The Alpha’s Slave

CATHERINE’S POV

“Get out,” I said to the maid as I got up from bed and strengthened my hair to loosen some tight curls.

“Em…em…I’m sorry Luna Catherine. But Alpha Sebastian gave me strict orders to not leave you on your own.”

I spun around, shocked and mad at her words. I had no idea Sebastian gave such orders. That explained why the maids have been swarming around me like bees after I almost jumped off the balcony.

“Excuse me?” I asked, my face contorted with rage. “What do you take me for? A five year old? Your baby? As you can see I’m doing perfectly fine on my own and don’t you or any of the other maids to babysit me. Now, don’t let me repeat myself or you’ll be losing your job faster than you can blink. Get the hell out of my room!!”

She was a bit hesitant at first. She tried to say something. But seeing the furious look on my face, she gave up and rushed out of the room.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Stupid maids. How dare them monitor me, their mistress and Luna like I was their child. I couldn’t believe Sebastian ordered them to do that.

Letting out a sigh, I proceeded to preparing myself for the day to go carry out my plan. I was so happy it crossed my mind. That slave girl won’t know what hit her. By this time tomorrow, she’ll probably be dead and her corpse dumped off like the garbage that she is.

I showered, made my hair, wore makeup and slid into a sexy mini dress, just for Sebastian. Even though he hardly let his gaze linger on me ever since he brought back that bitch into this castle, I still needed to appear sexy, hot, and ready for him of he needed me. Once that bitch is out of the way, he’ll go back to worshipping me like he used. And I promise never to let him go back to that slave auction to buy another slave even though it was mandatory for them – The Alpha Kings. I will come up with the perfect act as usual to stop him from going if I have too.

I went downstairs and after having my breakfast, made my way to kitchen where some of the maids were busy with their chores.

“Who is in charge of the slave girl’s meals?” I asked, my eyes scanning the surrounding filled with maids with terrified looks on their faces. They looked at me as if they had done something wrong and were afraid I’ll find out and punish them for it.

I enjoyed seeing the fear in their eyes. Unlike Sebastian, who was too easy on them, I was strict and treated them just like the maids they were. Sebastian always urged me to go a little easier on them. But I won’t. I never will. They’re all low rank wolves, like that slave girl and should be treated as nothing more than that. They could never measure up to me or possess what I have in a thousand years to come. So there was no way I could treat them as equals.

A few seconds later, one of the maids, who had medium height, red hair, and freckles, raised her hand nervously.

“I…I am, Luna Catherine,” she stuttered, her head facing down. “I prepare her meals.”

“Good,” I smirked in delight. “Come with me.”

We went outside of the castle to the lawn where I was sure no one will watch or try to eavesdrop on our conversation.

“What is your name?” I said gently, trying not to frighten her more.

“I’m Vivian, my Luna,” she replied, bowing politely. She looked scared and couldn’t help fidgeting.

“Ok, Vivian,” I tried to calm her, seeing how scared and nervous she was. “You don’t need to be afraid. You have done nothing wrong. I just need you to do something very important for me.”

“Your wishes are my command,” she bowed again and I smirked some more. This will be easier than I thought.

“Let me go straight to the point,” I came closer to her. “I want you to poison her meal.”

Her eyes flew wide open in shock. And I felt her pulse quicken.

“But…But—‘

“No buts,” I cut her off, placing my hand on her shoulder. “If you do this for me, I will triple your pay. You’ll become my personal and favourite maid. And I will give you whatever you want. Anything you ask for.”

“Anything?” She asked, her eyes fixed on me, gleaming.

“Yes. Anything.”

She looked away, lost in thought. Like it was the most important decision of her life, as if she was trapped in a difficult situation.

“Can I take a day or two to think about this?”

“No,” I said firmly and quickly. “I want it done today, right now, while you serve her breakfast.”