The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

Amelia put a call through to the psychiatrist like I told her to. She successfully scheduled a session for Catherine first thing tomorrow morning. That was the best thing for Catherine. She was losing it. I couldn’t bear living with someone who would always attempt to hurt or kill herself each time we argued. I didn’t want to be responsible for anyone’s death.

With Amelia’s help, I managed to calm Catherine and gave her sedatives. She almost fell from the balcony, and the incident had deeply shaken her. If I hadn’t been there to calm her down, she might have had another of her panic attacks. Once she fell asleep, I hurried off to check on Brianna. Before I left, I made sure Amelia or any of the other maids around kept a close watch on her, in case she woke up and attempted something crazy and dangerous again.

When I reached the cell room and saw Brianna, I was relieved to see that she was okay. She asked if I was doing well, probably because of the black eye she’d seen. But that wasn’t important at the moment. She didn’t have to worry about it even though my head was still spinning from last night’s hangover and some parts of my body were in pain from the fight with Hermes at the funeral. I needed rest seriously. But that could wait. The only important thing at that moment was knowing if the maids attended to her yesterday. If she had eaten and showered and was well taken care of. She said they didn’t, confirming my doubts. They hadn’t even given her breakfast this morning.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

My temper crossed to almost uncontrollable on hearing that. The head maid had a lot of explanation to do. How could she give the days off to the other maids without informing me? Just how?!

Walking a few steps away from the cell, I nearly collided with a maid carrying a tray of waffles, crispy bacon, and orange juice. Another maid stood by her side.

“Is that for Brianna?”

“Yes, my lord,” the one carrying the breakfast answered, as they both dipped to a courteous bow.

“Why did it take you so long to bring her breakfast?” I asked, my tone stern, while the maid avoided my eyes, clearly nervous and fearful.

I usually treated my maids with kindness and made them feel welcome. But after their actions yesterday, I had to be strict so they wouldn’t take my kindness and generosity for granted.

“I’m sorry, my lord,” she apologized, her gaze on the food as she didn’t want to look me in the eyes. “I had prepared it earlier and wanted to serve Miss Brianna then. But the incident with Luna Catherine called for concern. It caught our attention. That was what delayed me.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, letting out a puff of angry breath that seemed to subside after listening to her explanation.

“Next time, even if the whole world is falling apart, make sure to serve her breakfast on time. Understood?” I cautioned her, making her nod repeatedly, looking frightened like a scared child.

“Yes, my lord.”

“And you?” I shifted my gaze to the other maid standing beside her with her head bowed low. “What are you doing here with her? Shouldn’t you be occupied with your duty?”

“I…I just wanted to know if Miss Brianna wanted any other thing I could help her with while she served her,” she stammered her answer, trying to avoid my gaze.

“No need for that. Let her take care of Brianna’s needs. Go get the head maid and tell her to come see me in my office immediately.”

She nodded promptly and raced out while the other one went into the cell room to serve Brianna.

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I hadn’t visited my office in quite a long time, but it still looked pristine. I made sure the maids kept it clean regularly.

On the mosaic-patterned wall were large smiley portraits of me and the straight, serious faces of some of the executive members of the Association of Alpha Kings. Paperwork I still couldn’t remember what was written in it, an expensive glass figurine and a laptop were well arranged on the ornate glass table. The breeze seeping in from the window diffused the delicate floral scent of what I assumed might be the cleaning supplies the maids had used in cleaning the office and the crusty, woody scent of old papers, making it fill the atmosphere of the office.

I stood by the window, looking out through it, the breeze seeping in and whipping my face. The headache I felt was pounding and spreading. And my eyes seemed like they’d close at any moment.

Gosh!! I really needed a long sleep to revitalize. More than ten hours if possible.

I was about to sit when I heard a tap on the door.