6 At The Party

An hour later, Alvina's eyes slowly peeled open after much reluctance. She looked to her left as she sat up and saw her personal maid standing some distance away from the bed.

Sensing some movement, Deliana raised her head to look at her mistress, “My lady, you're awake,” she cried out with delight on her face. She walked to the bed and knelt, “Congratulations on being favored by the Alpha. Wish you a healthy pregnancy.”

Alvina frowned as she recalled what that bastard of a husband did to her from midnight till morning.

He didn't even consider the fact that she was a virgin and pounded her the way he'd do an experienced whore, without clemency.

Underneath the sheets, her hands balled into fists. He even nullified the mate bond by repudiating her and making it clear to her that she meant nothing to him.

If she doesn't get pregnant, he'll have her killed. She frankly didn't even want to spend another minute in this hellhole. But what can she do? How can she escape?

The security in this pack was miles ahead of that of her old pack. Even a fly couldn't infiltrate nor get out without the Alpha's knowledge. She was stuck in this place until her death.

“My Queen, it's good that you're awake now. I will help you doll up and get dressed. The Alpha King has sent the items,” Deliana informed and Alvina recalled her husband’s last words to her; he'd told her to prepare and follow him to some function.

She still felt sore all over her body, especially down south. She bet she wouldn't even be able to walk properly for a week at least, but this evil husband of hers wanted her to accompany him to some damn party.

The rumors were true about him being an unfeeling man who deserved to be in the 20th layer of hell! Words weren’t enough to describe how much hatred she felt toward him right now.

“This is the first time that the Alpha ever invites his Breeder to accompany him. I'm sure he's fond of you, my Queen,” Deliana revealed, her eyes forming crescent moons from her smile.

“Speak no more regarding that vile scum. I don't want to hear anything about him,” she spat, ire and hostility raging in her eyes.

Her maid didn’t expect this outburst from her mistress, “My Queen...”

“Tell that bastard that I'm going nowhere,” Alvina snarled before lying back on the bed, covering herself with the thick blue blanket.

Deliana rose and with a resolute face called out the names of the other two maids under her. They came into the room and bowed to Deliana.

“My Queen, sorry for my impudence, but I cannot relay those words of yours to His Majesty. None of us will live to see the next hour. I'm doing this for the benefit of us all. You can punish me however you like when you return from the function,” Deliana said before commanding the two maids to get Alvina out of bed.

Minutes later.

Against her will, Alvina had been dressed up in a black bodycon, thigh-length lace gown that worked hard to accentuate her curves and revealed her cleavage way too much.

It had a black floor-touching lace cape and also covered most of the love bites and wounds he'd inflicted on her last night.

But those on the visible part of her body were covered with a special cream. Then she was bedecked in various pricey jewelry before a heavy scarlet crown that made her neck hurt more was placed on her head.

Yes, the face staring back at her in the vanity mirror was a rare beauty, but an unhappy one with eyes that had lost their luster.

“My Queen, you look stunning,” One of the maids called Harper commented with a smile that Alvina found irksome.

“My! These shoes are lovely!” Deliana praised as she unboxed the 10-inch black pleaser shoes that were studded with countless red diamonds.

Alvina, however, frowned when she saw them. Are these what he provided for her to wear to the gathering? How can she possibly wear this in her current condition?

The maids nevertheless, put her feet in them and helped her stand up. They showed their amazement about the much-added height Alvina had suddenly gained from the shoes.

Deliana asked her mistress to attempt to walk in them but she almost fell. Thankfully, the maids were there to stabilize her.

She was forced to practice using these shoes until she was no longer falling. Then the maids took her out of her chambers to meet the Alpha King.

“What a beauty!” her husband praised, “the shoes look good on you,” he added.

She didn't say a word in reply to him and neither did he care. Both entered the limousine that had been waiting for their arrival.

Greyton pack.

It was night when they arrived at the venue which was the hall of a building that was big enough to fit in a thousand people.

There was a plenitude of food and drinks and catchy music that wasn't too loud. So many royalties were present from other packs. And the best dressed one among the females at the function was Alvina who was struggling to walk in the shoes while maintaining a confident smile as she waved at those admiring/ envying her outfit, especially her shoes.

It was the first time they’d seen a queen appear at a party in such shoes.

There were few chairs and only very important guests sat on them. The others were busy dancing, chatting, or trying to get more connections.

The seated ones at the extreme were the Alpha Kings. Their wives were to socialize with one another and so Alvina was left with some women swooning over her because of her shoes.

“Oh my! Where did you get them?” one of them asked her, blinking her eyes severally.

“Why ask that? It’s obvious where she got them from. Her husband,” another one replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Alvina confirmed with a fake smile plastered on her lips.

She must be the only one desperately praying for this stupid party to come to an end so she can get out of there.

It’s not easy to maintain her balance in these shoes especially since these annoying materialistic women wouldn’t let her rest her back on the wall.

“Those diamonds are quite pricey. I mean…”

“Um… ladies, can we not em… talk about just my shoes?” Alvina suggested with a wide beam.

“Okay. Your outfit, it’s amazing. Just look how…”

“Please, let’s not talk about anything I’m wearing. It’s my first time seeing you guys. I’m Alvina. What are your names?”

“I’m Luna Clarissa,”

“I’m Luna Charlotte. My husband gave me this ring last month. Although it’s not a red diamond, I still treasure it,”

“Um… ok…” Alvina’s frustration was increasing by the second.

Why were the seats here just for the Alpha King's alone? Doesn’t a lady like her deserve to sit? And these ladies, can they be more considerate of their gender? Do they think she’s happy in these shoes?

No matter how much she tried to divert the topic to something else, these crazy ladies somehow managed to bring back the topic of what she was wearing, even her makeup, and one even asked if her eye color was real. Gosh!

“Um… since you like these shoes so much, why don’t we go to a place, and then you guys can have a try, that is if your leg fits,” Alvina suggested.

“That’s great! Great!”

The ladies eagerly took her to some place outside the hall where Alvina finally took off the cursed shoes.

She gave them to the excited ladies who took turns to test it out. The few ones whose feet fit in them used it to catwalk and do many poses while the others took pictures.

Alvina even prayed that the shoes would scatter to bits so that she could wear slippers home. She didn’t care about the image at all.

After a while, she gave them the crown for them to test. Accidentally it fell from one of the ladies’ hands.

They gasped at the incident and looked at the owner with a nervous countenance.