THE WELCOMING PARTY

"I- I can… I can please you…" Iris lowered her head. Her cheeks burned. She must have gone crazy and be beyond desperate to be able to propose something like that.

But then, it would be better for Cane to be the only man who ever touched her, rather than to be exchanged among the alphas for their pleasure.

Because that was what they usually did to the slaves and she was one of them right now. She watched how a slave got raped until she died miserably before. She had seen the pain on her face and how her eyes slowly dimmed, as life snuffed out of them.

This was only a fraction of the things that she remembered when she witnessed the party years ago. Meanwhile, all the alphas laughed at the slave agony and simply tossed her body away to be replaced by someone else.

It was so callous, as if their lives meant nothing.

And there was a high possibility that Iris would have to endure the same thing. She was a slave now. A war prisoner, a slave for Cane nonetheless.