His Question

Walking behind Jerri, Raziya thought of running away. But, she knew Jerri was no fool to leave her behind if escaping was easy. Definitely, there would be people around, people behind. Besides, she was sure he'd hear her footsteps they moment she'd make an attempt.

So, it was pointless.

She humbly walked behind him, supporting her torn dress to her chest and wondering why the Alpha was calling for her. They came across a few people who couldn't take their eyes off Raziya. It was an act Raziya found humiliating as she felt they'd be mocking how dirty she looked. In her father's Palace, the only stare she received from people were stares of admiration, not the detestful ones she was getting from the lookers; beasts - as she still thinks for them.

As they walked by, she imagined them being so hungry for her flesh, for her blood. Perhaps, they wanted to pounce and feast on her. Well, that was all they were known for - blood - hungry.

She kept her head down the whole time, not wanting to look at any of them. When they finally got to the familiar door, she felt relieved. Even if the person behind the door was also unwanted, to her, he was better than the disrespectful eyes of the people.

Jerri opened the door and Raziya followed him in. She found the Alpha seated on his usual desk, eating an apple while staring at the door. He looked like he had been awaiting their entrance or the arrival of someone else as his eyes had just been pinned to the door. Whichever, there seemed to a hint of delight in them when they found Raziya.

"She is here, Alpha", Jerri reported, even though he could clearly see them.

Why was he always eating an apple? Raziya thought.

She watched him take a crunchy bite before putting his legs on the table in front of him.

"Go get Layla", he finally said, and with a bow, Jerri left the room.

It felt so awkward being in the room with the Alpha, especially with how noisy he slurped down the apple.

"How was your night, Princess?" He asked sardonically, but Raziya said nothing.

Sure, she didn't need anyone to tell her he was only looking for means to add to her frustration.

Jagger chuckled and adjusted on his seat.

"Why stressing your hands? Take them down from your dress", he stated menacingly, and although, Raziya said nothing still, she could feel the fear in her heart.

"I hate repeating myself, Princess", he waved at her and instantly, Raziya felt her hands become hot.

She winced and took them down from her chest, and effortlessly, the breasts came popping out.

Her face turned sour as she looked at the sniggering face of Jagger who was taking another bite from his apple. Badly, she wanted to hold up her dress again, but felt scared to.

So, she just stayed still and let him feed his eyes as much as he wanted.

After a while, she heard the door go open and didn't think twice about holding up her dress again. She didn't even look at Jagger as she didn't want to feel threatened by his glare.

Turning to the door, she found Jerri arriving with a lady who Raziya presumed would be Layla. But, who was she?

"Greetings, Alpha", the lady bowed meekly after throwing a gawp at Raziya.

She appeared common but beautiful.

"Raziya", Jagger called out, crossing his legs on the table. "Meet Layla, the chief servant. Or, should I say... your new head".

There was a brief pause. Raziya's face held no expression. But when it seemed more real, she goggled at the Alpha.

"I... I don't think I understand" She shook her head.

"Oh! Raziya, I thought you were smart", Jagger took down his legs from the table.

"It shouldn't be so complicated. Henceforth, you're a servant here in my pack, and this lady right here, will be your chief", he stated vividly, but Raziya's expression stayed blank.

"Layla, show her to her place of work" Jagger ordered and the lady responded:

"Yes, Alpha".

"Hold on, did you say servant?" Raziya suddenly snapped, her face all puckered.

"I don't understand. Are you making fun from all these? A servant? Really?"

"You heard me, Raziya..."

"Well, I did, but I'm not listening to you!" She took a step backward.

"It's bad enough that you brought me to this cursed place, tore the straps of my dress, had me locked up in a stinky dungeon, and made me sleep in a rathole. But this... trying to bring me to the lowest possible level is something I'd never bow for. I am a Princess! And twenty-four hours ago, I was in my father's Palace before you showed up and ruined it! I've tried to endure all the humiliations from yesterday because I felt I deserved it. But this... placing me among people that would kiss my feet on a normal day is something I'd never do. Never".

There was a stunned silence after her last word.

Alpha Jagger's lips had stopped chewing, his legs had stopped shaking and his eyes were at a point.

He stared at her - a long hard stare which she returned. And quietly, he let his apple fall to the floor and stood up.

Raziya's breath hitched as she watched him amble toward her, his steps being dreadful and his cold gaze, intimidating.

Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back and fought her diffidence, deciding not to look away. She's had enough and was ready to fight back.

He stood in front of her - very close and found it daring that she maintained the eye contact - despite the stored tears that burnt her eye.

At that point, Raziya could see a different side of him - a part that wasn't sarcastic, but evil.

It took her a lot to maintain the contact but shuddered when the hard words finally left his lips:

"Princess Raziya, will you be my servant...or not?"