"I… my goodness. I… I love this. I love this so much. You… you are the best. The best I've ever had. Y-yes!"
"Yeah? Are you sure about that?"
"You're the best. Really! You're the fucking best!"
Aurelia ignored the muffled moans of a maid and a warrior in the yard as she wandered aimlessly.
Ever since Gretchen reminded her she was still within the grasp of that madman, she knew she had to come up with another plan besides attracting the attention of a pack warrior.
She already did her very best to blend in, even making up an identity and identifying as a drunkard with low self-esteem, yet no one seemed to take interest in her.
But it didn't really surprise her. The men not taking interest in a maid who always had her face lowered was understandable.
She would be creeped out too if she met anyone who constantly had their face lowered to the ground, their long and bushy hair hiding what could be their side profile.
After walking for a while, she halted when she found somewhere with a clear view of the walls.
Lifting her eyes to survey them properly, she gulped down nervously.
The walls… they were really high. Too high.
And not only were they high, they were also the second most protected place after the madman's quarters.
Peering into the darkness, she slowed her breathing until she was holding her breath completely, straining her eyes and ears to see something. Anything.
They blended so well with the night that she couldn't make them out, but she could feel their frightening presence deep in her bones.
If she remembered correctly, Damien called them Shadows. The madman's Shadows.
According to him, they stuck closer than his own shadow.
As a strategist who successfully conquered dozens of packs in the past, the madman knew more than anyone, a wall, no matter how high, was always penetrable.
Hence why he had some of his Shadows lurking around the walls…
Aurelia's trail of thought abruptly ended when a course hand suddenly gripped and spurned her around.
"Here you are. I've been looking all over for you."
A deep frown settled on her face as the warrior's breath, reeking of alcohol, fell on her face.
His dark eyes glistened wickedly under the moonlight, both his hands wandering across her body.
Aurelia watched him calmly, eyes surveying the darkness for someone else.
Unsurprisingly, maids weren't trained in combat and those who were, weren't trained enough to throw off a grown male.
To be exact, no maid in the residence could fight off a pack warrior.
But Damien had taught her enough and so far, she knew very well how to use one's weight against them.
She confirmed there was no one else coming in their direction before grabbing the hand creeping toward her chest.
The warrior was instantly taken aback by the sudden show of strength and tried to use his other hand, but she gripped it too.
She shifted her weight, bent slightly, and was about to toss him over her shoulder, but paused when she heard someone appluading.
"Ha! I see you've found her already. Pay no attention to me. I'm just here as a witness that you didn't get creeped out halfway."
Aurelia tried to whip her head toward the direction of the voice, but the warrior gripped her tightly by the jaw.
The next second, his eyes fell in disappointment.
Of course, his mind was playing tricks on him. This maid was not only creepy, she was frail and weak.
Not only did she have no wolf, she also had no strength in her arms.
She couldn't even escape his grasp, trying to throw him over her shoulder was simply an absurd imagination.
"What? It's too early to be creeped out, Logan." Realizing his colleague had stopped moving, the other warrior laughed mockingly,
Grazing Aurelia's lips with his thumb, Logan chuckled sinisterly.
"I told you, I'm not giving anyone 100 coins. And because of that, I don't care if I have to breed this creepy thing."
The second warrior laughed throatily again, but this time Aurelia narrowed her eyes in surprise.
What, breed?
100 coins?
These sick bastards… no way they really made a bet on her!
If that was the case, fighting back and making a run for it was her only option. But fighting back two pack warrior?
That was physically impossible for her.
Hence…
"I already completed all my chores for the day and I'm tired. Please don't make me do any more work." She begged, surprisingly bursting into tears.
Seeing this, Logan was even more convinced he had imagined her resistance earlier.
His cheeks stretched into a wicked grin as he reached out to hold her small face with both hands.
"Look at that frail voice. Creep, you're going to win me 100 coins."
"What?" Aurelia sniffled, eyes frantically darting around the yard for a rescuer.
Someone, anyone, please pass by.
For the first time ever, she genuinely prayed for the madman she loathed so much to walk by.
He had marked her earlier. Surely, it wouldn't sit well with him if he found someone he set his sight on being groped by one of his men, right?
She didn't have time to think of a possible answer as she quickly turned away, avoiding a kiss from the man in front of her.
"Wh-what are you doing? Please stop. I'm not comfortable with this."
However, he simply ignored her and tried again.
Behind them, the other warrior continued mocking, "Poor Logan. Even Creep doesn't want you."
Feeling challenged, Logan's grip on her substantially tightened and he pinned her against a wall, his lips forcefully planting kisses on her neck.
"Shut up and I'll make you feel good about yourself! You should thank the moon goddess for sending a man like me your way!"
"I don't want this. Stop. I want you to stop. Please stop!" She shuddered in fear when he wouldn't budge as she tried to push him away.
She prayed harder, eyes jerking around more frantically than ever.
He gripped her tightly by the neck, keeping her in place while his free hand tore apart her maid uniform.
"I suggest you use your mouth for better things like moaning my name when I take you right here."
She gulped down helplessly, the corners of her eyes stinging with tears.
She had just given up hope of being rescued when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure elegantly strolling into the yard.
Tears blurred her vision as she choked out a desperate plea, "M-my lord, please… help me!"