Slaved To The Alpha

“I think Mabelle should do it. Balance the blood on her face and let Grant know that you can definitely fight, and he will definitely beg to get you back.” One of the them utter, they feel so full of themselves, I bet they can’t even fend for their lives when it actually matters, tsk, if only I could teach them a lesson, but teaching them a lesson would surely give me ending up imprisoned, I’d rather not have that at the moment, I’m so close to my goal, just one more night, then bye bye pack, and hello to being a rogue, I bet they don’t even know anything about being alone, I’m sure everything was handed to them the moment these brats were born.

Yeah, I’m sure they don’t know a single thing from surviving alone, other than leeching off of someone else’s success. The blood on my face was getting irritating, I wanted to wipe it off so bad, but I didn’t have anything on me that I could use at the time. I didn’t want to use what I was wearing since I knew that I’d just get scolded anyways. Whatever I do, I’m always in the wrong action, but I’ve been accustomed to that kind of harsh treatment, but all of that will end once I get out of here and get a fresh start, just by myself, no one else telling me to do that, to do what they want, I’ll be my own master, and no one else’s.

“Yeah! Mabelle, would you do the honors? I think someone needs a little lesson about not picking a fight with us.” One of them said I wasn’t even trying to pick a fight with them. I was just admiring the scenery, the hall, and the chandelier. I wasn’t even looking at them first. I’m very sure that they were the ones who approached me, not the other way around; seriously, they all think like Asthrid.

I don’t even know why they are trying to pick a fight against me. Is it because I am fated to Grant? Wait, they don’t know anything about that yet, so why would they be picking a fight with me? I didn’t even do anything to them. I haven’t met any of them yet, and they are all acting like we’ve been fighting for years. What is wrong with them?

A couple of moments, everything was just silent. They were all staring at me, and I was just staring at the floor so that I would not make eye contact with them. I had it with these types, and they just walk all over types like me. They think that they are better than almost everyone here, including me.

But I know these girls types, and they’re basically the lower version of Asthrid Olimp. They like to assert dominance. They want to read the room. They take control of the situation, and they like being in charge of everything. They are the types wanting to be the center of attraction, but no, that won’t work for me. If they try to touch me even in the slightest and I feel threatened, I will retaliate. I will make sure to stand my ground against these morons. I won’t let them push me around, I already get plenty of that back at home, but I don’t serve under them, so I get to pick whether to defend myself or not.

Then a woman approached me. She was at the back of the group earlier, and I don’t know about her. But, I guess that she was the one they were mentioning earlier, Mabelle. She looked mean, like meaner than Asthrid. But, she looked like she could talk about being pretty or being perfect for hours with no end. I guess that she was acting as some kind of leader for these girls, pretty pathetic. So that’s why I am so sick of serving under someone. Almost everywhere I go, they are either a master, or someone serving under a master.

She was smirking at me. I wanted to punch her, right in her little smirk. But I didn’t want to cause a scene. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my plan. So I think I would just rather swallow my pride not to be left, imprisoned, and serving under Asthrid. I just need to survive and endure one more night, and everything will be over in an instant.

“So, who are you supposed to be? Did someone dig you up from a rat’s nest or something? You poor thing. There is food in the kitchen if you are hungry. Just thank me later, okay?” She told me with a sarcastic tone of voice, and I swear these girls are morons. When I usually encounter people like this, I usually like to think that they were abandoned by either their father or mother when they were young. So they want to increase their self-esteem by making other people feel bad and worse. Still, after enduring many years of Asthrid Olimp’s harsh treatment of me, this is just child’s play for me. Anything they say or will ever say to me, I’m sure, has already been told to me by no other than Asthrid Olimp.

I was still silent here. I didn’t want to make the situation worse since talking back to these morons will just get me in trouble, and they won’t even get a warning. Of course, everything will be my fault and all that. But, I am aware of these girls’ play styles, so I thought just to let things play out and see what might happen next.