Then, take me.

Rachael's POV

In the smaller sitting room, I knelt beside Jessica's seat as she sat there to discuss with her wedding planner; a slender woman with long black hair.

My knees ached a little, but there was nothing I could do about it. Slaves were always supposed to kneel, and not to sit or stand under such circumstances.

Jessica paused a few times as they spoke, just to have a good look at me with a smile on her face. Surely, she was enjoying the sight, loving every bit of it.

I had no business being there with her. I was supposed to be in the kitchen doing the dishes or in my room having a good rest, but no, she wouldn't let that happen. She just couldn't let me be.

She went to the Alpha and shamelessly begged him (I won’t say she begged or did it shamelessly, more like ask… but my memories, my truth) to make me her personal servant.

And of course, Alpha Blackwood is always in favor of my misery, so yeah, he graciously gave me to her.

"Where exactly would you love your wedding ceremony