The Alpha’s Slave

Chapter 26

BRIANNA’S POV

Last night, I slept in the garage. Catherine locked the doors on me and warned me not to step foot inside the castle until the following morning.

Luckily for me, one of Sebastian’s cars wasn’t locked. So I opened it and slept inside there. It wasn’t comfortable. But I had to manage. I had no choice. And it was just for the time being. My entire body ached so badly as evidenced by the uncomfortable night and the strenuous amount of work I had to do yesterday.

But I had to keep going. I still had loads of chores waiting for me. I thought of asking Catherine for a pain reliever. But erased the idea as quickly as it came since I knew she was still angry with me.

I had woken up before dawn as required of me and proceeded with the chores as quickly as possible. I started with the flower beds and gardens before Catherine could wake up and unlock the door. She had taken a longer time to do that and it made me wonder why. The other day she had woken up earlier than me.

I hadn’t eaten since yesterday and the juices of my stomach were threatening to eat through the walls of my stomach and intestines. But I had to do the chores efficiently and finish them in time before any other thing. I didn’t want Catherine to be angry with me again after everything that happened yesterday.

This morning, I had prepared her usual breakfast first before heading to my room to freshen up. I wore a shorter dress that was just a little above my knees today. There was no way that accident will repeat itself ever again.

After her breakfast, Catherine zoomed off, unannounced. She had worn make-up and a beautiful nude-coloured bandage dress that could be mistaken for a second skin, accentuating her curves. It made me think she was going out to a party. Or a date. And like that, I was left all alone in the huge mansion.

As it chimed noon, I decided to suspend every other thing and make her lunch. I didn’t know when she’ll be back. So I didn’t want to take any chances.

As she read from the paper yesterday, she liked to have plenty of salad with grilled chicken or fish, preferably salmon for lunch. And later in the evening, a snack of carrot or celery sticks. Asides that, she had nothing else for lunch.

As I prepared her meal, I wondered how she managed not to get tired of eating the same thing over and over again. Wondered if she ever ate ice cream or pizza or cakes or doughnuts. I don’t remember hearing any of those from the paper when she read it to me.

Well, I breathed out. It was nothing for me to worry about. Being the Luna, she’d always be in the public eye and needed to look good not only for them but also for Sebastian. I understood that perfectly.

I finished preparing the meal, and let it cool before wrapping and storing it in the fridge. Whenever she returned, I’ll just warm it up in the microwave before serving it to her. Since I wasn’t on food punishment today, I ate the leftover before continuing with the chores.

I spent the next hours cleaning, wiping, mopping and organizing before exhaustion finally took over. I retired to my chamber and in no time, surrendered to the gentle embrace of sleep.

A slam like a door violently swung open against the wall woke me and I jolted from the bed.

I heard the flower vase fall, followed by hitting and banging and more slamming on the furniture.

I began to shake almost uncontrollably as fearful thoughts built up in my mind. Was the castle getting robbed? Fear tightened its grip around me and my first instinct was to call Sebastian or Catherine immediately. But it struck me like thunder to realize I didn’t have their phone number not to talk of a cellphone.

Cautiously, I made my way to the sound source and the sight that greeted me left me frozen in shock.

The head of an unknown man was dug deep into the base of Catherine’s neck. His right hand rummaged the back of her hair and the other travelled somewhere inside her dress.

Catherine was moaning in between giggles. Almost breathless as her hands fumbled with something in his waist. In no time, she ripped off his belt, tossed it away, and pulled his slacks down desperately as he almost stumbled.

The man’s face was down all that while and I couldn’t see his face. I could only see his thick tawny-gold hair. And the bulge beneath his stretchy underwear when Catherine was busy pulling off his slacks.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

After ripping his slacks off, she rose immediately, grabbed hold of his bulge with a hand, drew him closer with her other hand and crashed her hungry lips into his, suckling into it as though it was her lifeline. Their giggles and moans were muffled in the depths of their mouth as their lips glided effortlessly against each other.

I didn’t know how long I stood glued to the spot, watching them with eyes that were on the verge of falling from their sockets.

I felt bad for Sebastian. He was somewhere in a business meeting not knowing his wife was sharing their matrimonial bed with another man. How could she be doing this to him? Sebastian was a good man. Better than most men I’ve met in all my years of living. And it didn’t look like something new. It looked like she’d been doing it for as long as she could have.

“Ohh Ken,” she breathed out as the man lifted her and balanced her on his waist. “You drive me so fucking crazy!”

“You drive me crazier,” his grip tightened on her almost exposed thighs and he buried his face in her bosoms. “Let’s get to bed,” he said as he started to make his way upstairs.

That name broke the spell that had me watching them. I gasped and held onto the wall for support as memories began to flash in my head.

His height, tawny-gold hair, hairy legs, moderately deep voice.

Oh no! That was Ken Johnson. The moment I heard them staggering upstairs, I tiptoed out of sight and ran back into my room to avoid being caught.