know, I’m wondering myself, this lady just has a thing for me ever since I was brought in here.”

“How were you captured?”

“It is quite a tale,” I began, “I don’t like talking about it.”

However, in order to establish trust with the person I was speaking to, I felt compelled to divulge some details.

“It’s safe to say that anyone’s capture would make for an epic story, wouldn’t you agree?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” came the response. “Tell me more about your experience.”

“Well, it was more of an adventure than anything else. I was taken in exchange for my parents’ life.”

“Why didn’t you resist?” She asked.

“Everyone line up single file!” Lady Ana instructed sternly once we arrived at the destination and handed each slave a basket containing their tools and clothing along with notes detailing their assigned location.

“Dungeon?!” I exclaimed upon reading mine aloud.

“I got the winery!” Beth announced triumphantly as she approached brandishing her own note like a badge of honour.

“Lady Ana clearly has great affection for me – imagine getting assigned somewhere so decadent!”

“The dungeon isn’t so bad,” Beth said.

“Yeah,” I replied diplomatically despite feeling somewhat apprehensive about what lay ahead.