Her heart was beating like crazy and the sweet ice turned bitter in her mouth. Her expression must have changed a lot because Jason asked her:“Something’s wrong madam?”It took Arya a moment to answer his question.“Yes sir, I’m fine. Do you mind if I go to that shop across the street? You can see the entrance from here and you can finish your coffee.” She pointed to the shop’s blue door.“Thank you madam, I will join you in a moment.” He bowed when she stood up to head for the shop. She calmed down, took a few deep breaths and crossed the street. Passing by a shop's window she took a gla
“The Golden Cat” was written on the signboard. That guy really liked cats was Arya’s thought. The shop was huge. In the middle there even were placed small tables with comfortable chairs. Starting from the left there were stands with toiletries, accessories like hats and gloves for both men and women, then there was a tobacco stand next to a vine and other alcohols. On the right there were toys and stuff for children as well as elegant cutlery and items for home and decoration and stationery. This shop was really innovative as everything was in one place displayed on a huge space unlike the other small shops. It was impressive. Even the shop assistants were eye-catching wearing elegant black and white clothes. They were all betas though Arya could sense that much. She decided to take a stroll around all the stalls. She was looking at the items presented, sometimes she was touching
She was going home with mixed feelings. She has bought three items with Mr Reyes money, one to piss off the butler, second to impress her step mother and third that she really wanted. She was pathetic for her reckless actions. Knowing Mr Reyes he won’t let it slide. She will have to pay for the fucking earrings. Arya sighted.“I’m sure Mr Reyes will allow you to go to the city again.” She heard Jason telling her words of comfort.“That’s a relief.” She responded looking back at the window of the carriage. They reached the mansion sooner than Arya expected. That butler will for sure run straight to his master and give a full report about the whole trip. Arya went straight to her room, she decided to take a bath to relax and get re
She was wearing them, the emerald earrings along with a green shimmering dress. She looked stunning, with her hair pinned up revealing her slender neck and a little make up to underline her eyes. She was a looker. Her Master didn’t say a word but the intensity of his gaze made her feel uncomfortable for a moment. They were heading for the dinner party at the Netherfel’s mansion. The carriage was swaying along with the horses pace and Arya felt how her stomach was getting more and more tense. She was taken to dinner parties before, well she was a child then and spent her time with other children but the idea itself wasn’t unfamiliar. In her room she was provided with different books so she went through the basics when it comes to etiquette but still she was anxious. A book is one thing, the reality is another. The carriage stopped and Arya took one deep breath to calm herself, Mr Reyes noticed it.
Mrs Doncastle was an Alpha and just as her younger brother, the host of this party, she was quite tall and lanky. Her hair was made in a tight bun and her thin lips pressed together as a sign of displeasure. She was wearing a light gray dress, elegant but without any unnecessary ornaments. Pure and simple. There wasn’t much of a feminine touch in her appearance, compared to Omegas like Arya she was simply .. less attractive. Her husband was an Alpha too, he was taller with dark hair and looked plain but wasn’t hurtful for the eyes. Wearing elegant clothes, he made a positive appearance. From what Arya had learned from Mrs Netherfell who suddenly had an urge to gossip and well let’s name it as it is, badmouth her husband’s family, he was into politics. He represented his county and had some resources in the form of land that was leased providing him with regular income. They weren’t amazingly rich but they managed. The real shock was the fact that Mr Doncastle had a mistress, an Omega
The party came to an end and all the guests were ready to go, Mr and Mrs Minchan went first, the old hag and her son followed, thus Mr Netherfel exchanged a few words with Mr Reyes with a wide smile. Then it was their turn and they said goodbye to the hosts and Mr and Mrs Downcastle, Arya was kinky enough to let a tiny bit of her pheromones while bidding farewell to Mrs Downcastle seeing her face flushed again. With a lifted mood she followed Mr Reyes back to the carriage. As they sat down and the coachman closed the door Mr Reyes released such amounts of his pheromones that Arya could barely breathe. She wasn’t aroused, those were the pheromones to suppress any disobedient Omega or even another Alpha. It was painful.“How does it feel, Omega?” His voice was cold and emotionless. Arya had to force herself to answer.
“I’m wearing a dress, Master.” She knew she was pushing it but she didn’t care. She was done with hopes and expectations and she wasn’t willing to beg. Not now and not ever again. She had her pride too.“I can see that much.” Arya could see some veins popping on his forehead. “Why this dress?”“It’s the only thing I own here, Master.” Arya stood erect looking him straight in the eyes. There was a moment of silence.“Looks like you are ready to go. Where’s your bag?” There was a strange expression on his face.&ldquo
From what Arya has learned Crimson Flower was an exclusive club for Alphas. But not any Alphas, you need to have an invitation. Someone from inside must send you one and give you a recommendation. What is more, Alphas were invited only accompanied by Omegas. Arya lived long enough on the street and was well educated by Cora so she knew what kind of a place it was. The rich Alphas brought their Omegas there, who definitely weren’t their real partners but side lovers. A nice looking Omega underlined the status of an Alpha, so they could brag about them and for sure, without any doubt, there was also sex involved. Arya wasn’t sure to what extend, but knowing her master’s kinks, she wasn’t willing to fuck with him in public. She looked at the invitation, it was a high class paper and the flower image was velvety in touch. Her Master looked pleased, not without a reason, he was invited to the inner circle of local nobility. It meant he was accepted as a fine Alpha and was able to enter bus