She was going home with mixed feelings. She has bought three items with Mr Reyes money, one to piss off the butler, second to impress her step mother and third that she really wanted. She was pathetic for her reckless actions. Knowing Mr Reyes he won’t let it slide. She will have to pay for the fucking earrings. Arya sighted.
“I’m sure Mr Reyes will allow you to go to the city again.” She heard Jason telling her words of comfort.
“That’s a relief.” She responded looking back at the window of the carriage. They reached the mansion sooner than Arya expected. That butler will for sure run straight to his master and give a full report about the whole trip. Arya went straight to her room, she decided to take a bath to relax and get re
She was wearing them, the emerald earrings along with a green shimmering dress. She looked stunning, with her hair pinned up revealing her slender neck and a little make up to underline her eyes. She was a looker. Her Master didn’t say a word but the intensity of his gaze made her feel uncomfortable for a moment. They were heading for the dinner party at the Netherfel’s mansion. The carriage was swaying along with the horses pace and Arya felt how her stomach was getting more and more tense. She was taken to dinner parties before, well she was a child then and spent her time with other children but the idea itself wasn’t unfamiliar. In her room she was provided with different books so she went through the basics when it comes to etiquette but still she was anxious. A book is one thing, the reality is another. The carriage stopped and Arya took one deep breath to calm herself, Mr Reyes noticed it.
Mrs Doncastle was an Alpha and just as her younger brother, the host of this party, she was quite tall and lanky. Her hair was made in a tight bun and her thin lips pressed together as a sign of displeasure. She was wearing a light gray dress, elegant but without any unnecessary ornaments. Pure and simple. There wasn’t much of a feminine touch in her appearance, compared to Omegas like Arya she was simply .. less attractive. Her husband was an Alpha too, he was taller with dark hair and looked plain but wasn’t hurtful for the eyes. Wearing elegant clothes, he made a positive appearance. From what Arya had learned from Mrs Netherfell who suddenly had an urge to gossip and well let’s name it as it is, badmouth her husband’s family, he was into politics. He represented his county and had some resources in the form of land that was leased providing him with regular income. They weren’t amazingly rich but they managed. The real shock was the fact that Mr Doncastle had a mistress, an Omega
The party came to an end and all the guests were ready to go, Mr and Mrs Minchan went first, the old hag and her son followed, thus Mr Netherfel exchanged a few words with Mr Reyes with a wide smile. Then it was their turn and they said goodbye to the hosts and Mr and Mrs Downcastle, Arya was kinky enough to let a tiny bit of her pheromones while bidding farewell to Mrs Downcastle seeing her face flushed again. With a lifted mood she followed Mr Reyes back to the carriage. As they sat down and the coachman closed the door Mr Reyes released such amounts of his pheromones that Arya could barely breathe. She wasn’t aroused, those were the pheromones to suppress any disobedient Omega or even another Alpha. It was painful.“How does it feel, Omega?” His voice was cold and emotionless. Arya had to force herself to answer.
“I’m wearing a dress, Master.” She knew she was pushing it but she didn’t care. She was done with hopes and expectations and she wasn’t willing to beg. Not now and not ever again. She had her pride too.“I can see that much.” Arya could see some veins popping on his forehead. “Why this dress?”“It’s the only thing I own here, Master.” Arya stood erect looking him straight in the eyes. There was a moment of silence.“Looks like you are ready to go. Where’s your bag?” There was a strange expression on his face.&ldquo
From what Arya has learned Crimson Flower was an exclusive club for Alphas. But not any Alphas, you need to have an invitation. Someone from inside must send you one and give you a recommendation. What is more, Alphas were invited only accompanied by Omegas. Arya lived long enough on the street and was well educated by Cora so she knew what kind of a place it was. The rich Alphas brought their Omegas there, who definitely weren’t their real partners but side lovers. A nice looking Omega underlined the status of an Alpha, so they could brag about them and for sure, without any doubt, there was also sex involved. Arya wasn’t sure to what extend, but knowing her master’s kinks, she wasn’t willing to fuck with him in public. She looked at the invitation, it was a high class paper and the flower image was velvety in touch. Her Master looked pleased, not without a reason, he was invited to the inner circle of local nobility. It meant he was accepted as a fine Alpha and was able to enter bus
Arya looked at the blond Omega carefully waiting for her answer. Josephine looked pissed, she drank the wine in one go and stood up saying nothing. Arya continued with her champagne sitting alone. Mr Reyes looked for a moment in her direction but kept talking with the men. Arya finished and decided to go to the toilet. She felt nervous. No matter how well she was pretending, Josephine's words hit her badly. As soon as she stood up and walked toward the bar to ask about the toiled Mr Reyes was right behind her.“You want some more champagne?”“No sir, I was going to ask about the toilet” Arya was a bit surprised by his quick appearance.“It’s right ther
She didn’t want to look up at Mr Reyes, she wanted to be invisible. Few days ago he was hugging her, giving her the impression that she meant something to him. What an ass. She was nothing more but a toy to him. She knew that, but because of his actions she allowed herself to feel something towards him. Not love but a kind of connection. Now the true face of an Alpha was right in front of her. He said he wanted her trust, that she should feel safe. Safe my ass. Mr Netherfell was already touching his Omega and stroking her breast visible through the shimmering fabric.“What are your thoughts Omega?” No more Arya, she was an Omega now just like in his playroom.“Seagull.”This word suddenly crossed
The next few days passed in the well known routine. Arya kept practicing the piano, went for walks in the garden and she got really into calligraphy. Her handwriting has truly improved after writing down half of the paper sheets she has bought. Mr Reyes was busy all the time recently. He called her once to the playroom and after that Arya’s ass felt sore for a while, still it was better than the shit she witnessed back in Crimson Flower.Arya kept thinking about Megan, how broken she was. If only she could have done something for her. The sad truth was, that she wasn’t able to do anything for herself, not mentioning anyone else. Selfish world they were living in. If you can’t change something she must either learn how to live with it or try harder. Arya decided to try harder. Silas was a man, an Alpha. Alphas can be influenced by Omegas. She remembered Cora’s words. Today she was eating breakfast alone however the butler informed her she was expected to eat dinner with Master.The cun
“A question?” Silas crossed his arms. His stern look reminded Arya about their first meeting. Yet she was no longer a slave, now she was his wife and she was with a child. What is more she wasn’t the one who did something wrong, she wasn’t hiding anything. She suddenly felt she had an upper hand in the following discussion. “Yes my dear husband.” Arya sat down on Silas’ chair. ”Have you ordered your men to demolish my workshop?” There was a short flash in his eyes. He was shocked but not surprised. Arya suddenly deep inside already knew the answer. “Who told you such nonsense? Was that the Omega you met today?” He stepped inside the study and closed the door behind him. “Have you ordered it? Yes or no?” Arya asked again. “Will you believe me when I answer you? You seem to already know the answer.” He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. True Master of this place. “I need the truth Silas. Be it un ugly truth but still the truth.” Arya decided not
For a brief moment Arya didn’t know how to react to such a question. “Why are you asking me such a question?” She finally decided to ask back.Mehan was fidgeting with her fingers looking down on the table before she looked Arya in the eyes.“I ‘m not sure whether I should tell you this or not. I owe your husband my freedom, but I think I owe you even more. I owe you my life so I think you should know that.”The serious expression of Megan made Arya feel uneasy. Her stomach suddenly tightened, the first indication of stress.“What do you mean Megan?” “ The man that brought you the documents before we left, he works for your husband right?” “Yes.” Ary felt some cold tentacles crawling up her spine. “When I was working at the brothel I met him. He was into Carla, a Beta with curly brown hair. Once he brought three other men with him, they were celebrating something. All four of them were drinking and having fun talking about their business. From what they were talking I assumed they
Winter was slowly coming to an end. Every day the sun was shining a little bit brighter and longer. Every morning Arya was watching her reflection in the mirror carefully. Her body was changing. The belly was slowly growing and each time Ary was touching it she felt that the child was a real thing. Inside her a new life was growing.“You look amazing.” Her husband sometimes was hugging her from behind while his hands were resting against her belly. Then he would usually place a kiss on her nape and advise her to rest, relax and eat. Yet Arya’s conviction was firm, she wanted to stay active. Her underwear brand was doing well. Two weeks ago some new designs were presented and immediately picked up interest. Right now she was selling not only in her husband’s shop but also in two other places. The income was good enough to maintain all the costs and earn her a nice sum every month. Of course it wasn’t near as much as Silas would earn, still Arya felt satisfied that she was also contrib
Dancing and talking to all the guests finally wore Arya out. She needed a break and really looked forward to all of them leaving the mansion. The wedding however lasted till late at night. Arya managed to get back to her room and without taking off her dress threw herself on her bed. Her legs were hurting and all the tense feeling from the whole day finally left her. She was on the verge of falling asleep when the door opened. “Is my lovely wife trying to fall asleep in her own room on our wedding night?” Silas voice sobered her up. “No, I was just a bit tired.” Arya sat down on the bed.“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Silas took her hand and they walked out of her room. Arya followed him in the direction of the playroom. Fuck no. She wasn’t in a mood for something like that. Silas stopped in front of his bedroom. In one swift movement he took her in his arms and opened the door. “I always wanted to do that, carrying my wife inside our bedroom.” Arya’s heart started
Arya was taking a deep breath in and out. It was a moment of quiet for the first time this morning. She woke up early as usual and then a bunch of maids entered her private room. Arya was washed, some creamy mask was put on her face, her body was rubbed with a fragrant and relaxing oil. Next was her hair, it was dried and turned into curls and then pinned up and decorated with white flowers. Later was break time for Arya to eat something. After putting on some makeup Arya was dressed. The dress was magnificent, with sparkling lace, underlining her breast and waist, making her look princess-like. The maids even helped her put on earrings and a necklace of course. It all looked very expensive and Arya felt like some heroine out of a romance novel. After all that hustle and bustle she was finally left alone to rest for a bit before the ceremony would start. Arya came to the window, it was late autumn. Winter will soon paint the whole garden in white and grayish tones. Not even a year a
“Hmm, so now you are telling me that it is up to you what will happen to the family business?” He placed the glass aside.“You have no shame, don’t you care about your brother and sister? Have you ever thought about what might happen to them?” He looked nervous. He must have hated the situation when a pitiful Omega is about to make a decision concerning his future.“You are mistaken sir, I have no family. I’m an orphan. If I had a loving father I surely wouldn't be abandoned in a hell like the Institution.” Arya clenched her fists, she was ready to pour it all out.“You see, a loving father wouldn’t allow other men to beat his daughter and humiliate her. A loving father would care if she is cold and has enough food to eat. A father wouldn’t turn his back at a child that had to beg for food on the street. A decent man wouldn’t allow other men to treat his daughter like a sex object that can be bought and later disposed of.” Arya knew she wasn’t able to keep her tears from rolling. Stil
Fredric Bailey was a good looking man in his late forties. His hair had the light ouch of grayish color yet the way he was walking and his erect posture made him look younger. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a walking cane, that was an accessory rather than something he needed for walking.He had this noble atmosphere around him, even now sitting opposite Mr Reyes, he didn’t look like a man who came here to beg for favors. Baron Fredric Bailey had a serious expression and his way of speaking was very composed.“Mr Reyes, I’m glad you have found time for a meeting. I have a few issues I need to discuss with you.”“The pleasure is all mine.” Mr Reyes leaned comfortably and crossed his arms waiting for the other party to continue.“As you surely are aware Mr Reyes your recent actions have interfered with so far established ways of doing business. I believe as gentlemens we can find a proper solution that would be beneficial for both of us.” Then there was a pause. Baron was waiting f
The event turned out well. The man enjoyed the view of prosperity and a successful project, while the women had their share in gossiping and checking each other’s outfits. Arya was done with it, she only wanted to go back home. She had her urgent question she wanted to ask but for that she needed privacy and the right timing. Silas knows how to keep things a secret so it won’t be easy to make him speak if he doesn’t want to. On their way home Arya did what probably all other women were doing that very moment. She praised her fiance.“I must say that the marine is a really impressive project, I’m glad that it successfully ended. “ Arya grabbed Silas’ hand and smiled.“Me too, there is still much to do but it already starts to bring its profit.” Silas was beaming with joy. That celebration did him well.“I was so worried that the matter with the count would harm your business.” Arya decided to start it slow.“Well the count has his shares here too, so he gains as much profit as we do.
The door was opened and a tall elegant looking man faced Aya.“Good afternoon sir.” She greeted him.The man bowed a bit.“Good afternoon Miss Arya.” He was leaving and Arya went inside. As soon as the door closed Arya asked.“Who was that, Silas?” After engagement he decided that she should call him by his name, the Master thing was saved for the playroom. That was definitely a huge step forward.“Just a man who works for me to collect some information.” Silas smiled and placed a peck on her forehead. “Do you happen to know anything about that burglary in my workshop?” Arya sat down opposite the desk.“Unfortunately no, there were no traces and no witnesses. I’m sorry.” Silas sat down behind his desk.“Hmm, I have a request. Today I met an old acquaintance from Institution, her name is Megan. She was sold to a brothel, she’s around my age and I feel sorry for her.” Arya lowered her gaze, she knew she was asking about much but Megan was worth it despite her recent reaction.“You want