I remembered what had happened at that party. I winced as I recalled everything I had felt that night.
The humiliation I felt.
It was nothing compared to the pain I felt when she betrayed me, but it still hurt me because I remember the way Betty made a mockery of me. She made me look self-obsessed and proud.
Betty showed up at the party with a rogue girl accompanying her that night. Selena was a rogue as she had committed petty theft and forgery. My father, the Alpha, didn't want to imprison her since she was so young. Instead, he enslaved her. Selena didn't argue and accepted her fate, as it was better than being jailed for life.
Needless to say, it wasn't the most uncommon to bring someone like that as your personal maid, so no one ever batted an eye when Betty decided to bring Selena to the party. I wouldn't have either, except...
The girl was wearing the same dress as me!
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't angry because a slave girl wore the same dress as me. I was angry because I
