002 The Alpha's Girl

Dahlia's POV

I need to fix the dress.

I cut off the back area of the dress, wring it tight before tying a knot in the middle. It's now an irregular bandeau to tie over my breasts from behind. The knot in the middle of my chest, and its two ends draping down my back, one side a little longer than the other.

The skirt area is too tight, so I can only fold it along its diagonals into a longer triangle before I sew it around my waist.

He wants to show my body? I WILL show them!

My bare neck and waist barely covered under two pieces that have no shape would definitely trigger that perfectionist's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"You can't go like this! All you do is embarrassing him, you devil woman!" Barke eyes nearly pop out when he sees me, huffing angrily as I pass him.

Like I'd care.

Barke speeds up to block my way and I walk right into him. He dodges -- he doesn't dare touch his Alpha's sex slave.

Even a sex slave, I belong to an Alpha, and am not to be humiliated just by anyone.

"Just because he tolerates you doesn't give you the right to piss over him however you want!" Barke barks all the way, even till I push open the two-piece door of the noisy party.

Well...when I fling open the door. Seriously, too light a door for werewolves.

The whole room falls into a sudden silence, and instantly I spot his eyes over the crowd.

No matter where he is I can always do that, because when his eyes land on my body it burns.

He is lying on his luxury leather couch with both his arms over the back of that expensive piece of furniture, surrounded by his friends -- all rich assholes and bitches -- with a drink swinging in his hand in a lazy but elegant move.

He IS a peacock, but this is a man rightful to be one --

With his dominant aura, his god-like look, and his smoking-hot body, he is the king in any and every room.

His pupils shrink like a hungry beast at the sight of me. He's angry. I curve my lips, satisfied at my stunt.

It's getting easier to irritate him now. His patience toward me is running out, I can feel it. When it does it's my death or my freedom.

Either is better than right now.

There was a time when he was gentle with me. Three months ago when he just enslaved me. He would cuddle me when I cry and indulge me when I wish. He adored me just like one does when they get a new toy.

But now he sends me broken dresses and frowns at the mere sight of me.

I should show up naked next time instead of trying to save his shreds of dignity in front of his friends.

"Alpha, you sent for me?" I walk up to him with a perfect smile as if his intention of humiliation didn't reach me.

It didn't. It's hanging on me, in two pieces.

Doesn't even want to talk to me, he just snorts coldly, darting his eyes off me in obvious dissatisfaction as he empties his drink in one gulp.

Under his arm sits a woman, Lola. One of his betas. One of the best women warriors in his pack. One of his mistresses.

He wouldn't admit it, but it's too obvious.

He doesn't even realize his attitude toward her is special. He smiles at her when he never does to any of his other betas. Lola is allowed in his mansion without approval. Even I can't do that. I have to get his approval if I merely want a breath of fresh air outside his garden.

But who am I but a mere sex slave? His respect for me is too much to ask for in the first place.

"Wow!" Lola lets out a surprised chuckle, her eyes scanning me with obvious hostility, "Damon, please don't tell me this is the dress you asked me to deliver her earlier. The 2.5 million dollar piece?!"

Oops. My stomach twitches a beat when I hear that number, but I manage to maintain my guilt-free smile: "The style wasn't fit, so I took the liberty to upgrade it. You don't mind, do you, Alpha?"

"Didn't like how it was, huh? What DO you think you deserve?!" Lola lets out a cold sneer.

Not her insult at least. She hates me for no good reason. I have never crossed her.

"Apparently nothing is good enough for her," Alpha Damon shoots me a sullen look, but he wouldn't even address me but just talks to Lola instead, his blue eyes freezing cold, "I guess I should have learned my lesson by now."

He's pissed, and he can't let it out here and now. Now I'm enjoying my party.

"So this is the mysterious beauty that got you spellbound recently?" A guy slaps his lap, laughing in a vile tone, "She's wild! And so fucking hot! No wonder the 'ice man' is getting his ice broken every day!"

Alpha Damon shoots a despising frown at me, sneering coldly: "Just a pastime."

I stand there with my perfect smile, pretending his words doesn't hurt me.

What an interesting nickname -- the ice man. Accurate, too. Even in the early days of my enslavement when he was the nicest with me, I rarely saw his smile.

Now he's colder to me than ever.

"To you men, hot is just the same as slutty, isn't it?" Lola rolls her eyes, shooting that guy a cold glare.

I know she is arragnat. After all, she is "the Alpha's girl", but still I didn't expect her to insult HIS friends like that.

I look at him, and he cocks an eyebrow before letting out a light snort as if she said a funny joke.

See? She can trash me like that and he wouldn't even care.