“Come on, empty that bottle of dish soap over his head and scrub him with that scrubber,” Alpha Patrick demanded.
The slave did as she was told, but when it came to the scrubbing; she tried to be gentle.
“Just give it here,” Alpha Patrick scolded her and grabbed the brush.
Ben flinched at his violent scrubbing but did not dare to cry about it.
Alpha Patrick scrubbed Ben until his skin started to bleed, the soap burning his flesh.
Alpha Patrick took the hosepipe again and rinsed Ben off.
“Go get a towel and go look in the basement for something clean to wear,” Alpha Patrick threw the hosepipe down at Ben’s feet.
“I am sorry,” the female slave said once Alpha Patrick was back in the house.
“Just go and start breakfast,” Ben said in a cold tone and walked her out of the way.
Ben forgot all about his ordeal when he walked into the main house and saw Melina in nothing but her skimpy pink with butterflies on pajamas.
“Good morning,” Ben greeted her like he always does; happy as if he does not have a care in the world.
Melina rolled her eyes and picked her coffee from the table and walked out of the kitchen, irritated because she had to make her own coffee. Some of the other packs' slaves tried, but she rejected the taste every single time.
“I am sorry for not making your coffee on time,” Ben said after her, watching her rear-end as she walked to the living room.
Melina just ignored him and took a seat in the living room, waiting for breakfast.
Melina won’t admit this to anyone but Ben was just the most beautiful thing on two legs she has ever seen but she will never allow herself to feel anything for him because she believed he does not have a wolf and will never risk her own children being born with his parents' traits. She treated Ben badly because she was trying to convince herself that she feels nothing for him, but secretly loved the fact that he stayed loyal to her, no matter what.

Ben rushed to the basement and was happy that he had got to put something clean on for a change. Yes, the scrub down was awful, but he was glad for it. ‘Nothing like being clean,’ Ben thought, even though he knew it won't last long. ‘By the end of the day I will smell worse than a wild dog,’ Ben sighed as he pulled the best pieces of clothing from the hand-me-down bins.
After getting dressed, Ben jumped in and helped make breakfast.
“How are you always so happy? Your life sucks and right now, you are in shackles. How did you even get the clothes on, wearing shackles?” One of the slaves from the other packs asked.
“I improvised,” Ben chuckled, showing them how he carefully tore it at some part and sewed it back up again.
“Jack of all trades, hu,” one slave complimented him.
“Master of absolutely none. Nothing up here,” said Evan, the Alpha’s son, and knocked Ben on his head.
Ben wanted to punch him, but did nothing. ‘If only you knew, asshole,’ Ben thought. Even though Ben was not allowed to go to school, learn or read, he did so secretly when he cleaned the twins’ rooms or the Alpha’s study. Sometimes he would sneak books out and go hide them in the nearby woods with his stash of treasure.
“Nice new jewelry, mud,” Evan teased, grabbing Ben by the chain of the wrist shackles and yanking it.
Ben kept his raging anger suppressed, thinking, ‘guess I might as well get used to this. Better I don’t give him a reason to punch me. No shifting in these babies.’
Ben caught a glimpse from the kitchen to where Melina was sitting, sipping her coffee, thinking, 'at least I get to see her every day.’
Ben hated school days because then Melina and the other kids will go into town to school.
Ben has never been into town, but has come close to it. Sometimes he would shift into his wolf form and run to the edge of the woods and just look at the glittering street lights, wondering how far he will one day have to search to find his parents.
Ben doesn’t remember the distance that he traveled with his father’s pack when he was seven, but all he knows is that it took a few weeks before they settled where they are now.

‘I wonder if I was a vampire if I would have been able to use my vampire speed in these. A vampire could have probably used their strength to break them,’ Ben thought, looking down at his shackles.
Ben knew nothing about vampires, only that sometimes he wished he was one.
The living room started to fill up with hungry Lycans and Ben together with the other slaves from their own packs started to serve their packs, starting with the Alpha’s, Luna’s, their children, Betas, and then the Omegas.
The slaves will then go clean the kitchen and wait for everyone to finish eating. If there were leftovers, they got to eat.
“Aren’t you going to eat, Ben?” One slave girl asked with a mouth full.
“You go ahead. I am not one for breakfast,” Ben lied, ignoring the hunger pain in his belly. He has not eaten since the guest arrived to celebrate the twins' 17th birthday.
Ben decided to leave the kitchen and its tempting smells of food and go clean the bathrooms. As usual, he made sure no one was around and quickly grabbed a shaving blade and soap and shaved his face before starting to clean up.
While Ben was cleaning up Melina’s bathroom, he heard her come into her room.
“I am almost done,” Ben said, walking out of her bathroom, into her bedroom.
Ben dropped the cleaning things in his hands at the sight of Melina’s naked body and gulped.