"You're sleeping here tonight." This was Alpha's order. But, where was I to sleep?
He obviously wouldn't allow me to sleep on the same bed as he was. And knowing my rank, he wouldn't let me use his couch.

Argh!
I was to sleep on the floor. I realized this when he pulled off the bloody duvet and threw it on my head, knocking me down with its weight.

I coughed coming up for air from the thick fabric. But glaring in his direction almost cost me my eyes. I had to look away, still feeling his wet cum now smudged on the white duvet. What a damn mess.
As if that wasn't enough humiliation, he told me, "Go and wash up. But I doubt if the filth on you will ever go away."

Dear lawd! My clenched fists burned to smack on his perfect face and disfigure him.
As I got up from the floor like the pet I had become, Alpha picked up something from his night table and tossed it in my direction.
A small thin rectangle black box.
Upon opening it, I saw the syringe with a blue substance in it which was similar to the anti-pain drug King had given me before.

"When you behave, you will be rewarded. But if you misbehave, the punishment will be worse than today," he warned with his back slightly at me.
Damn boy!
Why did villains get to have such gorgeous bodies?

As the water filled the tub, I sat on the edge, completely naked, ready to inject myself with the drug.
I pierced my skin, right where King had administered it previously. Yes, this was my life now. Abandoned. Nobody to help me even with such a delicate thing and had to rely on myself. But I was determined to survive. Why? I didn't know.

As soon as the needle left my body, the little puncture healed up.
I stared at my arm, wondering how such a powerful drug wasn't used worldwide, especially with the armed forces who constantly went to war and instead was being used by an assassin's organization to boost their functionality.

Ten minutes later, I walked back into Alpha's room in nothing but a towel I had taken from his bathroom.
The darkness that welcomed me took away half of my breaths. It instantly reminded me of the dark room I had been locked up in for an entire week.
The only thing keeping me from having a panic attack was the weak moonlight fighting to get in through the half-drawn curtains. Blessing my lost soul with a shred of light that guided me to where the duvet was.

I picked it up and hurdled myself into a corner, choosing to spend the rest of the night seated instead of lying flat on the floor. If this would make him happy, then I could do nothing other than obey whatever I was told.

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The news had spread like wildfire throughout the place. Making breakfast harder to swallow with all the eyes watching me.

The brown-haired boy was the only pet bold enough to sit close to me. He occupied the seat opposite mine, a broad grin on his face. "It seems like death follows you, eh?"

In no mood for a 'pet talk', I erased his presence as I was erasing the existence of every other person in the hall.
I knew that sooner or later, my undereating would cause me serious health problems. So why wait for such an outcome when I could help myself in the present?

If I kept paying attention to everything I heard or saw, then I would die before anyone else.
Facing such stigma was inevitable. After all, I had killed one of their own.

"Can I hire you to kill someone?"

I glared up at him.
"How about I kill you?"

"Ouch!" He laughed moving his head to me. With a crooked smile, he whispered, "I really do like you. You're not like the other timid pets on this table. You've got guts, I like that."

I answered him with a fierce scowl as my hand tightened on my fork.
If I stabbed an eye out, he wouldn't die, right?

As if understanding what I was thinking about, the boy retreated, chuckling delighted. "More feisty than I imagined."

When breakfast was over, the brown-haired boy offered to take away my plate as everyone else got up to leave.
I didn't say much to him; I just nodded and walked off, heading for one of the four exits/entrances.

My body was almost crossing the threshold when suddenly, a loud bang exploded in the air, followed by two more.
Without realizing what was happening and amidst the horrified screams that followed the noise, I turned around. Only to see a small blonde with a B-class tag holding her gun at me and fury in her soft blue eyes.

She was about to shoot me when two other A-class agents pounced on her, pinning her to the ground despite her frantic cries.

"You should die! You murderer! You little whore! Why did you kill my brother?!"

I frowned as little stings of pain reached my brain, signaling me to look down at my abdomen and chest where the pain was coming from.
There were three round red patches on the blue top I was wearing. It looked so much like blood, yet I hadn't felt a thing before, so where had this blood come from?

"Are you okay?" an A-class agent asked with a frightened look.

Something was ringing in my ears, disrupting my normal senses.
I could hear the chaos all around me, but I was processing it too slowly as if I had been shocked out of my body.

Something was clogging my lungs, making it hard to breathe.
It only became clear what it was when I coughed up blood before falling to my knees.
"Quicky, help me send her to-"

The girl who held no envy or anger towards me was suddenly thrown aside.

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An alarm lit up in the monitoring department, blaring to alert the people in charge of monitoring the A-class agents of a possible and critical danger.

"Who is it?" one asked terrified.

"Pet Luna!" another answered, hastening his fingers to quickly dig out the information about why the alarm had been set off. "One shot in the chest, the bullet lodged in her lungs. Two bullets through her abdomen. Immediate surgery to save her life!"

The information was then sent out to the medical team in another department, ordered to hurry lest she dies.

But someone else had already known what was going on... Alpha. Why? Because Lucifer had connected her monitoring chip to his phone for an emergency.
And he was already rushing her to the lab, King driving him there instead of walking which would be slow.

He unlocked the doors and shifted to Lucifer with a dying Luna in his arms.
When Lucifer awoke, he was shocked to see the girl he held. While she wasn't bleeding on the outside due to the closed gunshot wounds, he did not waste even a second.
He knew that for Alpha to choose to bring her into his lab, Luna's condition wasn't as simple as her fainting.

He was the number one medical specialist in Phantom Order. Who else was more suitable to carry out the operation on their nemesis than him?

If the bullet had simply penetrated and exited her chest like the other two shots in her abdomen, her lungs would have taken less than an hour to completely heal. But with the bullet still inside her, the cells and tissues would not regenerate and the bleeding would continue until she was dead.

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