"Mistress,"
A tall, slim, brown-eyed lady apparently in her twenties and dressed in an elegant maid's uniform, called out as she entered the tastefully-furnished and spacious room. Bellatrix, who had been seated on the comfy, queen-sized bed, staring blankly at the floor and seemingly lost in thought, turned her head to take a look at the owner of the euphonious voice. Upon noticing the maid, she got up almost immediately from the bed. "Y-You are...?" She questioned the stranger with a look of incredulity. With her head slightly bowed, the coffee-haired woman answered with a small smile, "Replying to mistress, I'm your personal maid, Victoria. The Alpha has assigned me to you. Now, you will be my responsibility; I will groom you into a more responsible and charming lady fit to be the Alpha's royal breeder," Bellatrix looked more of a servant than a mistress, from her demeanour to her dressing. It could somehow be seen that this maid had spoken with a hint of arrogance as if Bellatrix was lucky to have a maid like Victoria serve her. But who was she to squinny? Back in her old pack, she was lesser ranked than a regular Omega. The residence that she and her mother had resided in was absolutely nothing to write home about. Despite coming to this new pack, on account of the fact that she was Alpha Killian's fated mate and chosen breeder, she couldn't help but ponder over several things. "Oh, I see." Bellatrix nodded safely, 'I'm Bellatrix Dankworth," she introduced herself with a small smile. In response, Victoria scoffed as she gave her new mistress a once-over, her arrogance morphing into sheer disdain. "You're really trash," Victoria commented smilingly like she had said words worth gold. "What?" Bellatrix was taken aback by this maid's manner of talking. "You're not hearing impaired, are you?" The maid asked with an arched right brow. "I... I heard you. You don't have to be so mean you know. I..." "You don't have to say anything. Someone like you whose background is worse than mine, doesn't deserve my respect." Victoria said in a condescending tone and her mistress could only clamp her lips together as she was in a quandary on what to say. "That's what I thought," the maid scoffed again and turned around, "Be sure to do things by yourself - from bathing to cleaning the room, down to grooming. That's your first task, mistress. My only job for now is to deliver food to you. If I'm satisfied with your performance after a week, I'll groom you into a proper noble lady." "Victoria..." "Add 'Miss' to it, or I'll never answer you," the maid corrected. Bellatrix felt a sense of rage building up in her rapidly and also felt the need to explode at this rude maid. But she decided to breathe out and keep calm. Getting furious here would not help solve problems. Instead, it might bring dire consequences for her. "M-miss Victoria..." she meekly called out. "What is it?" The maid still didn't bother looking at her mistress whom she felt was the lowest of the low. "Well, I just wanted to quell my curiosity," Victoria interjected her, "You do know that curiosity liquidates the cat, don't you?" Bellatrix didn't reply to this pompous female. "For now, I'm off," With that, the maid harrumphed and walked away, not forgetting to slam the room's door behind her. Bellatrix sat on the bed, letting out a resigned sigh, a sense of frustration clawing at her insides. "Even a maid looks down on me. Well, what am I being sad for? I'm used to this," In no time, though, Victoria was back inside the room. This time, her supercilious attitude was nowhere to be found. "Mistress..." It was the maid's turn to look meek. 'That's weird,' Bellatrix thought, her face also betraying her befuddlement. With a timorous laugh, Victoria headed over to Bellatrix, "I was just joking earlier. I didn't mean anything I said. It's my duty to make you more pulchritudinous than any other female on this planet, and I'll surely make that happen. Can you please forgive my actions from earlier? I promise it won't ever happen again," The maid had already gone on her knees and pressed her palms together, her eyes misty. This had her perplexed mistress musing on what could have led to Victoria's swift change in attitude. Was it the Alpha? Or the Beta? Or did her conscience prick her and she feared Bellatrix would definitely find a way to complain and also reveal her true nature to the Alpha? Whichever was the case, it was good to see Victoria like this. "It's okay. No one's perfect, I forgive you, Vicky. I can call you that nickname, right?" Bellatrix inquired gently, her eyes curved and twinkling like crescent moons. Victoria then bowed her head, "T-Thank you, Mistress. I promise to serve you well," "It's okay. Get up," Bellatrix assisted the nervous-looking maid in rising to her feet and then brought her into a hug. "We're both Omegas. We ought to support each other. From now on, we're friends," "I don't deserve such an honour..." Bellatrix shook her head and interposed Victoria, "Don't say that. Our first meeting may have been something that one can't write anything home about, but second impressions are as well important. So when I say we're friends, I mean it. I learned from my parents, not to ever look down on anyone. And never see yourself as unimportant, because you are important," "Okay," Victoria nodded, wiping off a stray tear. Then she extended her right hand, "F-friends?" Her mistress still had on the reassuring smile as she shook hands with the maid, "Yes, friends," As the maid went on to prepare a beauty bath for her, Bellatrix internally scoffed, 'I know you're not sincere, Vicky. I will trust no one but myself in this place,' ~~'~~ Three days later... Alpha Killian's office. The Alpha was seated in his office, perusing a document with an angled brow Then he turned to his Beta who stood next to him with a stern look. "Does Hell Hound Pack think I'm some numbskull or what?" "Alpha, their newly enthroned Alpha is a pain in the ass to his own people. He's the son of his father's personal maid. He killed his father and every other royal relative to succeed the throne," Alpha Killian scoffed, "And so? He's just a small fry before me. A mere 14th-ranked pack dares to tinker with a contract after I took pity on them?" He emitted a dry but scary laugh. "Pretty sure that warmonger of an Alpha king must be tired of living," the Beta chimed in, adjusting his glasses! The Alpha tore the document in two. "Send it back to them in a golden box. Of course, add a bloodied knife too. If he's smart, he'll come begging for his life. If he's an utter moron, he'll keep his pride till he sees the 'beautiful' hands of death," "Yes, Alpha," the beta nodded and was about to take his leave when he was stopped by his ruler. "How's that maid treating my breeder? Has she repented? If she hasn't, cut off her limbs and feed her to my pet snakes." The Alpha said with an icy tone. "Noted, My King," The beta didn't try to leave just yet. Maybe his Alpha still had something to say. And he was right. "Also, summon my Luna. If her maid is the one who answers for her this time, then tear down the door and drag that stubborn Katelyn to my office. However, I don't want to see any scratches on her, or you are dead game. Am I clear?" "Sure. And Alpha, one more thing," "What is it, Beta?" Killian was now glancing at another document, looking rather pleased by its content. "When are you visiting the royal breeder? I think informing her and that maid of hers will be helpful. I'm just suggesting though," the beta shrugged. The Alpha's eyes finally left the document and locked gaze with that of the Beta's. "Three months! That Bellatrix needs to look like a proper she-wolf in three months. For now, her scrawny sight repels me." "Noted. Can I leave now?" "Are you waiting for a spank then?" Killian arched his right brow in askance. "You sound queer," the beta remarked smilingly. The Alpha didn't bother answering the latter. Seeing this, the beta left with a shake of his head and an impish smile.And just like that, ten more unlucky persons had their legs broken and dumped atop the already distressed four from earlier. Now, a small heap was formed. Everyone could only look on. The special guests could only sigh internally. Anslan deserved whatever he was getting today. The mate he’d treated badly had come back to get her pound of fles,h and he could do nothing but kneel. Sigh.Helene was already dreading Bellatrix asking her questions. She was perspiring heavily. Her makeup was ruin,ed but that was of no concern to her at the moment.“And now… Helene.” Bellatrix had done as the latter had feared. Her face became even paler.“Yes, your highness…?” she responded in a stutter, eyes blinking slowly. Addressing her this way felt proper in this tense situation. Besides, Killian already called her his mate, though she was sure, Bellatrix was his recently chosen mate. Still, her sitting on that scary Alpha’s lap without even flinching showed how good their relationship was. Killian lo
Anslan quickly apologised and then spoke up, “She…” he tilted his head downwards, “She’s my fated mate, Bellatrix. And once a war captive in my pack,” he fessed up, earning gasps collectively from the audience, especially the shocked Moon Flame pack members.They thought back to that fateful day. The mother-daughter duo looked tragically miserable… The mother who was accused of theft and admitted to spreading rumours of her slave daughter being mated to their Alpha. Eventually, Vivian Dankworth was consumed in the snake cage after being subjected to intense flogging.The daughter acted defiantly towards their Alpha and even dared to initiate the rejection, which backfired and riled their Alpha further.She was imprisoned afterwards. But that was the last they heard of her.They’d long forgotten about her, figuring she must have been secretly further punished and executed, with her flesh consumed by scavengers of the sky and bones fertilising theNever would they have thought that she
Helene, upon seeing the masked female's entry, couldn't stop feelings of jealousy from arising within her.True, her own outfit in itself was stunning. But compared to that masked lady's off-shoulder outfit, Helene came thought that hers looked more like a cheap fake, made from the worst possible materials. Feelings of inferiority also sprang up inevitably.This unknown lady wasn't blessed in the height aspect the way Helene was, nor was she that endowed naturally, not much curves at the front, back or sides to speak of. Still, even though this female was all covered up in that outfit, she looked even better than her.Helene could tell that the diamond necklace resting around this female's neck was definitely worth more than her own gown in itself. She felt so overshadowed!Had she really fallen for the wrong Alpha, or was she born in the wrong pack? Was it true as well that the Moon Flame pack was hard up?She didn't want to believe the latter to be a fact but this Alpha Killian, de
"I'm here because I would like to introduce someone to you all, especially you, Anslan," Killian divulged, his gaze ultimately facing the jittery Alpha. "This person is someone you would love to meet, Anslan.""W-who is he, Your Majesty?" Anslan asked, curiosity already starting to gnaw at his insides."Not a he. But a she." Killian responded with an impish smirk.The latter began to think but couldn't come up with anything. He didn't want to believe that that person would be Bellatrix. The grass on her grave should be some feet high by now."Play some music, Moon Flame," Alpha Kilian ordered. At that, Moon Flame's musicians started playing soft music. "My dear mate, please step inside," Killian invited smilingly.At that, everyone turned to look at the entrance.The spotlight was also at the entrance. People knew he had a Luna called Katelyn. For sure, many had seen her before during the ceremonies she'd attended with Killian.She was the epitome of beauty, elegance and class. Some r
The man who was singled out was terrified; he didn't think this king's eyes were this sharp. And there were several others who also didn't applaud, even amongst the special guests. Why was he the only one singled out?His legs were buckling as he made his way to Killian."Don't be afraid. I won't kill you for your offence," Killian smiled, but the latter really couldn’t be reassured.Even though Killian patted his shoulder gently for emphasis, the man still shuddered as several chills rushed down his spine all at once. He dropped to his knees, "F-forgive me, your majesty. I'm sorry," he beseeched on all fours, his gaze to the floor."Henley," Killian called, and one of the duo who had been kicked down the platform earlier stepped forward."Yes, your majesty?""Take this bundle of nerves outside. Let him have a bit of 'fresh air',""Aye, Alpha," with that, the blond stepped forward and picked the brunet by the back of his shirt, taking him outside."Alright, I know 99% of you love to
“Such an occasion, and I wasn't invited. Now, that’s quite unfair, don’t you think, Anslan?” a masculine voice sounded in the hall, breaking the moment of silence.Many wondered who it was that dared to call Moon Flame's King's name without attaching first his title. It was more like this person saw Alpha Anslan as a small fry. How audacious!The people didn't have to wait long in puzzlement; the voice's owner emerged in the venue nanoseconds later. His belated entry marked a sudden shift in the atmosphere, his presence seemed to eclipse everything else.It was a face familiar to all the royals and nobles here— Alpha Killian.Quite a number of individuals parted their lips and broadened their eyes in disbelief.What was he doing here? How come none of the Moon Flame’s guards came in to report his arrival? Or did this man knock them out?Also, he was attired even better than Anslan or any other special guest here.Draping over his shoulders was a floor-trailing, thick black cloa