The Scarlet Wolf King's Harem of Forbidden Slaves

It was only when the clock struck the third stroke of midnight that Selwang returned to Tudor Manor with Winters.

The manor was brightly lit, and the furious face of her stepmother, Beatrice, was faintly visible through the colorful glass windows.

Heavy perfumed powder was caught in Beatrice's wrinkles, and her deep-set eye sockets hid anger.

Seeing Winters covered in mud hanging over the butler, Selwyn.

The middle-aged woman was a bit furious: "Winters, where have you been fooling around again?"

"Mrs. Beatrice, Miss Winters had a fall."

Selwang carefully lowered Winters from her back and tried to explain for her.

"There is no place for you to talk here, Selwang you get out."

Beatrice's voice was a little sharp and merciless.

"Yes, Mrs. Beatrice."

Winters patted Selwang on the shoulder, signaling that he was fine.

The fireplace in the room was burning, but Winters' body felt cold all over.

Lady Beatrice's venomous eyes looked her stepdaughter up and down, there was no doubt that Winters had inherited her dead husband's original wife's beauty.

"Winters Sutherland, are you just going to meet the Duke of Massa tomorrow looking like this?"

"Mrs. Beatrice, I am injured and need rest, I will not see anyone tomorrow."

"You're crazy, Winters."

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her, Winters' expression was very cold.

This was the first time she disobeyed Mrs. Beatusra's order.

"Mother you don't want me to go crying to Count Massa with my wounds about the suffering that the Tudor Manor has endured all these years."

A look of surprise flashed across Mrs. Beatrice's face; her stepdaughter Winters seemed different tonight.

For the first time in her life, Winters had called her "Mother."

Mrs. Beatrice approached Winters' side slowly and methodically, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth that gradually widened.

She reached up and slatted Winters across the jaw, slapping him hard across the face.

"Winters, no matter what shenanigans you're up to, the thing you need to understand is that the owner of Tudor Manor has never been me."

Winters' ears perked up and a fiery burst of pain came to her face, a smear of more blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Mrs. Beatrice!"

She was about to reach out and fight back, and after looking down and seeing her thin, short arms, Winters froze in her movements, and it took her a moment to react to the fact that she was only twelve years old now.

This body hadn't even reached adulthood yet.

Mrs. Beatrice summoned the servants and dragged Winters roughly back to her room.

The room was dim, there was no firewood in the fireplace, and she felt cold.

As in her last life, she was living in worse conditions than a servant in a Tudor manor.

Winters' stomach growled, she was too hungry to sleep, and after scrubbing the mud off her body with cold water, she changed into clean clothes.

There was a knock on the door from outside the room, "Miss Winters, Mrs. Beatrice has asked Dr. David to look at your wound."

It seemed that Mrs. Beatrice wasn't completely bad.

Winters carefully moved one of her injured legs and opened the door to her room.

Dr. David was no different than he remembered, he had a goatee and was the most gossipy man in Massachusetts.

"Ms. Winters, I heard you had a fall."

Winters laboriously moved him a chair, invited him to sit down, and looked at him with tearful eyes.

It was as if she were the poor soul trying to redress a grievance.

"Dr. David, this is Eric's bite, these are his teeth marks."

Winters pointed to the wound on her leg.

"Delightful Ms. Winters, I will definitely help you tell Earl Jason to teach that Eric boy a lesson."

David carefully put medicine on Winters and instructed her not to get wet.

As he left, David frowned and sighed:

"Ms. Winters, when you meet Duke Massa tomorrow, make sure you have a good time, and happy birthday tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks Dr. David."

Winters closed the door to the room, glanced at the bandaged leg, put away the childish look on her face, and her face became heavy.

It seemed that David had known about Duke Massa's condition for a long time.

In her previous life, Duke Massa didn't die from illness but from poisoning.

After the death of the Duke of Massa, things will get worse for Winters, and next spring she'll be banished from Massa by being stigmatized as a wolf-dog bloodline.

The reason she didn't want to see Duke Massa tomorrow was because she wanted to find out who was behind the poisoning.

There wasn't much time left for Winters.

The crystal scepter of the Sutherland family was in the hands of the Duke of Massa all along, and it was brought into the coffin with him when he was buried.

If she wanted revenge, she needed to get the Sutherland family's crystal scepter in advance.

Winters was thinking very hard until Selwang waved at her and knocked on the glass window, "Ms. Winters, you must be hungry, here is the bread I brought you."

"Thank you, Selwang."

"I should, the master asked me to take care of you, but because Mrs. Beatrice ..."

" It's fine, it's getting late, you've worked hard all day looking for me, rest early."

Winters' hand extended out the window as she took the bread but did not eat it.

As loyal as Selwang was, he was easily taken advantage of by bad people.

This bread had blueberry sauce in it, and someone was trying to make a fool out of her allergies tomorrow.

Winters knew with her toes who it was - her sister Amelia, the wolf pup with the golden fur.

Amelia was only a year younger than her, the youngest daughter born to Mrs. Beatrice.

Amelia wouldn't stop tonight, and would have someone cut through the dress she would wear tomorrow.

Tudor Manor was very quiet every night.

Winters lay on her worn wooden bed, looking out the window at the stars shining in the sky and thinking of her father.