A/N: Okay, let's try this out. I know I've been putting this off, but it's only because I expected a little more. So here I am with another chapter, hoping that you enjoy it. So please, read on…

D: Disclaimed

Chapter One

Sir Carlisle said this day would come, I just didn't think it would come this quick. It's not that I dreaded it, it just wasn't rushed upon.

As I sit here deep in my thoughts, I can't help but enjoy the comfort of the place I called home. My sanctuary. My room. The space given to me for me. I never had worries of being accommodated, my masters made sure I was well taken care of. But it was never seen in that manner.

To others, I'm seen as a slave, but to Sir Carlisle and Madame Esme, they have always treated me as if I was their own child. They found me when I was just a child, a pup to be exact. I never understood the reasons of it, or why I was born half-wolf, just that I was told by both my master's that I was special. The fact that my mother brought me here, they believe fate had done the rest.

It took an effort to control my abilities to shift into wolf, it was touch and go in the beginning, which meant that I was hidden from most until I became the young man I am today. My duty was mostly to serve, but it was never really implemented when I was alone with the couple that claim to be my parents behind closed doors.

Madame Esme treated me like a son. When hers ventured off on their own, she has missed the presence of having them in her home. Which is why it has made it easier for her to take me in and practically adopt me. I'm sure she would if she could.

Her eldest son, Emmett –big goofball and passionate about the sport that I loathe. I'm sure if he hadn't been married to the one woman who I'm sure that changed him, he'd be more accepting of me. I usually don't associate with them if I have due to Rosalie's disgust for my kind and Emmett's request to make his wife comfortable.

Her second-born, Jasper- very intellectual and could care less for the brutality vampires have against us wolves. Thankfully the man married a woman with kind heart just his, Mrs. Alice Cullen. I'm sure they'd change the world just like Sir Carlisle and Madame Esme if Jasper wasn't so busy managing his own bank, something he established the moment he lost himself in his calculus studies. Just like their parents, they hope to adopt one day, if society allows them without being forced to change them.

Now her youngest son in something different. I haven't quite figured out who he was, mostly because he barely comes home to visit. Strangely, he became involved with the Collar Wars and has succeeded in the sport. During one of his tours he met the woman he married and kind of stirred up the community when they discovered that she used to serve the man and was in fact a vampire. But once everything was sorted and the right documents were signed, it was agreed that she would be changed on their wedding night. So once Isabella Swan became Isabella Cullen and her transition was complete, the couple returned to what brought profits to their growing estate, bull fighting.

Now bull fighting isn't exactly what most think it would be, but the name was given to the sport as a sick joke to call my kind nothing but animals that become disposable. But even Carlisle believes that we are so much more. The man disapproves of the gnarly displays of power and the fact that two of his sons had become involved in the violent sport. Which is why the man has been trying to convince Edward at least to revive any of the injured. So far, Edward hasn't agreed to it for the reason that it meant he could lose money fixing something that he could dispose of.

Bull fighting, or the proper term known as Collar Wars had been developed years ago by a vampire named Aro and his disciples that decided to make our kind into slaves. According to history, they were known as the Volturi, a governance for the vampire community who became hungry for power.

Because the wolf population was growing, that meant that the vampire community was at a high risk of becoming disposed of, but the table turned when Cauis, Aro's right-hand, decided to send an army on one of the wolf packs nearby. This didn't end well, especially since they killed their alpha and beta in order to take control of the rest of the pack. Not long after, those wolves faced brutal training and were given no other option but serve as slaves in order to stay alive.

Not long after, before my kind could retaliate, alpha's were being caught one by one and tortured to give up their packs for those who could afford their high-prices. This is time, gave Aro the idea of putting them up for fights in order to see which alphas were stronger, soon their packs would join.

As the sport developed and changed, so did the rules and how wolves were being forced through lots like farm animals. Wolves were being bred with human slaves and kept in captivity until they were old enough to be sent to training camps. Males were kept as weapons, females were kept depending on if they phased or not. It always depended on whether we could phase or not, for the males, if we didn't we'd be killed, no question about it; we were considered defects. Females, if they did phase, they were disposed of as well. This was because they were considered useless in the battlefield as well as the purpose of breeding. No male would ever harm a female, and because of her productive system being frozen in time, they were sent away to be ridded. Thankfully, she-wolves were a rarity when it came down to it.

When I asked how I came about, I was known as the runt of the litter. Because of this, I was tested beyond the others to prove I was worthy to be kept alive. But before I could prove my strengths, apparently I was able to escape from one of the camps where Carlisle and Esme found me. They bought me off the owners and were forced to register me as a slave in order to promise my safety.

Like I said, I don't remember much about my roots, or even any memories of coming from captivity, just that I was revived by my masters and they would soon need me to move on in order for me to stay safe. Since the Volturi's association were becoming suspicious of my place, they advised that I soon be moved elsewhere where I could be near my own kind, even if that meant serving at an owner's estate.

Sir Carlisle and Madame Esme had no choice but to seek out their son Edward's help. Whether I should be grateful or not, the vampire agreed to take me under his staff where I'd help two others serve him and his estate; that meant his collection of dominants he called bulls.

I knew it worried both Carlisle and Esme, but if it assured my safety, then I had no choice. Which is why I've packed whatever I had and patiently waited for Edward's guards to retrieve me.

"Edward promises to take care of you." Sir Carlisle spoke softly leaning against the door frame before approaching me and sitting next to me on the bed. "I asked him to treat you just as we had, with kindness."

"Is he that strict?" I asked as my head hung low.

"No, he usually treats the servers better than his fighters." Carlisle replied, "even so, his wolves are treated well too, unlike Emmett."

"How long will I be there?" I asked unsure.

"You won't be coming back," he noticed my disappointment, "but we will make sure to visit as much as we can."

"Does this mean that I will be serving more than I usually do?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, unfortunately." Carlisle sighed, "that's our fault for not preparing you for this, and for that, I deeply apologize. But this is the only way I can assure your safety, for now at least."

"I guess I can get used to it."

What more choice would I have? I wasn't exactly in authority of my own life that still belonged to Carlisle until Edward arrived and was ready to take me back to his estate. For now, I had to finish packing what I was allowed, which meant that I had to leave a few things behind, including my books. From what I understood, reading would no longer be permitted either. I was moving to a place with more restrictions than ever had.

Less than an hour, Edward pulled up in a fancy vehicle. His driver would be his only protection against me, and even though I did decide to rebel, I doubt I would be able to do anything. Not that I planned to. It's just that Edward took these precautions for his own reasons I knew nothing about.

Not long after, my only bag was brought to the vehicle as I was led by the driver to the back seat. Edward sat across from me as he waved his parents goodbye, promising them that I was in good hands. I was sure that if Madame Esme could shed a tear at the moment, she would. I knew this bothered her, but she didn't say much other than advising me to be careful before walking back into the house. Carlisle didn't say anything other than giving me a half-smile.

I did my best not show emotions, but Edward could see that I was bothered. Rather than scolding me like I would expect, he assured me that I would be okay, that I was going to be fine. I gave him a nod and refused to speak a word unless he asked. That had never come as we remained silent the rest of the way back to where I'd have to call my new home.

Though I was still a bit frightened of what could be ahead, I found myself amused by the bright lights of the city. It didn't last long though. Just as quick as we entered, we left. More than two hours had passed before I realized that we were getting closer to a smaller community.

"We'll be arriving soon." Edward informed, "When we reach the estate, you will be greeted by Brady and Collin, they will give you a brief tour before explaining your duties from now on."

I nodded.

As we approached the gates, it was something far from what I expected. Rather than the steel fences I was told about, the boundaries were surrounded my heavy brick walls that looked like ancient boulders molded into massive squares stacked neatly. The yard barely existed with only a fountain in the center where the roundabout driveway led to the front entrance.

Small shrubs lined against the trails all the way to the mansion where taller trees seem to shade the higher windows and entrances. Of course this had to be the front area, which meant that there was so much more to see.

As the vehicle parked in front of the entrance way, two men around the same height and build as me stood in silence. They nodded at Edward's presence and took his coat.

"Good evening Sir Edward." The first spoke.

"Greetings Brady," the man spoke softly. "This is Seth," he turned to me for a moment as the driver handed me my bag. "Please be sure to show him the orientations before escorting him to your bunks."

"Yes sir," The man nodded again, "follow me."

I nodded as I watched the vehicle disappear to the small area behind the mansion where I was sure the garage must be.

Slowly I followed the pair of servants as Edward exited in the opposite direction. Without hesitation –Brady, as the called him, began to give direction as he led us to a long hallway where light fixtures hung from the ceilings.

"This is the main hallway that leads to the kitchen area." I listened and continued to follow him until we reached the doors that led to what looked like the dining area. "This is the dining area where the sir and misses eat their breakfast and dinner. Lunch is usually served on the patio or where requested."

The next room was the kitchen area where the chef's provided the meals that we would serve at every meal. Brady explained that we had to be here by seven in the morning for preparations, which had to be completed in a hour to serve. The rules were strict that we were the last to eat, and that would be during our half-hour breaks. Since I would be last, my break would be the last shift before we would return for lunch duties.

A lot of our duties involved being in the kitchen. But then there were the moments that one of us would be next to Edward when he needed us.

After that, Brady led us to the laundry facilities. Two maids were there to make sure that everything was cleaned, our duties were to make sure that we gathered the sheets and clothing ever morning, the maids would return them when they were done.

The last thing was the most important according Brady. Collin remained silent while Brady led us to a room that he called the feeding and supplies room. Here was where we'd fulfill our duties to serve the dominants downstairs after serving Edward and his wife their dinner. While they ate, the cooks would bring the food here for us to bring to the chambers where the trainers, guards and dominants would have their dinner.

"We already completed tonight's tasks." Brady informed me. "But we have to prepare you for tomorrow."

"They sure must eat a lot." I accidentally commented.

"Well you'd be if you were constantly training." Collin finally spoke.

"What Collin means is," Brady gave Collin a glare, "everyone who works in the chambers are constantly active and training for their battles. Most of it goes to the dominants to make sure that they are in perfect health for when they enter the arenas."

"How many are there?" I asked unsure.

"You'll find that out tomorrow." Brady smirked, "just know that they don't exactly play nice, and especially us. They see us weak runts that have the only purpose to serve their food."

"Have they harmed either of you?" I wondered, a bit frightened.

"They're ordered not to," Brady replied, "but sometimes they like to test us. But don't let them intimidate you, if they even smell fear, they'll call you out on it. Just hold yourself up and serve the food without staring them in the eyes."

"The alpha and his betas are your biggest concerns." Collin added.

"Collins right," Brady noticed my worried expression, "they can be a little too forward at times too."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sometimes, rather than seeing us just as runts," Brady paused for a moment, "they can sometimes approach you sexually."

"Sexually?" I was confused.

"It's not often they get to have a pleasure of a woman's presence." Collin spoke, "and when they don't, we're the closest thing to their cravings."

"How is that possible?"

"It's our size." Brady explained. "We're not exactly the definition of what a shifter is thought to be. They're all over six feet, almost seven, built with muscle and seeping with so much testosterone it's enough to make us a bit vulnerable."

"Vulnerable?"

"It's hard to explain, but when we come close to something with so much power, we tend to want to please them in order to fit in." Brady explained again, "it's not something I'm proud of, but I'm sure that they feel just the same. It's almost like a heat cycle when you think about it."

"How do you avoid it?"

"Expose your neck slightly," Brady said, "they'll sniff it, but that's about it. Usually it's enough to satisfy them."

"I just don't get it though." I thought out loud, "Why put us at risk when someone else could feed them."

"Who would want to?" Brady asked annoyed, "Sir Edward refuses to put anyone with high status in such a predicament, and he would never send a woman to do it for the reasons of them getting completely out of control."

"Because of how we handle the situation, we're the only ones capable of serving the dominants." Collin added. "At least we can calm them at some point. They've never advanced on their motives."

"You'll be fine." Brady patted my shoulder, "just follow us and you'll be okay. As for now, it's time to shower before bed."

I tried my best to clear my mind, but after hearing about how the dominants can behave, I didn't want to be near them. If they were as aggressive as Brady and Collin mentioned, then how do they expect us to remain calm when our lives could be in danger. I didn't think that Edward would put me such a predicament I was sure Sir Carlisle would never agree to. Either Carlisle didn't know about this or I was supposed to be near my own kind no matter the circumstances.

I found myself tired after showering in the small stall that was made just for the three of us. We had to share a small bathroom that was connected to a room that was big enough to fit our beds and the closet where our uniforms hung. There was barely any space other than the narrow pathways between the beds that led to the bathroom next to the only exit.

As I lay in my bed, staring at the open space where the window should be, closer to the ceiling where we had no access to. The moon shun through and reflected on the bare wall at the foot of our beds. All I could think about now is how I ended up in such a predicament. I was really beginning to miss the place I used to call home.

I knew one thing was for sure was that I was going to be tired by time I had to wake up. It was already two in the morning and I would have to wake up at five to get ready for the day. Of course Brady and Collin were sleeping in their small beds while I was here struggling to at least clear my head.

I wasn't sure when I finally dozed off, but it felt as if I just closed my eyes before the alarm screeched to wake us up.

I so wasn't ready for this.

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