The Lost Princess Of The Lycans

Girls POV

It started as a typical day on the ranch. I was rudely woken up at 5, then breakfast promptly at 6, before work details began at 7. I couldn't move very fast because a while ago my legs were broken. So Ronald, the head slave master, was getting irritated. That I wasn't moving fast enough for him, he walked up and hit me in the back of the head and told me to move faster. I tried to move quickly, but it wasn't easy. Today, we were preparing everything for King Ray to visit this year. He had ordered every female 17-25 to be in attendance. I was assigned to the pack house. I hated working there because all the males would grope me. I was wheeling a cart full of glasses into the dining area when Leanne came in.

"Get me some water," Leanne ordered me.

"No, you can get it yourself," I told her.

"You are a slave and do as you are told," she states.

"You are not my boss," I stated.

That was a mistake because she went and got Roland. Who grabs me by the hair and drags me to the dungeon. He threw me into a cell.

"I'll deal with you later," he stated.

I knew it was a mistake to talk back. But she is a spoiled brat. She thinks she is the next Luna in the pack. She can have the job. Junior is the next Alpha. He hasn't found his mate; if he has, he hasn't said anything about it. Leanne and Junior are dating, and she doesn't like that Junior likes me. We spend time together as he has taught me and a few others to defend ourselves. I want out of here. I have been a slave since I was 12. I was brought here to the White River clan as a baby. I was put in the orphanage. At the age of 12, I was forced into slavery. We were barely fed enough to keep us alive. We would only get bread and water three times a day. Sometimes, Junior would give us extras. I hear footsteps approaching.

Its Roland. He has a whip with silver tips.

"No, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I begged.

"Too late, Girl," Roland says.

"I'm so sorry," I said.

All my begging and tears reached deaf ears. He then came into the cell and slapped me across the face. Then he bends me over the bed and slams his cock into my vagina. I screamed out in pain.

"Please stop," I begged.

"Shut up, you bitch." Roland yells.

"Please stop. That hurts." I begged.

He slaps me and covers my mouth. I stop fighting and just lay there and start sobbing. He finishes, grabs my hair, and drags me upstairs to the whipping tree. I get ten lashes for talking back. I was then told to get back to work. I returned to the main dining area, where Leanne was with her friends. She points at me and laughs. I'm putting the glass cups on the table when Leanne knocks one over on purpose. The head cook comes out and slaps me across the face,

"Quit breaking things." He says.

I don't respond; I go about doing my work. I finished putting the glasses out and headed to the garden for a little break. Nobody was around, and I knew I wouldn't get into trouble. I'm enjoying the sun when suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. I turned around just in time to get punched in the head by Roland.

"Why are you out here?" Roland demanded.

"I was taking a break," I responded.

He then slaps me.

"Get back to work," he says.

"Yes, sir," I respond.

I go back into the kitchen where the head cook is. I go and get the cart with all the dishes. I'm putting the plates on the table when I hear Alpha getting upset with someone over the phone. Oh! Great, that means everyone will be in trouble if you get in his way. I go back to putting the dishes on the table. It was about time to go back to the barracks. When the Alpha comes storming out of his office, he walks straight up to me and slaps me so hard that I fall back. I overheard a conversation about the King, finding out what they did and who they had as captives. There will be a war. I go put up the carts. Then, head to the barracks. There are three houses for the slaves: the female barracks, the male barracks, and the elderly barracks. Most of them are dying. We will all end up in that place eventually. The orphanage I was at until I was 12 is in the middle. Most of the children there are from different clans.

I would love to take a shower after this morning's events. But I know that won't happen, so I wash up in the sink. I'm about to head to my bunk if you can call it that. It's a thin piece of board on the floor with a blanket that is all worn and has holes in it. That doesn't even keep me warm. But that's all I got.

When Roland comes in and orders me to come with him, I comply with tears in my eyes because I know what he wants. We went to the woods behind the bunkhouse. He then punched me in the stomach, and I doubled over in pain. While I'm on the ground, he rips my shirt off and lifts my skirt, and rams his dick into me. I screamed out in pain. I just held my hand over my mouth and let him finish. He then threw my ripped shirt at me and told me to go back to the bunkhouse. I find a corner in the back of the house and cry. Begging doesn't stop him, and pleading doesn't stop him. I'm about to give up and jump off the waterfall. The waterfall is about the size of a 10-story building. I can't take it anymore. I know tomorrow will be another work day as we prepare for the King's arrival. I don't see what all the fuss is about. He comes every year, and we have to get ready every year.

The slaves, myself included, are then dressed as if we are people that the clan has taken in for one reason or another. Sometimes, they tell us to say we are visiting from another clan. Last year, I was 16, so I was kept in the barracks, which was nice because I wasn't being ordered around, and Roland couldn't hurt me. So, I went to bed early that night. It was nice. But he didn't find his mate. I truthfully don't think he wants to find her. He never seemed to be interested in finding her. From what the other girls have told me.