“I am Faria,” the maid finally introduced herself. She looked middle-aged and was wearing a black shirt paired with black. pants. On her pocket was embroidered a golden rose. Her black hair was neatly tied in a low bun. “I have been asked to attend to you.”
“I am River.”
The maid shrugged. “I don’t care about your name. You are just a breeder. But if you like I can call you River.”
River swallowed the humiliation. Obviously, the breeder was considered too low. “I would very much like that,” she replied. Faria shrugged again. “You have to take a bath now. Alpha Hunter will be out for half of the day, but Rosalie would like to see you. She has asked me to dress you up and take you to her.”
River felt like she was some dog to be taken to the owner for show purposes. “Who is Rosalie?”
Faria took a deep breath in. “She is the future Luna of the Lycan King,” she said condescendingly implying that she would be used and thrown. Soon. “She will be marrying the Alpha as soon as you are pregnant.”
River felt… ****. And she was surprised as a ***notion flashed through her that she was also… jealous.
She pursed her lips.
The queen of the Veil wanted to see the mistress of the Veil. Her heart cried at the word ‘mistress’ but that was the truth. At least mistresses lived. But breeders?
River’s room was a cozy little place. There was a small four poster bed in the center. Cupboards and wardrobes lined the brick wall on the other side. There was a small fireplace. The bathroom door opened in the corner.
Faria helped her take a bath as though she was a mutt who was supposed to be present in a breeding show. She brushed her with hard bristles till her skin started burning. Then after helping drying, she applied a lot of body lotion on her and blew dry her hair roughly.
River felt… miserable. What had her destiny brought her into? She had one chance to run away and that was ruined. The maid made her wear a simple deep blue polyester dress that fell till her knees and had a round neckline. The full length sleeves added to its drabness.
“We have already gotten very late, murmured Faria as she brushed her hair. “I was supposed to take you to his room, but let us go to meet Alpha Hunter in the dining hall itself. I hope he doesn’t get angry.
He needs to go to train the warriors now.” She tossed the comb on the dresser and dragged River with her to the dining hall. While going there she said, “Be polite. Keep your head low and be submissive. If Lady Rosalie asks you questions, you are supposed to answer them, okay? But don’t show your aggressiveness. We wouldn’t want to be on Lady Rosalie’s bad side.”
River nodded, not liking it one bit. But did she have a choice? She was just an omega who was treated far worse in her own home.
When they reached the dining hall, River noticed how big and plush it was. A large dining table that could seat at least sixteen people was set in the center. Lavish food and flower vases decorated the top.
A chandelier with a gold chain was hung right in the center, illuminating the whole place brightly. There was exquisite deep mahogany polished furniture. Servants buzzed around, carrying trays of food or other things.
Her gaze went to Hunter who was sitting at the head of the table. He looked refreshingly young and handsome. When their gazes locked, she forgot to breathe. With difficulty, she dragged her gaze away from his piercing one.
Right next to him on the left was Mia who beamed to see her. And on his right sat a blond woman in pink. Rosalie. Her beautifully brushed hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink silk dress. Her lipstick was pink and even the pins in her hair were pink.
Rosalie gave her a condescending look and in a very soft voice said, “Oh, so she is the breeder?”
“Yes, Lady Rosalie,” said Faria.
Rosalie narrowed her eyes and said, “Take her to the servants’ quarters. She can eat food over there.”
River’s eyes filled with tears at this blatant insult. She was being treated so terribly. It was like falling from the pan into the fire.
“Sit here, River,” Hunter growled, giving Rosalie a withering look as he pointed to a chair next to Mia.
Rosalie jerked her head back, stunned. She stuttered, “B- but Alpha Hunter, breeders don’t sit with the royals,” she pointed.
Hunter placed his spoon on the plate. He wiped his ***and said, “When was the last time you saw or encountered a breeder, Rosalie?”
Rosalie was flustered. “I-I haven’t met any breeders before this one, but-.”
Hunter continued, “The last breeder who came to the Veil was some fifty years back. How would you know how they are treated?”
Now Rosalie was completely flabbergasted. Rage bubbled inside her at obvious humiliation. How could Hunter speak with her so rudely? She was going to be his future wife. She gulped down her humiliation, feeling extremely awkward. Then she lifted her eyes and gave a murderous glance to River and said, “I have read about them in the library.” But she only read what their purpose was. There was nothing about how they were treated. But according to her, the breeder was a lowly being. Like groveling in the hierarchy The Alpha had to use her womb to have his pups and then she would be thrown. Maybe she would spend the rest of the days in a dungeon.
“Go read more,” he said. Ignoring Rosalie he pointed with his chin to River to sit. Faria nudged her and River walked to sit next to Mia, loosing a tight breath.
The servants served her breakfast, and River noticed how Rosalie was still glaring at her without eating food, while Hunter’s gaze was caressing her.
After a few minutes, Hunter said, “We have a charity ball tonight. The money will be going to the orphaned pups. Would you like to join it, River?”
“What?” Rosalie snapped. “How can she join? It is only for the elite Lycans. She is an omega werewolf and that too your breeder! People will gossip about us. It can become a full blown scandal!” It was her idea to organize the charity bail.
Rosalie had prepared the guest list tediously. Having River in the ball was going to be scandalous. She wanted to impress Hunter and show him her capabilities as a hostess by organizing such a huge and important party. She had called only the royals and elite Lycans. Hunter wasn’t even ready to host it but then she got an idea of making it a charity ball. And Hunter couldn’t refuse it.
Hunter took a deep breath and pinned her with a glare. “No one will gossip.”
Rosalie winced. She couldn’t believe that the Lycan king was giving so much importance to an omega breeder rather than her. She clenched her teeth as her fists curled tightly.
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