Alpha’s Slave Luna
Chapter 6

Otis's

POV

Why does Conrad make me watch all that perverted stuff? Why is he doing this to me? What the hell was he thinking?

The bloody scenes echoed in my mind over and over again. Those bloody scraps of flesh and white bones all over the floor, those slaves who were facing death and screaming in terror, and one severed head.

These bloody images made my memories, which had been blurred a lot eight years ago, become clear again. These lingering memories kept flashing in my mind, making my sleep poor. I feel that my head was dizzy. I can not get out of this state in any way. It was so unbearable.

I had countless nightmares in my half-asleep state. I went back to the memories of eight years ago countless times. Looking at my parents' miserable state, I was like an innocent soul who had fallen into hell and was struggling in pain until the first rays of the morning woke me up.

I felt my body become weak, my mental state became bad, and the pain in my head almost made me unable to stand.

But now was not the time to focus on that.

I was now Conrad's maid, and I wanted his approval. I want to be recognized and accepted by him, and I want to take revenge on Grey Pack. I must persevere for this purpose!

I simply freshened up and went to the kitchen, shoving a loaf of bread into my mouth and eating it. Then I took a cup of coffee and went to Conrad's place.

When I opened the door and entered, Conrad was sitting on the couch. He looked over at me, and when he saw my face, the disgust in his eyes could be seen clearly.

I didn't dare to say much, just quietly lowered my head and put the coffee on his dining table.

Conrad picked up the coffee and took a sip, then suddenly he turned pale and said sternly to me. "You forgot to put sugar in the coffee? Don't you remember that I have to add sugar to my coffee? You... What's with the dark circles under your eyes? Didn't you sleep well?"

I was confused for a moment, and that's when I remembered that I had forgotten to put sugar in it due to my confused brain.

"Sorry, Alpha, I forgot..." I explained to him.

"Get the hell out of here!"

He didn't finish listening to my explanation. The disgusted voice made my heart hit rock bottom, and his icy stare almost made me feel like my whole body was frozen. Perhaps because of the pain, I became very sensitive, and I felt gloomy over Conrad's attitude.

Why did he treat me like this? If someone else had treated me like this, I could have endured it... But this man, I don't know why I paid attention to his every move. I care about what he thinks and how he treats me. I feel lost and sad for the reproach he gives me. It was as if these emotions were aggravated a million times in him, far more strongly than in others.

Those memories of the past kept tormenting me. There was no way I could control myself from thinking about it, it was too hard for me.

I slowly exited Conrad's room, tears blurring my vision and grief almost overwhelming me.

I took one step towards my room and collapsed on my bed, falling into an uncontrollable slumber.

For days on end, I was in this state. My brain never eased as if something kept stirring my brain's nerves. The images from the past burrowed into my mind like a nightmare, as well as Conrad's disgusting words, which also stuck to my heart like pinpricks. I felt like I couldn't hold on anymore.

On the morning of the fifth day of the Blue-moon Pack, I woke up and the fainting spell suddenly intensified several times. I touched my head and realized my forehead was burning.

I had a fever.

My mental state became worse, and the spikes that stirred my nerves seemed to get a million times stronger. I wanted to rest, but all I had to do was think of Conrad's disgusted eyes, and I could only keep it inside.

I went to Conrad's room and stood aside after putting away his breakfast.

I didn't dare to get too close to Conrad, I didn't want him to replace out how vulnerable I was. But as Conrad sat in his chair eating his breakfast, the dizziness in my head suddenly took over all my thoughts. No! What's happening to me?

I tried to control my body, but I found that I did not have the strength to do so.

My eyes suddenly turned to darkness.

I lost consciousness.

Conrad's POV

For several days in a row, that cowardly and wasteful woman was in a very bad state. I could see visible dark circles under her face, and she seemed to be lethargic all the time, without the slightest bit of energy to work. She has been in this state since that day, often staying away from me, as if she was frightened.

I felt very fed up with this state of hers. What I hate most is waste! But now I have a loser staying by my side every day!

She's too cowardly! Any slave in Blue-moon Pack has more courage than her! She has failed me completely in my attempt to make her strong!

As time-shifted, by the morning of the fifth day, this cowardly creature moved farther away from me.

What was she doing? Resisting me? Did she think I was cruel? How could she do this?

I was so angry that I didn't want to look at her or pay attention to her at all, but then I suddenly heard a sound from behind me, like something falling on the ground.

By the time I turned my head I found Otis had fainted on the floor.

What's going on? Why did she suddenly faint?

I walked over and picked her up.

This was the first time I had been so close to this cowardly and impotent woman.

Her arms were soft to the touch, and I could vaguely smell the charming scent of her body.

It turns out that after cleaning up, her body will also have such a charming fragrance.

I had some bad associations because of these soft touches and charming scents, but I quickly came to my senses.

She was just a pretty antique vase, a wimpy piece of crap.

I looked at Otis' face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her brow was furrowed as if she was enduring pain.

What was wrong with her?

I quickly carried her back to her room, then touched her forehead, and a burning heat passed through my fingertips.

She had a fever!

So her mental state has been getting worse lately because of the fever?

I felt angry.

"Are you an i***t? Why don't you go rest when you're sick!" I couldn't help but curse and went out the door to call Wynna, "Wynna, go call the doctor, Otis is sick."

After instructing Wynna, I took a towel, put it on her forehead and covered her with a blanket.

She was so fragile, I just scared her and she got sick. I really can't imagine anyone in this place in worse health conditions than her.

It wasn't long before the doctor arrived. He took a good look at Otis' condition and wrote down a prescription for treatment, "She just has a common fever. Have some rest and someone should take care of her a little. She'll be fine in a few days." My heart relaxed, and then my brow furrowed as I quickly realized the change in my attitude toward Otis.

What the hell was I worried about? She was just a wimpy piece of crap!

I couldn't help but feel a pang of distraction.

After confirming that Otis was okay, the doctor left. I picked up a glass of warm water and used one hand to support Otis' back.

She was so useless to get sick from all this.

I wanted to look at her in disgust, but just looking at her with her eyes closed and gasping for air, I couldn't help but ease up on my movements.

Conrad, your attitude towards Otis is starting to change! That's right! Otis is your mate, she doesn't deserve to be treated that way by you!

I listened to Carl's ranting in my mind and began to feel irritated and annoyed again.

No! How could I possibly feel sorry for such a weak woman? I never pity the weak, there is no place for the weak in this cruel world.

I gave Otis a disgusted look as I said this.

I just thought that her being sick and unable to perform her job as a maid would make things troublesome

You're just defending yourself!

Shut up!

I sternly retorted Carl, then put the medicine in Otis' mouth and fed her some water.

"I heard Otis fainted?"

A voice came from outside the door and I watched as Wynna walked in with a worried face.

"It's just a fever. Wynna, please take care of her and let her rest before she wakes."

I put Otis on the bed, got up and walked out the door.

She was such a troublesome weakling.