His footsteps were getting close as she quickly switched to cleaning the window, having cleaned the floor earlier. Her heart pounded so fast in fear. She could have finished her chores earlier but something happened. She knew definitely, that Kyle will not listen to her excuses. She could find herself in a difficult situation as has always happened in the past but something was different today.

Maggie was burning with fever even as she mustered all her strength to finish up her tasks before Kyle arrives. The burning fever had slowed her effort. Nevertheless, she had gone far. But deep down in her heart, she knows that Kyle is never gonna be impressed and could unleash greater punishment on her this time.

"Maggie!" came an angry voice from the door. "What in the world have you been doing?.... You dirty whore!" Kyle shook his fist at her continuously as he rants in anger.

"I'm cleaning the whole house and all the furniture, just as you have instructed," she replied with a fearful voice.

"Oh, really? And how long have you been cleaning?.... You lazy bastard!" he walked in a frenzied style, marred by a hot temper that could not be quenched. "You could have finished all of this in a twinkle of an eye but, you couldn't because you are so lazy and unproductive!" he glared with contempt at all the work Maggie have done.

"Uhmm..." she tried to reply but was quickly interrupted.

"Uhmmm-what?" he moved closer and touched one of the furniture. "This is not well cleaned. I can see that your laziness is getting worse!"

"But, I'm having a fever... I'm sorry, if I did not clean them to your satisfaction!" she shivered.

"That's none of my business, liar!" he slapped her. Maggie fell to the floor, in her tattered clothes.

She grasped for air and begged for help. "Please, I'm sick.... have mercy on me!" 

"Are you kidding me? Why should I do that?" he scorned and grabbed her hair. He pulled her back to her feet. "Hmmm!... You stink as well!" Displeased by the sweaty odor he perceived, he pushed Maggie to the floor again, so hard. 

She was getting weaker and her feverish condition almost tripled. "I beg you to spare me, Sir!" her soft, crying voice could be heard.

She lay on the floor helplessly shedding tears. Nevertheless, it did not deter him from raining more abuses on her.

"You are completely useless and that's why you will never find a mate!" he spat on her and headed in the direction of the door, but stopped again. "I'm expecting some guests in three days, you are to make special dishes and serve all of us. I hope you make it right this time or you will never live to tell the consequences!" he threatened and kicked her abdomen, before exiting the scene.

Maggie lay on the floor shivering in fever. She couldn't move because she was hurt. Kyle's unforgiving kicks and verbal assaults had further deteriorated her condition.

She cried silently while hoping for a miracle. But none came knocking at her door. She dare not raise her weeping voice lest it attract Kyle again, or Ivan, his younger brother. Both find pleasure in tormenting her.

Life has not always been like this for her. It all started a long time ago when Maggie was just a little girl. Her pack, the Grey-pack was invaded by Alpha Troy's pack. The invading pack killed every member of the Grey-pack except her and her father who escaped but, could not be accounted for up till that moment. Although Maggie was just thirteen years old, the memory of that horrible night never stopped traumatizing her.

To make it worse, life in her new pack was nothing but a living hell. Alpha Troy's two sons, Kyle and Dave made her life even more miserable. Kyle especially, has been more vocal in his maltreatment where as Ivan, seems to be more reserved.

Her condition was getting worse by the minute as she lay down on the floor with virtually no help coming. She tried to call for help but, she was too weak to emit a sound. All she could do is wait and watch as her miserable life slowly fade away.

She gave up and cried her eyes out in silence. After all, Kyle was right, she is useless!.... An Omega slave who is never gonna find a mate. She believed no one was gonna find her worthy enough as her fated mate. Even, if the Moon Goddess pairs her up with a potential mate, she was afraid she might be rejected.

Her breath was beginning to drop, and her vision slowly fading when all of a sudden, someone walked in. Because she lay turning his back to the floor, she had little or no idea about the presence of the visitor. However, her instinct allowed her to hear the footsteps of the stranger in a last-minute grip to life.

'It must be Kyle! That devil incarnate must have returned to finish what he started.' she assumed.

The thought of having Kyle return to the scene made her suddenly alive again, with fear. 

A life she had despised until now suddenly became precious to her again but, it was too late to save the day. Maggie was afraid to die. This time there was no escape as she was sure Kyle will not give a damn about her condition, even if it will result in her death.

She expected some tormenting lashes of a cane on her vulnerable body, or some harsh, heartbroken hurls when the visitor stopped abruptly. But nothing happened. Instead, the visitor stood above her from the back and observed. 

This made her rethink. 'Maybe the stranger was not Kyle after all. But, who?'

Even though she was slowly losing her breath, she summoned all her strength. She attempted to turn around but, she was just too weak to do that!

"Shsssss...!" came the stranger's voice. "Don't move!"

Even though his voice sounded familiar, Maggie seemed too weak to identify him or her. Her Adrenalin-state of emergency simply dropped. 

Next, she felt strong hands gently lifting her from the floor. "Who--oo aa-re y-oo-u?" she managed to stammer at last, amid her partial unconsciousness. Her energy was too depleted to wait for a reply. She ultimately slipped into the abyss of unconsciousness, in the arms of the stranger.