CHAPTER FOURTY FOUR

Rayne's pov
"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily and immediately, Gilbert's eyes darkened in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me.
"Did you just call me filthy?" Gilbert's voice rang through the packhouse, and immediately I started to regret my brave stance of a few minutes ago. I understood that tone so much. That was the tone he uses whenever he wants to punish me.
"I'm sorr…'' my words were still in my throat when I felt a hard slap hit my face until it stabbed my flesh. And another heavy blow smashed and pain exploded like a bomb of fire all through my brain. I could have sworn, my skin peeled off.
I staggered backward as my vision became blurry with unshed tears. I looked at my executioner, and it was Lucas. Of course, Lucas would never hit me so tenderly. Normally, Gilbert's breath alone sent me flying seven buildings, not to mention his slaps, kicks, and punches….fucking monster!
"Get out of this place, loser," Gilbert barked with his fist clenched and the veins in his neck popping out, he points to the exit. I walked silently towards the house exit, which was already crowded with people. I clutched the basket on my arm to my chest, head buried down to avert the condescending gaze of the other werewolves and to hide my tears from them. I didn't want to cry, but I guess my heart was way too soft. And for the umpteenth time since the demise of my parents, I missed them so fucking much.
I refused to turn over when I felt the footsteps of someone approaching me. I increased my walking pace, silently praying that whoever it was doesn't catch up with me. I might not be able to take more of their crap.
Thump, Thump, Thump!.
I walked faster and faster but felt my face hit the ground as someone from before me put a leg, and I stumbled mercilessly on the floor.
Everyone in the hall was laughing. Not even a single soul bothered to raise me from the ground. My knees were wounded again. Just great!
"Jenny," I mumbled, seeing the source of my fall. I stood staggering — trying to regain my balance
She and her caked face puppets already surrounded me.
They were all over her, Megan, Mira, and Maya, the pack's triplet.
"What... What do you want?" I stammered fearfully as I tried to stand up but get pulled down again by one of Jenny's crew members, who had poured me fruit punch juice just about three days ago.
"Oh," she smirked. "You mean what I want? Well, it's for you to disappear. Die or just get lost. I don't care. I just don't want to see you ever again." She laughed out loud, folding her arms as the cheers from the other pack members filled the air.
"Yes, you are too much of a tragedy, and we don't want you infecting our pack with your bad luck charm. Scram!" Megan added with her ridiculously high-pitched voice.
"Leave me alone, Jenny." At first, it came
as a command, then sniffles followed through, and then hiccups "Why won't you all let me be?" I whimpered miserably, my voice cracking at the edge while staring at all of them sadly.
The tears threaten to fall, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They can feast on my sniffs and hiccups.
"There are many reasons I won't leave you be, darling." Jenny chuckled, squatting down to reach me on the ground. She traced her finger around my face and then pulled my hair. I wanted to bite her fingers off, but that would mean the end of my miserable life, and as bad as it is, I didn't want to die yet. There are way too many things I still have to do. Jenny Julien isn't someone to be messed with. She is the only child of the pack's second richest Billionaire, and if things go according to hers and her parents' plan, she is Gilbert's wife-to-be.
"Just let me be." I pleaded again. Although I knew my pleas were just being laid on deaf ears, Jenny Jullien could feel anything but pity and remorse.
She stared at me with anger and hate written all over her face. She seemed disgusted by my mere sight. "You never learn, do you?." She whispered.
"You are fat and ugly, and nobody wants you. It would have been much better if you were never born! It would have been better if you were as decent as a church rat, but no, you are not. You are definitely the most miserable thing to walk upon the earth's surface. You don't deserve to live at all. And until you are kept six feet under the ground, I won't leave you be!." She spat coldly and stomped her feet on the ground with the same intensity as she had spoken.
I could feel every one of her words pierce my heart until the tiniest bit fell on the ground, and Jenny stepped on it with her horse heels and that too, without remorse.
At that same instant, the remainder of Jenny's entourage, holding me to the ground, started throwing raw eggs, rotten tomatoes, and spoiled food at me. They were cursing and laughing at me, but I couldn't do anything about it. Being thrown raw eggs is better than being cut with a knife. I didn't fight back or give a retort. Not because I was so feeble but because the last time I ate was three days ago. If I could get enough of the toast and sausage being thrown at me caught up in the clothes and basket, I'll have enough to eat for the entire week or two. I'm not sure but we'll see.
I flushed my hand through my face trying to clear my vision from the broken egg poured on me, when suddenly a bowl of white flour also came raining down on me. The more I sobbed, the more the laughter increased and the more they threw toast…
Behold my lunch and dinner. It was a win-win regardless!. I stood up after subtly gathering enough toast and sausage. I got to my room in the slave quarters and counted them. I had a total of twelve pieces of toast, ten sausages, four slices of pizza, and about eight small loaves of bread.
Holla! Lunch and dinner had been granted. I did a little dance as I shove a slice of pizza in my mouth and munched with grace. A knock on my door distorted my me-time and I went to check on the person.
"Mi Lady. Jenny sent for you," a familiar voice said when I opened the door. The bright afternoon sun shone intensely on my face that I had to squint to see appropriately. And yes, I brought you some fruit. The farm's harvest was today and I saved you some baskets.
Oh, my love Jamil.
"Thank you so much Jam," I said, burying my head in the crook of his neck."Do you know why? I'm supposed to be off today." I asked pulling away. I was thankful that Jamil had dropped where to find him some days because honestly, I would have died of loneliness after Ruby traveled with Edward.
"I honestly don't. Maybe she has some errands for you" Jamil said, and l slurred
"And be accused of stealing again. Please, I don't want to be disgraced in an open space. I hope it's an errand within the confines of the packhouse," I lamented and put on a sour expression.
"I hope so too. Don't worry, sweet cheeks. It's all going to be fine someday," Jamil cooed, using his index finger to faintly brush the side of my face.
I leaned into his touch for a while before I eventually pulled away."I hope so. Let me get my shawl. I'll be back shortly."
"I'll be waiting," I heard Jamil announce as I dashed back into my apartment.
I got back and together we strolled to the packhouse before Jamil returned back to his base, after promising to check on me later. I got inside the packhouse and humped onto the staircase and began my two-minute walk to Jenny's room and thankfully, her door was opened.
Fucking hell, I almost screamed my lungs out when I took in the scene before me, but something covers my shout from coming out.
There she was, Jenny with her tongue down Luca's throat, and vice versa. Her hands were on his dick as she tried to pull him towards her, but he snatched her hands away, bonded them, and pulled them up above her head.
I couldn't believe Lucas fucks Jenny right under Gilbert's nose. From their conversation I listened to days ago, I knew something was up with them but never for once did I imagine them doing it in the park house. What happened to their houses? Even for someone as wicked and clueless as them, it was a top-tier low.
A sullen feeling settled in my throat, and I quickly swallowed to push it away. I had no right to feel this way. I should be happy that I finally have something to hold against Lucas and Jenny, the chief executioners of my plight.
Without letting them see me, I tiptoed out of the area and began to go back to my quarters but something made me stop when I got to Gilbert's pack room. It was like a force was compelling me, no matter how hard I willed myself not to, my legs wouldn't have it the other way.
After repeatedly knocking on Gilbert's door without any response from his end, I walked into his bedroom and saw him stirring on his bed restlessly with streaks of sweat breaking out from everywhere on his body.
"Fuck! Gilbert...What is wrong with you?" I asked as though he could hear me.
I placed my palm on his forehead, and he was burning up. Without further ado, I sprinted to his bathroom and returned with a water bowl and a clean white towel. For this instance, I forgot about the many awful things he has done to me. He looked so fragile and sick.
I dipped the towel into the water bowl and massaged him with it. A soft, satisfying moan left his mouth, and when I checked again, his body temperature was almost back to normal, and his eyes were w now open.
"Rayne?" His voice squeaked as he eyed me suspiciously. He looked across his room as though checking if his possession was intact. An embarrassing snort left my mouth and I stood up to leave.
"Don't worry, I didn't take anything, safe for this bowl and towel. I'll return them to the bathroom and head back. I'm sorry for the trouble" my heart panged with pain. I was such a fool. I bit on my lower lip to prevent my cries from coming out. After returning the supplies from where I took them, I made to leave but a warm hand on mine made me stop. Slowly, I felt Gilbert's hand crawl up my waist, before he planted his cheek on my lower back, hugging me from my behind.
"God, I've missed your smell. I've missed you" Gilbert muffled into my skin and because I was a sucker for pleasure, I found myself leaning into him. Before I knew what was happening, Gilbert had turned me over and we were having a really heated make-out session. But suddenly, the event of a few days ago appeared in my mind and I pushed him off. He looked at me confused by my sudden change of mind.
"I'm sorry, your Highness but I can't" I rasped before disappearing out of his sight before he asked me to.