The room I was dragged into had a bed and a tiny square window with metal bars. I noticed it was a bunk bed, but I was already too weak and exhausted to check the room. I instantly just collapsed on the bed to rest.

The door soon creaked open, and I quickly turned my eyes towards the doorway with my heart pounding. I didn't want to be dragged anywhere else anymore.

A few seconds passed, and a girl entered the room. She quickly closed the door behind her as if she didn't want to get caught. I let my eyes wander and could tell she was hiding something under her apron.

She breathed out when our eyes met. "You're the new slave, right?", She asked while ruffling under her apron. I paid no interest and just ignored her. "Huh? Alright, it's fine if you don't want to talk." She shrugged and showed me a crumbled piece of bread and a slice of cheese.

"We are not allowed to bring food here, but I managed to sneak this in. I figured you would be hungry, " the woman murmured in a hurry before handing me the food. "I am not hungry," I croaked. "Oh..." She looked disappointed for a second, but then she boldly plopped down on the bed I was lying on.

"More for me then." She took a big bite before looking at me. "The name is Rhea," she said with her mouth muffled by the food. "Are you a human?" Without a second to waste, I simply inquired, and she snorted in response, instantly spitting some pieces of food on the bed.

"If I was a she-wolf, I wouldn't be living down here." She kicked an imaginary bucket with her foot in disgust at the room. "Shifters stay on the upper floors in big beautiful rooms." She looked displeased by her current situation, but she smiled nonetheless. "Rumors are everywhere that a slave who had a miscarriage has been brought here. Most of us were kidnapped while still virgins." Her comment made tears brim in my red, swollen eyes.

I had a miscarriage, but I wasn't that old. I was forcefully married to Jack at a very young age. I didn't love him at first, but Amanda kept telling me that a baby was all that he wanted.

"Why am I here then?" I asked in a shaky voice. I wasn't a virgin, so why was I brought here by their boss? "Other slaves are asking themselves the same thing," she murmured before standing up. "It's so strange that you are the only one," she continued.

I felt like crying again. Indeed, I was the odd man out. "That's all for now. We get up early. Nothing is easy here, so if you want food, you must follow everything they instruct you." She sneered, and I didn’t respond to her. "Have a good night." She started climbing upstairs to her bed.

"Wait..." I called out. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Where c-can I wash? I stink..." I stuttered, tears brimming again in my eyes. "Hah! That can't happen right now." She shrugged and then climbed the tiny ladder leading to her bed. "Okay, I am Zoey, by the way..." I said, understanding the situation. "Okay, good night, Zoey. I want to sleep early."

I heard her jump into her mattress, and the bed shook from the wall. I stayed still as a rock before I felt my vision blur as the tears dribbled down. I just didn't know how my fate changed so quickly. Living in a situation like this was something I had never imagined. I now had no one in my life. I am a slave now.

I glanced towards the door and wanted to bolt out, but l knew it was a waste of time to even think about it. I had nowhere to run to. Helpless and puzzled, I turned towards the pillow and laid back on the hard mattress. Throughout the following minutes, I cried while recalling every moment l had with Amanda.

In the end, she really decided to betray me.

***

The bed sheet was snatched from my body, making me shudder. "Wake up, wake up, Zoey!" she screamed way too loud for my liking. My eyes took so long to open, and I noticed it was already morning. I didn't even remember falling asleep. Without a response, I sat up on the bed. I was feeling dizzy, and my stomach pain was lingering.

"I am warning you, Zoey." She started when I failed to sit up. "If you don't get up before everyone else, nothing will go well for you. You're the one who said that you wanted a shower. We can only use the bathroom when other slaves are asleep," she said, and at that, I forced myself up.

"Unfortunately, I currently have no clothes to spare, " she said. "It's fine," I said in a low voice as I stood up. My stomach is not the only thing in pain but my whole body. The bones in my back cracked, and a faint pang hammered inside me. I could now feel my stomach grumbling.

"Why did you end up here?" I asked out of curiosity. "Ask fewer questions if you want to bathe," she responded before opening the door. I walked behind her quickly, trying to keep up. "Let me explain quickly so that you don't get into trouble," she said as we walked in the stone hallway. "I am listening," I commented in a soft voice.

"We do work that maids can't do. It's a bit complicated but just know that if you want peace, do whatever anyone instructs you," she mumbled. "What is the work that maids can't do?" I asked. "We sweep, scrub, clean trenches, and mop in every room..." she suddenly paused.

Before I could say anything, fear was evident on her face. "Beta Henry is coming. He is here for you," she said in a frightened voice.

"Zoey Martinez." I heard a deep voice behind me. "I haven't washed up yet..." I said, almost on the verge of tears. "Sorry," she said before she walked away from me.

"So, the moon goddess gave the mark to her." I was walking with guards on either side of me, and l heard other slaves whisper to themselves. "Is she trying to make it harder for us? She can't be the one. I heard that she had a miscarriage," another one answered.

"First, stand here as we wait for the elders," The so-called beta ordered when we stopped in one of the rooms. "I want to vomit." I instantly turned when I heard one of the guards murmuring. I felt like crying when our gazes met. Most of them had their noses wrinkled in disgust. I was filthy, and I was aware of it.

"I don't even think I can get hard by looking at her, nor fuck her." My left eye twitched in annoyance when I heard them continue. I couldn't do anything to them even if I tried. "Goddess, I feel bad for Alpha Damien." I heard one of them remark. "He might reject her," another one commented. They went on chatting as I silently fumed.

But before I could think of how to go through it, the large oak doors soon opened. I felt all the hot air and anger deflate in nothing, but terror and fear started to build in the pit of my stomach. It was definitely my time. I wasn't killed in the forest, but I would definitely be killed now. I just had a bad feeling about it.

Suddenly the guards stopped whispering when the old man walked in. I didn't know who he was, but he looked harsh. He was followed by five old men, which the guards greeted with their heads bowed down. I felt like I was out of breath at the sight of them.

"Bring her in," the first old man, who seemed harsh, spoke with authority. His voice held the same power and dominance as leaders, evidently showing that he was once a leader. The guards dragged me to my feet, and my body ached with each step I took.

I could tell the two guards couldn't wait to take their hands from me because they kept rubbing their palms on their pants. I was filthy, so they decided to drag me as if I didn't have legs.

When we stopped, I raised my head and realized that the old men had sat in the chairs. It was a courtroom, and everything looked neat and clean. In the back of the room, there was a giant expensive-looking cherry wood desk in the center with a fair bookcase at the left. And right next to the bookcase was a small door.

My eyes trailed from the window to the small gate, and my head whirled with escape routes that didn't seem possible. They were too small, and I couldn't possibly escape. 'How am I going to get out of this mess?' I wondered as I lowered my head. The men gazed at me, and I was already feeling sicker than I was.

Based on what I was currently feeling, I felt as if I would puke my guts out again, but I didn't eat a thing, so there was nothing left to throw up. However, the immense pain and exhaustion were driving me off the edge.

"Does she have the mark?" I felt goosebumps all over my body when I heard one of them ask. "Yes sir," one of the guards said with respect. "Undress her." I instantly froze in my tracks after hearing it. "We saw it glow last night." My eyes brimmed with hot tears as the guards walked towards me.

My body trembled in fear as I slowly moved a few steps back. "That girl is a human. How is that possible?" One of the old men murmured as he stared at me with disbelief. "We saw it," one confirmed. I closed my eyes and felt their rough hands slowly pull the torn hoodie off my body.

"Don't undress her."

Just as the guards were undressing me, a stern voice suddenly echoed throughout the room. Everyone turned to the man who spoke with dominance. I was also shocked. The moment my eyes fell on the person, I instantly froze. Falling for men at first sight, wasn't for me, but this man was undeniably handsome.

He had dirty blonde spiky hair, a nice chiselled jawline, pink lips, and eyes that had a mixture of dark blue and light grey. 'Is he the Alpha?' I asked myself. "Damien, you don't..." one of the elders protested, but he cut them off.

"She has the mark, and I know it. Undressing her is useless," he reiterated before turning to me. As soon as our gazes met, I couldn't help but tremble like prey in front of the predator. My heart skipped a beat from the sheer terror. I used to think Jack was feared, but this one was worse. There was a dark aura screaming all over him, and he had all the characteristics of a feared and influential leader.

Despite that, disgust was also plastered on his face. I wasn't shocked since everyone in the room looked at me with disgust. It evidently showed that they didn't like me. "That woman is a human who just had a miscarriage," the old man, who seemed harsh this time, voiced out.

"I am aware." The sheer power and dominance of his aura had me kneeling down. His body was tense as a wounded spring, ready to snap. "She isn't going to be my mate but just my breeder," he continued.

"Breeder?" My eyes were now the size of saucers, and I gasped in shock. Carrying a baby in my womb was utterly impossible.

"You're right. That woman needs to be your surrogate. The pack can't be ruled by a human Luna". I was too stunned to speak and couldn't move an inch as I heard the elders talk. "You need to get one of the strong she-wolves and make her your Luna," The harsh man this time commented, directing the words to Damien.

"I already have her," He replied with his eyes on me. I shrugged in confusion. That had nothing to do with me. "Since she is a stranger, she needs to be treated like one. The dungeon is the best place." I instantly turned my eyes to the old man who suggested that. He wanted me to stay with the slaves.

'I am a stranger, then set me free...' I helplessly whispered while looking up at the elders. I already had my problems and didn't want more. The man frowned when he heard me and gritted his teeth. "Take her right now!" He looked undeniably displeased. His tall nose also wrinkled in disgust, probably because of how lousy I smelled.

In return, I focused my gaze on him. If looks could kill, I thought he would have killed me for staring straight into his eyes. "No, let that woman remain in my chambers," the Alpha growled. "No! Why me? I have done nothing wrong to you!"

A series of desperate cries escaped from my mouth as I stared at him. I had thought he would be merciful, but he looked coldly at me instead. "That woman stinks. Take her right now!" He commanded with his eyes fixed indifferently unto me. "Please let me go!" I begged; my voice barely audible from crying. "Please, I am a human. I am useless to you! Let me go. I know nothing about you!" I screamed while trying to remove my hands from the guard's grip. "Please... " I looked up at the young one with blurry eyes, still thinking that he would have mercy on me.

"Cover her eyes with a blindfold. I still can't believe that the Moon Goddess chose her to be my mate out of all the women on Earth." He commanded, then angrily marched out of the room. "Let me go!" With the strength I had left, I shouted and felt a man slip a black cloth into my eyes.

"Let me go, you bastards! I am not like you! I did no offense to get the mark!" I screamed and cried till I felt my throat hurt. It was all useless because, just like before, the guards dragged me without mercy. "If you say anything more, you will be killed instantly. You are the one who was chosen, so bear with it." I choked back a scream that threatened to bubble out of my throat. This was my fate now. I could no longer escape.

"Mmmm, aaahh, let me go!" Recalling everything that had happened, I whimpered and cried silently until I was thrown into one of the rooms. As soon as I heard the door being closed, l removed the black fold from my eyes and then dropped down on the floor. "No! No..." A loud scream escaped my mouth.

Even after losing my baby, their heartless Moon Goddess chose me to be a sex slave to beasts. 'Why me? I did nothing wrong...' Tears flowed down my cheeks as I helplessly crawled like a baby. I was in dire need of using a bathroom, but I couldn't feel my legs which had blood dried on them.

'My husband, my best friend, my baby, everything in the world has betrayed me.' I swallowed the thick lump in my throat as I thought about it. 'No... there is still a chance. I need to get revenge...' As I slowly crawled to the bathroom, I felt my nails dig crescents into my palms. I had no idea how l would get out of this mess, but I had to collect myself together for revenge.

After finally relieving myself, I sighed dejectedly and looked in the bathroom corner. The shower was calling me, but I didn't want to bathe. "My baby, my baby..." Once again, I felt the tears flowing down my cheek, but instead of making my way to the shower, I got up and plopped myself on the queen-sized bed in the room.

Without caring about the white sheets on the bed, I lay comfortably, and slowly my eyes started to close on their own accord. All the high stress and anxiety were putting a strain on me, and I couldn't wait to sleep.

However, I heard shuffling around the door before I could even get a wink of rest. "I thought breeders were immortal." Just like before, I heard one of the guards’ whispers. "Can you imagine trying to pup her with force?" The other guard laughed. "I feel so bad for Alpha Damien. I even wonder whether the pup will be cute." They laughed again, but I couldn't attack them even though I felt insulted. They were werewolves. I only doubted the issue of giving birth since I knew it was impossible.

Their laughter continued for a few minutes but eventually died when I heard them stop and greet someone. Someone important must have passed by. However, to my surprise, the door swung open, and I froze. I didn't want anyone to enter, but I couldn't do anything.

My gaze fell upon a reasonably elderly woman entering the room. I tried shifting my attention to the pillow when I saw her nose wrinkling in disgust. Her blue eyes widened in a slight shock, but she soon regained her composure.

"You reek!" She exclaimed. "I have tried my best to accept that the Moon Goddess chose you as my son's mate, but I will not bear with a Luna who doesn't care about personal hygiene! You are old enough already to be acting that way." Her voice sounded as if she was scolding me, but I didn't find it offensive since what she said was the truth. I still had dried blood on my legs and needed a bath.

But before I could even reply to her, the sound of the guards laughing reverberated through the room. I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment, so I didn't bother to say anything. I quickly swallowed what was left of my pride and dragged myself up. I brushed what was left of my hair using my fingers to make myself look presentable.

"Hurry up and bathe." She instructed in a mother-like voice, which I immediately obliged. "Yes, I am going to do it." I nodded with tears brimming in my eyes. I kept being reminded of my unborn child, which made me sad.

I lost my own child, and here I am, being told I would be a surrogate for a beast.