Remi POV
"Why are you doing this?" I finally asked. My voice was barely above a whisper, and unshed tears filled my eyes. "You're a woman like me. You, of all people, should understand how it feels. Why…"
The sound of her chuckle cut me off as her fingers slowly traced circles around my nipple. "It's not every time one gets the chance to be with a human. Everyone wants a taste," she said.
Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me slowly but deeply. Her lips were softer than I had expected, but then I realized I was at the mercy of two twisted individuals.
I turned my head, breaking the kiss, but she just smiled.
"You taste so good… your scent alone…" she paused, taking a long, deep sniff from my neck. "… drives any wolf crazy."
I felt her fingers trail down the buttons again until the last one was undone, leaving the shirt hanging open on my body.
"If you want to survive around here," she whispered into my ear, "just do as he says. Believe me, Damon is an entirely different person when you don't get on his nerves."
Then she slowly pulled the shirt off me, letting it fall beside us.
I tried to weakly cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest, but she grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my hand away.
Her lips brushed against my collarbone, trailing soft, wet kisses down its length. My breath hitched when she moved lower, her mouth brushing over the swell of my breast.
Then she took one in her mouth.
I sucked in my breath, clenching my fists tightly by my sides, but I didn't stop her.
She moaned against me, her tongue circling slowly, savoring every second. She only pulled back when she was satisfied, her eyes meeting mine again.
"I like you," she whispered. Without another word, she stood up and calmly walked away.
I let out a shaky breath as soon as she was out of sight.
I covered myself aggressively with the shirt. Then, I broke down again, hot, angry tears streaming down my face.
Being violated by a man and a woman in one night—God, I never imagined this. I felt disgusting. Like something filthy that couldn't be cleaned no matter how hard I tried. I hated them. But I hated myself more for letting it happen.
The next morning, the metal door creaked open. A guard I had come to recognize stepped in with two maids following behind.
"Get up!" the guard barked.
Even though I was still sore and aching, I forced myself up, limping behind them. We walked past the same hallway from last night. That's when I saw him.
The man from last night.
Dark hair, dark eyes, and that cold, heavy presence. As he strode past us, the maids and guards all bowed instantly, but he didn't even glance at them.
So, he really was someone important.
My gaze followed him as he passed by, then he looked at me—and my heart froze. I quickly lowered my head and continued walking.
"The Luna has ordered you be moved in here," the guard said, stopping in front of a familiar door.
I looked up. It was the bedroom from yesterday.
"Luna?" I repeated, confused. "Who is…"
The guard snarled. "You've been here for almost a week and you still don't know who the Luna is?" he yelled, making me flinch.
"Alpha Damon's wife. Luna Selene."
"Oh," I muttered, sucking in my bottom lip.
"You two, get her cleaned up," he barked at the maids before storming off, muttering curses under his breath.
The maids stepped inside, and I slowly followed behind them, still limping.
"Hurry up and take it off," one of them said impatiently.
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the stickiness between my thighs, which made it hard to move properly. But the maids didn't react, even as the shirt slipped off, falling to the floor and revealing the bruises and marks Damon had left on my skin.
Somehow… that was worse than disgust. The fact that they didn't even flinch. No shock, no pity, just silence.
It made me feel even less human.
The maids exchanged a glance, but their expressions remained neutral, like they had seen worse.
They guided me to the bathtub, and I stepped in without protest, too numb to care. The warm water stung when it touched the broken skin along my thighs and arms. I winced, but I didn't make a sound.
One of them grabbed a soft cloth and started gently scrubbing my arms. The second crouched behind me, reaching for my hair.
I stayed quiet until the silence became unbearable.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Who?" one of them asked back.
"The man we saw earlier."
The maid wrung out the cloth in the water and glanced up at me, then went back to scrubbing.
"That's the Beta. Beta Zayne," she answered.
"Zayne…" I muttered, tasting the name on my tongue like it was something foreign.
There was another stretch of silence, just the sound of water sloshing around and the sponge dragging across my skin.
Then I asked again, softer this time, "This werewolf stuff… how is that even possible?"
One of the maids let out a loud sigh and paused scrubbing.
"What's with all these sudden questions?" she muttered, with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"I'm human, remember?" I said, meeting her brown eyes. "I only ever saw you guys as… fictional. Something out of a story."
"Well, we exist," the other maid said dryly. "And we've been existing for centuries. We just chose to blend in."
"Because you're scared," I replied quietly, and both maids burst out laughing like I had just told a joke.
"You wish," the first one said with a smirk.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but before I could get a word out, the second maid cut me off.
"No more questions," she scolded, sounding more tired than angry.
Then they tilted my head back and poured warm water over my hair, washing away the tangles and dirt.
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth seep into my scalp, and for a moment, I forgot about the maids, the werewolf, and the nightmare I was trapped in.
But the moment was short-lived, as they rinsed my hair. One of the maids gently touched the bruise on my cheek. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice softer than before.
I opened my eyes, surprised by the question. "Yes," I whispered, and she nodded.
"You will get used to it," she replied.
Get used to it? The thought alone sent a chill down my spine. Was this really my new reality? No, it can't be.
Dad would come for me. He had to. He was probably searching for me right now, calling every station, retracing my steps, demanding answers. I just had to hold on. Just a little longer. I just had to survive living like this for a bit more…
Once the maids were done rinsing my body, they helped me out of the bath and dried me off. Done, they handed me a piece of clothing.
I unfolded it and stared down at the flimsy, silky material in confusion.
"That's what you will be wearing tonight."