Im the Rejected Mate Rewritten

Maisie's POV

"Maisie." I yelped after I heard his voice, rushing over to his room wondering what my punishment would be today.

"Why did you take more than five minutes?" He barked after I reached his door.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to rush up and finish the work you gave me," I answered averting his eyes, afraid of the cruelty I would find once I looked at him.

"Are you complaining?" He barked again.

"No, I'm…" I stuttered staring hard at the floor.

"As a slave, you're supposed to do whatever I want, come whenever I call, and never complain, just be the lowly slave you are." He dragged me into his room before I could even realize it.

"What should I do for you, Alpha Lance?" I asked shakily, looking around the room, but I couldn't find any dirt.

"Another thing about being a slave is, don't ask questions!! Just follow my orders," He barked, and I swallowed nervously.

"Now follow me, don't stand around like a dummy."

I followed him to his inner room, I paused when I heard a sultry voice.

"Alpha, I'm waiting."

A woman walked in, with shorts on and no top or even a bra, and her boobs were pointing, I could already see bit marks on them.

I finally lifted my head searching his eyes, meeting the cruelty I avoided earlier.

"I'm sorry for making you wait." He smiled at her, dragging her closer to him, he kissed her and she purred leaning into him, placing his hands on her boobs she moaned when he squeezed them.

A sharp pain hit me, my heart shattering into a million pieces, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Looking away, "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

"Did I speak gibberish earlier?" He barked and I stilled.

I turned to him pleading with my eyes, the pain I was feeling was too unbearable.

"I said, as a slave you should only follow orders."

"And I never said you should leave the room yet." He added and I gasped realizing his intent.

"I'm not sure you need an audience, Alpha," I said wondering how I could find the words to speak, as I fought the tears in my eyes.

"I'm not sure you're in a position to say anything." He scoffed.

"Now I want you to seat there." He gestured to the small seat at the corner, smeared with dirt.

"Sit on the dirt that you are, and watch me." He added pushing me to the chair, my inner wolf whined in pain as claws pierced my skin.

"This will remove any ideas from your head." He added.

The woman laughed, "You know being this mean makes you so hot." She said and he raised his brows with a smile.