CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Maggie's pov
"Ma'am" a soft voice sounded outside my door. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and that was because whether it was from a milestone or from the middle of a very hot wet dream, I'd remember the owner of that voice. It was Sarah, the only person I had let up in my room since that ugly incident at Julian's bedroom. It'd been four days since Julian fell into a spiritual coma and for all four days except the first day, Sarah had been my company since I shut out the remaining members of this household. I asked her to come inside of course but when she did, she remained at the threshold looking at me as though a cat had got her tongue.
"Speak Sarah!"? I demanded.
"The beta and the gamma had asked me to inform you that dinner is ready and that you are to come down to eat"
'You know more than anyone else in this house that I wouldn't so why did you bother? Tell them I said I'm not hungry and that I'm grateful for them"
'Please ma'am. I cannot return to them without you… please, you must come with me or else" I cut her in.
"I'm down with a very disturbing headache and the last thing I want is an addition to it so please, just go back and tell them I'm grateful for their invitation but I cannot come down because I'm sick and require rest".
'Okay ma'am," she said and reluctantly turned around. It was obvious I wasn't at the very least sick but she knew better than trying to drag the issue with me. Once she left, I walked to the door and bolted it from the inside, and went back to my bed for another round of sleep because sleeping was the only one I alternated my mourning with. More knocks from different people came but I didn't respond. I'd switched off the phone Julian had given to me so reaching me through my fault wasn't possible. All I required was my alone time. I still haven't forgiven myself for what happened to Julian. I knew Alpha Kane would make sure to find me regardless of what he had done to Alpha Julian… especially now that he had done this to Alpha Julian. Knowing Alpha Kane, he'd find me and make me pay for fleeing with what was supposed to be a repayment of my father's debt one day. I also fear that because of my past with Alpha Julian, things might probably not go well for us when he wakes up because I need answers and I wasn't sure if he'd be willing to provide them. My mind kept on running a thousand miles until I fell asleep, this time hoping to have no nightmare of Julian fucking me. I was tired of having an orgasm-provoking dream where I'd always wake up horny with zero to little means to satisfy the craving between my legs.
Thankfully morning came and I woke from a dreamless sleep. Light rays were already streaming into the room from the little space in my window where the curtain didn't cover. My room was in a complete mess because I was too tired to arrange it last night and I didn't let Sarah make my room.? I got up from my bed and took my time to arrange my room and place everywhere in order.?
I decided to have a moment before outlining what my day would be like. I was on my phone scrolling through feeds on Instagram when the atmosphere suddenly went from warm to chilly. I jumped down from my bed and rushed across the other room to the bathroom. Still shivering, I turned on the shower and allowed the water to fill the tub, and when it was fairly warm, I poured in a nice amount of my vanilla - cinnamon body wash, strawberry-scented body wash, and a bit of rose water into the tub and wait patiently for the bubbles to form. While I waited for the bubbles to form I stripped off my Pajamas and shortly afterward I climbed inside the tub and settled inside to allow the mixed water to soothe my skin and calm my nerves. Stress effects were already evident on my skin- I was wrinkling out and I needed to subdue it. I laid silently without movement or noise for roughly five to six minutes to allow the water to relieve my skin before I proceeded to massage my body with the lather from the bath water, softly grabbing and pulling on my skin to relieve the stress that had welled in my pores. For that moment, I allowed myself to just breathe and be me.
I started from my shoulders to the back of my neck before maneuvering my way to my chest. Gathering my left breast, I gave the flesh there a little tug, mashing the soft skin to my palm then gave the nipples a trivial pinch before gliding my hands to my right breast and I repeated the same movement I did on the first. A delicious soft moan escaped my mouth as my hands continued to drive my senses to ecstasy. When I finished with my breasts, I allowed one hand to slide from my chest, down to my belly button, and to my waistline while the other skimmed to the spot between my legs that had been anticipating and begging my attention.?
Holy fuck! I squirmed in delight when my fingers brushed the soft in my clitoris, causing me to throw my head back in deep relish of my self-pleasure. Still, in dire need to quench my frustration, I swiftly slipped two fingers into my pussy hole but brought them out in the same instance… I wanted to go according to one of the dreams I had about Julian, and if I went in that direction, I'd be doing otherwise. Spreading my legs further apart, I slipped my fingers in again, only this time I did not fully remove them but instead I allowed them to play at my entrance while I increased the pace of my strokes, thrusting my fingers in until there was no space for entry.
'Go on all four," a voice that sounded like Julian's said in my mind and I obliged. I stood up from my almost laying position and went into all four. My knees parted on the floor of the tub, my hands holding the slippery edge, my back fully arched waiting for the moment and my head slightly bent backward, facing the full-length reflector screen, plastered on the wall as I felt a reckless urge to watch myself. Freeing my right hand from its grasp on the tub's edge, I directed it to my damp core, thrusting and thumping as I went farther and farther. My moaning knew no bounds, but I was uncomfortable.?
Very uncomfortable.
'lay flatly on the floor of the tub with your legs widely apart but arched at the knee side and your head resting on the wall of the tub, collect a mouthful of saliva from your mouth, spread the moisture evenly on your fingers, and then for starters, use one finger and subsequently add more and while doing so, gather your left nipple between your fingers and gently tug at them," the same voice that sounded like that of Julian said again and I found myself obeying it without any form of unwillingness. At that moment I had already begun to feel my orgasm build up.
'Aarrgh yes", I screamed, driven wild by the sensation I felt from myself sweet treachery. Instinctively, my hands filed to my boobs, engaging them in a hard tug, gripping and pinching my hard as fuck nipples.? My reflection in the mirror was insanely hot and sexy too and it made me push further. Higher and higher my moans grew, filling the air and blocking my brain from any thought. I increased the speed of my fingers which gave rise to the enormous brooding splendor I was feeling in my stomach, as before. My body shook, quivered, and vibrated against the cold hard surface of the tub, matching the rhythm of the rapid thumping of my fingers, prompting me to find my release earlier than I'd prefer.
I was panting hard as I climbed down from my high. Darn it! I exclaimed, still choking out, strings of heavy breaths.
'Good girl, now clean your fingers with your tongue" the same voice as before reverberated against my rib cage. I cleaned my fingers with my tongue, sucking and nibbling them. I was down from my horse and finally ready to have my bath, only I wasn't having a warm bath anymore. I needed a cold bath as I was fired up by my orgasm.?
I went under the shower head and let the cold water pour all over me, rinsing off the sweat and cum that was sticking on my body. I grabbed my hair wash bottle from its rack and emptied a decent amount of the thick fluid into my palm before massaging it on my scalp.? After I finished with my hair, I rinsed the shampoo foam from my hair and let the water rinse the remaining part of my body except for between my legs, where I gave a little more scrubbing. When I felt I was clean enough, I turned off the shower switch and grabbed a towel with which I cleaned my body before wrapping myself in my fluffy white robe. I was famished as fuck when I finished with my routine but I was still unwilling to eat. Not until Julian woke up at least.? Sighing, I went to resume scrolling on my phone but a sudden knock on my door interrupted me and I went to open up thinking it was a guard or a maid but to my surprise, it was Greyson, Ryder, and Clara all holding trays of food on their arms and Sarah behind them, carrying an extra tray that contained what looked like my favorites… pancakes, waffles, eggs, coffee, bacon, sandwiches, and fish.?
'Since you've refused to join us for food or eating at all, we've decided to be eating in your room from this day onwards until you feel comfortable to be eating with us in the dining room," Greyson said.
Wait! What?
I was mortified!?
Before I could even think of what to say, Clara came forward and I instinctively flinched. A look of hurt and guilt flashed across her eyes but was replaced with remorseful tears.?
'I'm so sorry, El. I shouldn't have spoken or acted so poorly with you. I'm embarrassed of myself knowing there is no justification for my actions. But I want you to know that I'm truly sorry for what I did and would do anything to make it up to you" she sniffed and cleaned her tears. 'I understand if you don't forgive…"?
'I forgive you" I cut her in, as my tears surfaced. After my friends left, I had this hollow in my heart but gearing Clara to say all these things, I felt the space got filled up. And that made me so emotional—the genuineness of her words.?
'Stop crying now El. You really look ugly when you cry and we don't Julian waking up to see a beast instead of his beauty" Ryder said and we laughed.
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'You haven't touched your food since we got here. Are you not hungry or is our presence a bother to you?" Ryder asked. His raspy voice brought a blush to my face. The truth is, I've mastered eating just a little, regardless of the quantity or variety of food I was served, courtesy of my former Alpha. Back there, we were only allowed to feed once a day and that was only in the afternoon. Most times, we eat half of whatever we are served and leave the rest for the evening…breakfast is the most important meal of the day, they say but was never applicable to us. The only slaves' opportune to eat breakfast were the ones that did the morning dishes, whatever scrub remained was officially ours to eat, but of course, you would pray to not get caught.
"Not at all… there's too much to choose from and it confuses me"