Chapter Seventy-Six

-Lara-

I woke up with a frown on my face this morning. Today is already a bad day, I decided. Every day was a bad day as far as I am concerned and the alpha is not looking my way. What was more, that stupid Jasmine was rubbing herself all over the place acting like she was more special than everyone else.

I was not happy that Adonai was entertaining her too and it was obvious he was beginning to have a thing for her. It makes me sick, knowing my chances with the alpha are getting slimmer by the day because of her.

I do not want to be a mistress. The only difference between being a mistress and a maid is the services we render. Sometimes, our existence does not count in the empire. I wonder how Vera and Agatha and so comfortable with being that.

As always, they were seated in the parlor we all shared, all of us, except that pompous Jasmine of course, who thinks she is too important to associate herself with us. She does not even eat with us.

“Why is your face squeezed this way, Lara?”