Claimed by the Cursed werewolf

Chapter 7

When I woke up from sleep, I found Eirik staring at me intensely, as if he was trying to bring something out of me. He flashed me a small smile and quickly turned away. Turning my gaze ahead, I stared at the snow-filled surroundings. We were riding down the long road in silence.

I hated the silence because it made me nervous. But it also gave me some time to think. I thought of what would await me when I got to wherever he was taking me.

I was his slave now, and I would have to obey every order he gave me. I had heard of masters punishing their slaves who refused to listen or tried to escape. This was my fate now.

But I also knew that some slaves were bought not only for hard work but also to fulfill pleasure in bed. I had never touched a man or been courted by one before. And now, he could… he could— I quickly shook my head.

I tried to convince myself he might not be as bad as I was thinking.

"Master—"

"Eirik," he cut in.

"What?"

"You should call me Eirik," he replied, flashing me a warm smile.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Am I going to work for you, or do you have a wife I would work for?" I asked, just to be sure. Just to be prepared for what was awaiting me. But I shouldn't ask questions. It was none of my business. Even though he bought me for a reasonable amount, I couldn't see myself as a slave.

He turned his head to me. "No, I don't."

For some odd reason, I was surprised that I felt relieved.

"Your rules are to listen to whatever I say. While you clean the house with the other slaves, you will be assigned your duty."

Oh, of course. Why didn't I think he was taking me to his house to clean and do other work a slave was supposed to do? But I had never been a slave or done hard work. Now that I was suddenly one, I felt the weight on my shoulders. I wanted to throw myself out of the carriage and bury my head in the snow.

"You don't seem to like that." His words pulled me out of my thoughts.

Why would I want to be a slave? But I couldn't say that. That would sound too offensive to him.

"It's not for me to like or dislike now that I'm a slave," I said.

He didn't say anything, only staring into my eyes. When he noticed how uncomfortable I was, he shifted his eyes to the metal beads around my waist.

"For a slave to have this in their possession," he said, turning to me. "Did you steal it?"

My nose flared. "What?"

"Did you?"

"No!" I replied, quickly biting my tongue at how loud I was. But Eirik didn't seem concerned about it. Instead, he smiled and shook his head before looking away.

After some time, the carriage stopped, and then a guard informed us that we had arrived at his house.

Eirik stepped out of the carriage, and I followed after him. The house was tall and stood at the center of the compound, surrounded by green grass. There was a small garden with different kinds of flowers. I saw different guards and maids walking past and bowing their heads at Eirik. He was the owner of this house.

"Eirik?" someone called, and I turned my head to see a tall man with long, light brown hair walking toward us.

The man studied me, staring deep into my eyes, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"You brought another girl," he said, turning to Eirik. "A slave."

"Yes," Eirik nodded. "This is Knut, and you will also follow his orders in this house."

I nodded my head.

Knut let out a dry chuckle before running his hand through his hair. Then he turned to Eirik, and his jaw clenched tight.

"I don't think she's the one," Knut said. "She might be something else."

"No, I'm really sure she is," Eirik said.

Knut took a step toward us. "You are wasting your time again."

Eirik glared at him hard before taking my hand, and he led me away from there. As we walked into the house, we were greeted by two maids who quickly bowed their heads.

"Master," they said in unison.

I raised a brow. He was letting them call him Master but not me?

"Take her and make sure she knows everything about the house. From today, she will work in this house as a maid."

"Yes," they nodded.

The maids motioned for me to follow them, and they led me upstairs, where they showed me every room I had to clean and the rooms I should avoid. Most of them didn't have a good feeling about me, and I tried not to worry about their feelings toward me.