The Cursed Alpha's Fifth Luna

Sabrina walked casually into the servants’ quarters with her hands clasped behind her back, two guards following closely behind her.

A wide, satisfied grin remained plastered across her face as she stepped into the long corridor.

The girls, who had been preparing to retire for the night, immediately turned to look at her.

Their eyes wide in surprise.

Sabrina was no longer wearing the plain, threadbare servant’s clothes, instead, she was dressed like royalty.

Yet it was not her fine clothes that held their attention for long.

It was the two armed guards standing tall behind her.

The servants exchanged uncertain, worried glances as they wondered what was going on, as Sabrina slowly walked into the hall, her eyes drifting from one girl to another, a satisfied grin stretching her lips as she watched their shocked faces.

Her eyes moved through them and stopped at the end of the hallway.

At the end of the corridor stood Cynthia, the head servant, watching her approach with her arms folded firmly across her chest.

“What are you doing, Sabrina?” Cynthia’s voice was filled with disdain as she looked her up and down. “And why have you changed out of your servant clothes?”

Sabrina continued walking towards her, she did stop humming until she stopped in front of Cynthia.

For several seconds, she simply stared at Cynthia, the grin on her face growing unnaturally wider.

Then, without warning, she raised her hand and landed a resounding slap across Cynthia’s face.

SLAP!

Cynthia’s head whipped to the side from the sheer force of it. A stunned gasp swept through the room as the stark, red imprint of Sabrina’s palm quickly surfaced against her skin.

The girls stared in absolute disbelief, unable to move or even say a word.

Sabrina lifted her hand, examining her flushed palm before giving a small, delighted sigh and shaking her fingers lightly in the air.

“Oh, that felt good,” she whispered, smiling broadly. “I have been meaning to do that for a very long time.”

Cynthia slowly turned her face back toward her, one hand immediately covering her stinging cheek. Her eyes bulged with shock before raw fury rapidly replaced it.

“How dare you?” Cynthia’s voice rose to a shriek as she glared at her. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

Sabrina’s smile vanished in an instant.

She raised her hand again.

The second slap landed against Cynthia’s other cheek with enough force to send her stumbling backward. Cynthia lost her balance entirely and hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Another wave of frantic gasps echoed through the quarters.

The servants remained frozen where they stood, none of them daring to move a muscle to help Cynthia with the guards standing ominously over them.

Sabrina looked down at her, her expression chillingly cold.

“I should be asking you the same question.”

Cynthia stared up from the floor, trembling, far too stunned to speak, tears dropping from her eyes involuntarily.

“How utter foolish did you have to be to think you could treat the Luna’s sister like a common maid?” Sabrina stepped closer, looking down at her with undisguised contempt. “Did you really think nothing would change?”

Cynthia’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Sabrina leaned down slightly, her voice dropping into a dangerously quiet tone. “Do you finally understand the depth of your mistake?”

The entire room went dead silent.

Sabrina slowly straightened her spine, allowing her dark gaze to travel across the terrified faces of the remaining servants.

Cynthia slowly pushed herself up from the ground, her shoulders trembling with rage and humiliation. Her cheek burned where Sabrina had struck her, but the raw fury in her eyes made it clear she had no intention of letting the matter end there.

With a furious shriek, she lunged toward Sabrina.

She barely made it a step.

One of the guards behind Sabrina caught Cynthia by the wrist, twisting her arm away before throwing her violently back onto the stone floor.

Cynthia landed hard, the breath knocked completely from her lungs as a collective gasp rippled through the servants.

Sabrina merely watched her.

Then, with deliberate, chilling calm, she walked toward the fallen woman.

Cynthia tried to push herself up again, but Sabrina reached her first. She raised her foot, placing the heavy sole of her shoe directly against Cynthia’s face, and pressed her cheek firmly into the cold, gritty stone.

Cynthia screamed.

The sound echoed off the stone walls of the quarters, sending a fresh wave of horror through the maids watching from the edges of the room.

Sabrina looked down at her without a single trace of sympathy.

Then she lifted her foot and kicked Cynthia sharply in the mouth.

“Foolish, arrogant girl.”

Cynthia shrieked, curling onto her side and clutching her face as Sabrina turned back toward the room.

The transformation in Sabrina was almost frightening.

She moved with absolute confidence as she faced the remaining maids, clasping her hands together in front of her dress.

“Now, please,” she said, her bright smile returning. “A proper introduction.”

The servants remained frozen in dead silence.

“I am the new assistant matron of the pack house,” Sabrina announced, her eyes gliding from one terrified face to the next. “And from this moment onward, every single one of you answers to me.”

The maids’ mouths fell open. Dread spread visibly across their features as they exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Sabrina inhaled slowly, clearly savoring the taste of their fear.

“Now, all of you…” She pointed toward them, finger by finger. “…are going to experience hell.”

Several of the girls visibly shrank back backwards in fear. Sabrina’s grin widened. She could see it in their eyes now—they finally understood that the girl they had once mocked and pushed around now held enough power to deal with them.

“But first…” Her smile turned vicious. “Where is that bitch who tried to pick a fight with me at the laundry?”

The servants instantly looked at one another in panic.

“Drag her out here this minute!” Sabrina commanded, her voice ringing off the walls.

Anxious murmurs broke out among the girls, but no one moved. They glanced nervously at Cynthia groaning on the floor, then back at Sabrina, each silently praying someone else would step forward.

Sabrina tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “You have three seconds.”

The murmuring died instantly.

“Three seconds,” she repeated, her voice dropping into a deadly freeze, “and all of you will suffer her punishment in her stead.”

That was all it took.

Four girls scrambled toward the back of the quarters, and within seconds, they returned dragging another maid between them. They shoved her forward, sending her stumbling onto the stone floor directly at Sabrina’s feet.

Sabrina looked down at the trembling maid on her hands and knees. Her lips slowly curled into a triumphant smile.

“You stupid thing.”

The maid shook beneath her gaze, tears streaming down her dusty face.

“You are going to learn.”