Chapter 2

Milo's POV

I must have dozed off somewhere along the way.

The exhaustion, the constant fear and suspense of what awaits me. It had finally dragged me under a restless sleep. But my moment of escape was ripped away by the sharp snap of a harsh commanding voice.

"Get up."

The hard voice jolted awake, with heart pounding hard against my ribs, I tried to process my new surroundings.

In a blink of an eye, the fierce man, the one who had dragged me out of my home, was standing by the car door, his sharp gaze pinned on me like a predator eyeing weak prey.

I swallowed hard. my throat going dry.

I had not seen when he moved. One time, he was sitting at the driver's side ,the next, he was opening the door and breathing down on me like a raging beast.

Stepping out of the car, I felt my jaws drop in awe at the magnificent view before me.

The car was parked in front of a massive mansion that was built like a fortress. It's dark stone walls seemed to glow under the moonlight. 

Armed guards dressed in dark black uniform flanked the entrance, like trained puppets. their eyes following my every move with a predator gaze that sent chills down my spine.

It was nothing like how my pack was. The suffocating smell of wealth could be perceived just by inhaling the air, but there was something mixed in between, it was like chains that wrapped upon everybody who ever stepped foot here.

I suddenly wanted to turn round and bolt to the surrounding forest that loomed around the mafian pack.

I realised in shock that I wasn't just coming as a pet.

I was a spectacle.

An animalistic growl snapped me out of my thought, and before I could react, a hand shoved me forward. The sudden movement sent me stumbling forward unceremoniously.

I barely had time to steady myself before his thunderous voice came from the fierce man.

"Move, before I make you!"

I forced my feet to obey, carrying the heavy dress with my hands to prevent it from tangling around my legs as I struggled to keep up with his long strides.

As we went deeper, the air became even more saturated with the scent of blood.

My stomach twisted. 

I wanted to hide my face in shame, to run away from the thousands of pairs of eyes that continued to follow me like I was done sort of a valuable property for their leader.

I went through the different etiquette peculiar to ladies that our household Nancy had taught me with the little time I had. 

 There was no turning back now, I said, staring at the looming door blocking my vision.

The door was swung open, an even more grand and luxurious hall was just in front of me. The hall was bathed in a golden refreshing light despite the gloomy and dark outside. Beautiful chandeliers hung round the ceiling. and the walls lined with paintings of beasts and monsters that looked so alive I cringe just from mere staring at it.

But that was not all.

I looked up to the throne area.

I froze.

To call him a god was doing injustice to the otherworldly figure that was seated on the lush diamond decorated throne. He looked like he had just come out of a sinful stripper's wet dream. 

He towered over me like a mountain. Over 6,2 tall and dark skinned, and a frightening tattoo hat started from his neck and ran down only to disappear under his golden robes.

He looked every inch like a king.

"Kneel"

My daydream was shattered by the now familiar harsh voice. I instinctively kneeled without wasting any time.

"I am so...sorry" I stammered while not daring to look up. I silently berated myself at my foolishness. 

I couldn't believe that I was actually checking out a murderer. And the worst of it was that he was a man.

I am straight, or so I think because I hardly know what to do with a naked girl. It's not like I ever had the chance to date even the lowest girls in my pack.

A low growl made me look up, only to see an enraged face covering my vision. 

"I asked you a question?" he scowled at me, who was already shivering under his aura.

"I...i"

Twack! 

A painful sting spread across my cheeks as the force of the slap sent me sprawling on the hard floor.

Hot tears stung my eyes as I faintly saw the silhouette of the beast of a man trudging towards me in a measured step.

"Rule number one: Don't make me repeat myself." He pointed out, raising my teary face up.

I forced myself to nod, but that only brought another hard sting to my other cheek.

"Rule number two: when I am talking to you... it's yes master" 

"Y...Yes master" I said amidst deep sobbing.

"And the third..." 

He made to continue, but a loud alarm immediately sounded. Plunging the merry guards who were enjoying the show into fits of hurried actions.

Before anyone could react, a messenger ran in " We are under attack at the borders."

Silence followed the messenger's call. Everybody unconsciously looked towards the mafia king, who was clearly unbothered by the attack. He was still holding my face in a hard grip as he was deciding which way would be better to strangle me to death.

Without warning, he released me, and I toppled to the ground, immediately curling myself over as I tried to bear the pain and humiliation.

But the mafia king didn't as much as spare me a glance. He was busy giving commands to his men who were already on the move.

By the time he was done, only him and the man that had come to take me, who is suspected was his right hand man, was only remaining in the now empty hall.

"Kneel" he commanded, 

And like a bullet, I shot to my knees while keeping my face down submissively. Just like how a pet would do.

"I see you are a quick learner" he said, bending down to my level. 

"Look at me" he growled, I flinched at his raised hands, but it didn't go to my cheek this time, rather he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back in a painful way.

"From now on, you are my pet. You will answer only me, and if you want to keep your little pathetic life, you do as I say else..." he trailed off.

A bone-chilling fear came over me. My body was unconsciously shaking despite my mental screams not to. 

"Y...Yes master" I blurted out instinctively, biting my lips, but it was already too late.

"Good, that's the reaction I expect to see" he smiled, as if he was enjoying my little suffering.

"I will leave now to welcome some stupid imbecile that thought it wise to make noise in my territory" he clenched his fist in anger, unknowingly pulling my hair further back.

"If you want to keep your life, I want to see you naked, with your ass raised up, waiting for me like a little Dog you are..."

"Yes master" I said, trying as hard as possible not to make noise from the blinding pain coming from my scalp.

He released me before walking out with his right-hand man, who has been silently watching the whole drama.

I scampered to get up, "mast..." I tried calling him, but the sound of the loud doors closing vibrated through my already tired bones.

My eyes widened in fear, my heart was pounding in fear, and adrenaline.

What was I supposed to do?

Where was I going to go from here?

The king had only left a command to me without any information.

Was this Part of his twisted games?

I managed to stand up, cleaning my tears as I looked around. 

I needed to find my way out. 

If I wanted to keep my life in his hellhole, the first thing was to never disobey his commands.

first-hand teaching, I learned the hard way.

Chapter 3

Milo pov

If the grand hall was massive, then stepping outside, it was like stepping into a long, confusing maze.

I had not had the luxury to admire when I was being brought in, not ehent he fierce man was breathing down my neck.

Long winding corridors intercepted and branched like a labyrinth. I was breathing hard from the adrenaline, still pumping into my sister.

I didn't know which sort of twisted game this was, but one thing was clear. 

I didn't want to play such a game. Not when the pack was being attacked, and my life was literally in danger.

What if an enemy sees me here? All alone and helpless.

I sucked in a deep breath, then prayed to the same goddess that was jobless enough to try something funny, deeming it wise to create me into what I am.

I chose a path.

I walked and walked. 

But after long hours of crossing many familiar doors that I had come across before, I finally gave up, leaning against polished walls.

I was officially screwed.

The few people I saw on my way were servants who were too scared to even look me in the eyes, talkmore of point directions out to me. 

There was no other person apart from the servant in this massive building. 

I could barely imagine my father's enraged face when the news of my death reached them hours before I left home. 

A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.

What if the Mafian King realized I wasn't her?

What if, after all this, they still came for my sister?

Would my sacrifice mean nothing?

My sister was seriously ill. It had suddenly happened just when the news of the mafian king came to us. My sister was crushed, and she had a great future. She was already the strongest warrior in my pack and had many untapped potential. 

But then i...I was just trash, a waste of space , a disgrace. I had agreed to her request. I couldn't let her be taken as a lowly pet. 

I volunteer to go to her place.

The only thing I could do right for once in my life. I couldn't do it well. 

I buried my face in my hands, the words of the mafia king looming over me, like a knife hanging above my neck.

"Who is this good for nothing fool blocking the way"

A harsh voice jerked me awake.

I looked up

And froze

She was not just beautiful, 

Noo... she was gorgeous...and her presence filled the air.

She was easily 6,0 tall with an elegance that could not be matched. Everything about her seemed perfect, except for the frown that coloured her face. And behind her were a group of her entourage that was following her.

From her dressing, I could already picture that she was a person with a high-ranking position.

But as soon my face lit up in admiration, it fell immediately, I realised how too early I had judged. A deep disgust settled deep into my stomach. Her beauty was a mask. 

"I...I am sorry" I said, trying to move

Twack

A hard slap came out of nowhere, resounded through the corridors. A sharp sting spread across my already tender cheeks.

"Do you know who you are talking to, lowly slave" her voice filled with disdain. 

My first reaction was shock, but as the realisation that I had just been slapped settled in. A deep, dark anger I have not felt since I was born began boiling in my chest, like a beast that was struggling to be let out.

What was with everybody treating me like trash?  

I had endured enough humiliation all through my life, disgrace worse than anything you could think of.

But I was not having it again. 

I don't know if it was the adrenaline still in my system or the thought that I was already dead. I clenched my hands. I suddenly had this urge to rant out. 

My mouth moved before my brain could...

"Bitch"

Everywhere was plunged into Silence following my outburst. 

A collective gasp rippled through the corridor. Servants stumbled back, their wide-eyed staring at me like I had just signed my death wish. Maybe I just did.

A sense of dread came over me, as I realised what I had said a little too late.

But what's done is done.

"Did you just insult me..." the beautiful lady's face twisted into something ugly. 

I was totally screwed now.

But before the evil bitch would pounce, a voice cut through the tension, stopping her at the right time.

"Enough, lady Catherine" 

A new presence entered the hallway.

I turned immediately, my face filled with gratitude.

A middle aged woman who looked like she was in her late forties stood, glaring at the beautiful lady. 

But to my disappointment, she was wearing the trademark clothes that only servants usually wear, but the way she carried herself, controlled, composed, commanding, made it clear she was not just any servant, or she was just someone like me who was actually looking for death.

Lady Catherine scoffed looking at the pretty calm woman in disdain, "what are you even doing here," folding her arm. "Last I checked, you were nothing more than a mere housekeeper."

Series of laughter came from her people behind her.

The older woman. Whose name is Delphine smiled. A small, knowing smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"And yet, it is I who gives orders here."

Catherine's face twisted with barely contained rage. "You wouldn't dare interfere in how I treat a wretched mutt, who doesn't know her place.

I flinched at her words.

What she said was true, the older woman doesn't have the right to interfere even if she wanted to. After all, I am just a lowly pet.

I dare, Catherine." the middle-aged lady said, voice soft but eyes becoming sharp. "That's what you do best, Caroline, bully the defenseless."

Catherine nostrils flared.

The tension between them was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. For a moment both women were locked in a hateful stare.

I didn't understand what was happening, but one thing was clear, the middle aged woman wasn't afraid of her.

Catherine clenched her fists, seething. But to my surprise she didn't say nor argue with the woman again, Instead, she turned on her heel, storming off with her entourage trailing behind her.

I released the breath I didn't know was holding.

Only when she was gone a distance, did the middle aged woman turn to me.

"Come."

She didn't wait for me to respond, grabbing my wrist and she pulled me with her, down the corridor.

I stumbled after her, my mind still spinning.

We cornered numerous corridors and passages, before her grip loosened slightly, and she spoke in a low, firm voice.

"I've been looking for you."

I frowned. Yeah yeah, as hell you have been looking for me.

Her lips pressed into a tight line. "You shouldn't be wandering. Your place has already been assigned."

"Assigned?" My stomach churned. "What do you mean?"

She didn't answer me.

Before I knew it, we stopped in front of a large, looming door, and when she pushed it open, my breath hitched.

The room was massive, and grand. And Just like the hall, it was easily the most beautiful room I had ever laid my eyes on. And what more, there was a king sized bed at the center.

My eyes widened, Everything about the room screamed power and money.

But before I could jump up in joy, I had to know one thing...

"Whose room is this?" I asked cautiously.

The middle aged woman turned to me, her expression with a small smile.plastered on her face.

"The Master's..."

My smile fell. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

But before my brain could process what she had just said, she pushed me inside. "Your bath is ready. I will return shortly for your clothes." She said hurriedly before leaving me standing alone inside the grand room, with a confused expression.

What was with the people here and explaining things?

After standing there in shock for a while, I decided to slowly explore the room. It was so big and neatly arranged to perfection, that I found myself gasping like a girl that was shown candy.

I was still amazed by the grandeur of the room, when I saw it

And my breath caught in my throat, as I stared wide-eyed in horror at the dark corner of the lavish room. one thing stood out like a cruel joke.

Different torture tools and appliances were neatly hanging at a closed quarter of the room. It was hidden so well, from public eyes.

I gasped, deep fear settling at the bottom of my stomach. I stumbled backward unconsciously. 

What have I gotten myself into?

Something hitted the back of my leg, 

A cage.

I gasped for the second time, my hands flying to my mouth as if to stop the scream that wanted to tear itself from my mouth.

It was big enough for a small child.

But that was not the worst part...

A tag was hanging around the cage, and a name was written on it.

My body suddenly went cold.

"Millen"

Chapter 4

Milo's pov

I stopped breathing, no, my breathing stopped entirely for a second. 

I trembled in fear as I continued to stare at the tag on the cage with the name on it...

Millen!.

My name. That was the fake identity I was bearing. My sister's name, but that didn't make it any less scary. Instead I felt feeling if dread pass through me.

The cage was for me, meant and built specially for the pet.

Noo, this was not happening. I kept on repeating while moving stepping back.

 My fingers were trembling so badly but that was the least of my concerns.

This was a nightmare. A sick, twisted joke.

I knew what this meant... I had heard the stories.

The Mafian King, A man that can put terror on anyone just from his mere presence. He was a ruthless man who ruled with an iron hand. And not just that, the terrible way he treats his numerouse concubines like a plaything is nothing to write home about.  

I remember a particular story of his fellow rival mafia who refused to obey him.

The mafia lord had gone and conquered his domain. He killed the man and took his wife as his plaything. As the story goes, the woman later took her own life when she could not take the abuse and torturing she was undergoing in his hands.

I had thought them to be fairy tales and midnight jokes that the elders would say to scare us, but seeing this with my own eyes

The so-called rumors I had laughed at once were coming to reality. 

staring at the cage meant for me, I realized something cold and horrifying.

I can't do this!

I had to get out. And run, before it becomes late.

My heart pounded violently as I made up my mind. Damn the rules or whatever sick gamble my father had gotten himself into.

I wouldn't stay here for even a minute more.

I turned back with force, my body screaming at me to move fast, as my mind was already made up to escape this hell hole.

But then...

I collided into something hard.

A body. 

A strangled gasp left my lips, before I crashed down hard on my butt.

"Where are you going pet"

I froze.

my entire body turned cold. I felt the anger and rage inside the voice. It was coming off him in waves.

 My body went rigid with unimaginable fear. I had been caught. I didn't need anybody to tell me what my fate would be. 

I suddenly felt the urge to cry, as hot tears welled up in my eyes.

The Mafian King.

He stood there, easily towering over me like a tree. His dark eyes that was filled with depth I couldn't fathom locked onto me like a predator who had just found its prey.

I swallowed hard, my mind screaming at me to move, to speak, to do anything but noo...I stared like a fool.

Then, i remembered.

His commands just a few hours ago...

I was supposed to be naked.

It seems like the same time It occurred to me was the same time he noticed, as a low angry growl tore through his throat.

I had disobeyed him for the third time since I came here.

I had spent the entire day lost and helpless in the long corridors, playing his game. Then came the drama of meeting with the bitch in the corridor.

I had totally forgotten about his commands.

His gaze flickered over me, like he wanted to pounce on a prey.

I scurried back.

A mistake.

In a blink of the eyes, , he appeared in front of me. 

A gloved hand held my throat, as I found myself being lifted up into the air, like I weighed nothing.

I let out a strangled gasp, my hands shooting up to grab his well built arms, but no matter how much I tried to push him to let go, it was like trying to move steel.

"You still seem to be confused about your pathetic place in this pack, pet." He growled, his voice smooth, but filled with a barely restrained wrath.

I trembled like a chicken in a slaughterhouse. I felt His grip becoming tighter on me, more painful.

"You thought you could wander around my castle like a lost pet? That you could defy the rules of my household?"

My eyes widened even wilder. How did he...?

His grip tightened. My lungs burned. Panic clawed up my throat.

"You need to be punished."

"No...noo"

I tried to shake my head, to say anything that would prevent him from punishing me, but his tight grip on my neck prevented me from saying anything, hot tears stung my eyes.

I felt my windpipe being crushed slowly.

I was choking. I couldn't get enough air into my lungs.

His dark eyes drank me in, basking in my pain like it was some sort of a nourishment to him.

When I couldn't take it anymore, without warning, he released me. I landed on the bare floor with a thud.

I barely had time to gasp for air, before I felt unimaginable pain explode from my back. was slammed against the wall, the impact of being slammed at the wall, sent a sharp jolt through my spine. My vision exploded with stars.

"Disobedient little things like you need to be reminded of their place," he said, his tone almost amused, almost gentle, but the light in his eyes said a different thing.

His fingers curled into my dress, gripping the thin fabric tightly 

Panic screamed through me.

No.

I could already imagine what he wanted to do.

If he tore it, if he stripped me down to my naked self, 

He would know that I am not my sister. He would know that I am a man.

My identity would be exposed before I could last a day.

I thrashed under his grip, this time Desperate and with renewed vigour. But it was all in vain. His iron grip was still clutched my dress in one hand while he tried to cage me in the other.

"Struggling will only make it worse, pet," he warned.

"Please don't..."

My stomach twisted violently.

I was doomed.

Any second now, he would realize that I am nothing but a fraud... an impostor...

"Master."

The voice cut through the air like a blade.

The Mafian King froze, 

His fingers, still gripping my dress, froze just before they could expose me to the whole world.

Over his shoulder, I saw him.

The right-hand man.

Dressed in black, his face unreadable, his presence like a wall of ice against the heat of the moment.

"An emergency arised," he said, his tone cool, composed.

Silence stretched.

I felt the tension in the Mafian King's body, the way his fingers flexed against my skin, his grip on my hands turned painful as if he was battling within himself.

Then, without another word, he let me go.

My legs gave out beneath me, I collapsed like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

I tried to catch my breath, clutching my now ragged dress tightly against my chest to hide every bit of exposed skin.

The Mafian King didn't bother looking at me.

"We're not finished," he murmured as he passed me.

Then he disappeared together with his right hand man.

The door closed with a hard bang.

I lay there.

Trembling. Shaking from the near death encounter I just had.

The room was silent except for the sound of my ragged breathing, my body too weak to move, my mind too numb to process what had just happened.

All I could think about was that it was a close call.

After a long time had passed, I jerked up remembering his last words.

I rubbed my tender neck. I was sure it would leave an imprint. 

I need to strip before he comes in again. The last time we were interrupted, I couldn't bear to think of what would happen next if he should come back, and I didn't do as he said.

Without wasting time, I stripped from the once beautiful dress, being only the pink lingerie I was made to wear. 

My face burned in shame, at my naked reflection. I was still wallowing in my shame when I heard Soft footsteps.

I turned, expecting to see the mafia king, but I saw a familiar shadow at the doorway.

I dived for any nearest clothes, anything at all to cover my exposed body but it was too late.

I froze mid air, too shocked to move, as the person at the door was not the mafia king, it was the same proud bitch I had met in the hallway...

Catherine!!

AND SHE HAS SEEN ME NAKED.