The Alpha’s Slave

Emery’s POV:

I sipped the drink slowly with a mischievous grin as I wiped off the glass’s mouth with my index finger.

“The Master granted me permission to do whatever it is that I want, and this is my time to make good use of the permission I was granted” I smirked mischievously at Maria who stared at me.

“What exactly are you going to do to her, Emery? Don’t you think you’re taking this hatred too far?” Maria arched her eyebrows, and I stared at her with annoyance.

“What’s the meaning of that? You don’t tell me what to do. I’ve already gotten permission from the Master Stone, what more do I need to make her miserable?” I laughed hysterically.

“I don’t think she has done anything wrong to you. It’s only fair you use your permission for something else, what if the Master gets furious with you?” Maria snapped, and I scoffed in disbelief.

“Why would he get angry with me? She’s a slave here, and not a Princess, besides I was granted permission to do whatever it is that I want” I clicked my tongue noisily.

“You’re a slave too, Emery. Why don’t you just be considerate? I don’t think what you’re planning to do to her is fair” Maria tried to convince me, and stretched my hand at her in fury.

“Shut up Maria! Don’t you dare say an f****** again if you don’t want me to put you in your place” I yelled at her, and she gulped hard.

Just then, I heard a faint knock on the door and smiles escaped my lips. I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me that the stupid slave is here. She’s too beautiful to be brought to this castle, I can’t afford to have a rival.

“Maria, get the door” I ordered, and Maria reluctantly stood up and walked straight to the door. She grabbed the doorknob and throw the door open. There stood the beautiful slave with an innocent face, anger engulfed me, but I tried to control myself.

“May I?” She spoke as calm as an angel. To be honest, her voice would be more nice if used to sing.

“Yeah” Maria showed her in, and she walked in visibly scared. She’s going to lose her so-called beauty by the time I’m done with her. She can’t be a threat to me with her beautiful face. The Master might decide to choose her as his favorite.

“Miss Emery? You sent for me?” She narrowed her eyebrows staring at me for a response. I sat on my huge bed with my legs crossed while I smirked at her mischievously.

“Shut up, you miserable piece of garbage! You f****** speak when I tell you to, you bi*ch!” I screamed at her, and she gulped nervously.

“I’m… I’m sorry” She mumbled. I stared at her very beautiful face for some time, and all I see in her is someone who will take the Master away from me. My hatred for her increased the more, and I gnashed my teeth in anger.

Madison’s POV:

I stood in front of Emery who was sitting and crossing her legs. She looked so beautiful like a princess. As a matter of fact, her room is nothing like the room of a slave.

She stood up, and walked closer to me. All I see in her eyes is hatred, and I wondered why.

“Who do you think you are to stand in front of me with your sandals on?” She shook her head with a scoff of disapproval. I quickly took off my sandals immediately.

“I’m sorry, Miss Emery. I’m new here, and I don’t know how things are being done” I apologized immediately while she rolled her eyes. The other lady stood at the other side of the room watching us.

“Get on your knees” She ordered, and I popped my eyes out in astonishment.

“Huh?” I scratched my head trying to wrap my head around why she was treating me like trash.

“What are you still standing there for? Are you going to kneel down, or do you want me to make it tougher for you?” She yelled at me, and I flinched. I went on my knees immediately because I didn’t want any trouble.

She grabbed my hair, and I winced in pains while she spoke with teeth gritted. She continued pulling my hair even hard.

“You lousy slave, I’m the Queen around here. You’re not allowed to ask me questions” She angrily uttered. I wanted to ask her what exactly I did, but I stopped myself immediately.

“Rodolfo?” She called, and the door creaked open. The guards Rodolfo and Basil walked in with a handcuff. I stared at them with arched eyebrows because I was confused, I thought Lady Delia told me that if I do everything I’m supposed to do as a slave then I won’t have any problems in the castle?

“Your hands!” Rodolfo spoke to me with a cruel voice, and I stretched forward my hands. He cuffed my hands with the handcuff.

“You know exactly where to take her, don’t you?” Emery snapped her finger, and they took me away while she followed. I still didn’t comprehend what they were up to. I can’t remember going against the rules and regulations.

They dragged me to the other entrance. I haven’t gone to that side of the castle ever since I was freed from the empty cold cell. They continued pushing me like I was a thief that was going to be slaughtered while Emery walked majestically behind us with a wicked smile. Is this really how miserable my life is?

We walked deeper and deeper. The deeper we went, the darker the place became. Why are they taking me here? Why is this place so dark and empty? Is this an order from my ruthless Alpha Stone of a Master? Did he order them to hurt me? Are they going to behead me?

Fear gripped me as I thought of them beheading me, and throwing my body in a pit…..

TBC….