Get Ready

Drake

The sudden sensation of cold water on my skin jolted me awake, and I sat up, startled and annoyed. I was about to shout in anger, but then I remembered where I was. I was no longer an Alpha, I was just a servant here. I tried to shake off the feelings of indignation, reminding myself that this was the situation I had chosen.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of the water dripping from my body, the feel of the cold stone beneath me. I tried to steady my breathing, to bring myself back to the present moment.

“Get up, you lazy brats,” a voice said, the words sharp and cutting.

I turned to see an older man standing in the doorway, a look of disgust on his face. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was six o'clock. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had been awake all night, that I was exhausted and sleep-deprived.

But I knew that would only make things worse, so I bit my tongue and forced myself to stand. I gave him a small nod, trying to keep my face impassive.

I tur