Slaved To The Alpha

She was surprisingly calm than usual. At times like this, she would usually order me to do impossible and ridiculous things, just so that she would have something to say. But this is different, and she is different. I don’t know what’s different with her, but there is definitely something wrong here.

Krisna’s POV

I was still waiting for her to answer. She looked furious the moment she woke up, I thought she was smiling earlier, but I guess that’s just my imagination.

“Where is my dress, Krisna? It should’ve been ready the moment you woke up because you were the one in charge of it. I was supposed to make appointments, but since they can’t come here, you’ll just have to do it.” She said in a serious tone of voice. She sounded frustrated as well, I thought things were going well between us, but I stood corrected.

“Yes, Ms. Asthrid! I’ll get to it right away.” I said as I sprinted to the other room, which was meant only for her luggage. She brought a mountain load of clothes for her alone since she thought that the dresses she might get might not fit with the aesthetics of the Annual Pack Gathering, there are literally dresses that don’t even fit their owners, and that’s what you’re stressing, Asthrid?Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

While I was getting the dress she picked for the Annual pack gathering later, she went into the other room where I was. I thought she was furious at me for being slow or something. “Krisna? Make sure to get my makeup kit and my hairstyle kit ready before I get out of the shower. Or else, I’ll find someone more competent to replace you. As for you, you know where you’ll end up.” She said in a threatening tone of voice as she looked like she was going for my throat that time. Even early in the morning, she is a monster to me.

It took me a couple of minutes just trying to find the dress she chose, and I still haven’t started preparing the kits she needed for her makeup and her hair. I can’t believe I was even able to bring everything she asked to bring in here. When I did find it, it was all wrinkled up, so I had to pull out the clothing iron just to get rid of the creases. Once that was all done, I headed back to her room and put the dress inside for her to see as soon as she came inside.

Next, I had to prepare her makeup kit as well as her hairstyling kit. It was a hassle. She could’ve just told me last night before she fell asleep, but then again, she doesn’t tell me anything, especially when it comes to things like these. I’ve been doing what she wanted for years, yet she still doesn’t trust me. Maybe Greco really was right, I should stand up for myself, but if I did that, it’s goodbye to me being a rogue wolf. Now, I just had to find the bags that I kept those things, and it was a good thing I was the one that packed them, or else I would have been having a hard time trying to find them.

Good thing I just placed them conveniently on a counter in the other room so I know where I would look for them when Asthrid did need them.

The moment I heard the shower stop running and the door to the bathroom opened, I knew that Asthrid was finished with her shower. Still, thankfully, I was also finished gathering what she needed for her makeover for the event later tonight.

When she stepped into the room, she was just wearing a towel that covered her body except for her arms and legs. She didn’t even bother drying off her hair. She just sat on the chair and just called me. “Dry my hair now, and hurry it up! It might get frizzy when it dries up. If that happens, it’s your fault.” She said in a serious tone of voice as she looked at herself in the mirror while I just took a towel and used that to dry her hair and a blowdryer to make the process faster. “Is this okay, Ms. Asthrid?” I asked her while I was brushing her hair.

She looked at me for a second and just went back to admiring herself in the mirror; nothing really changed with her. I thought this day was going to be different because of the special event later, the Annual Pack Gathering. But I guess not, but that’s fine. This has been the way things between us have been for the last couple of years ever since I started working for them, or at least since Alpha Jaster’s first wife’s death.

I just kept on blow-drying and brushing her hair until it felt like it was dry enough. For the first time, while we were here, I was busy. I was busy with Asthrid and whatever she needed since that was the reason why she took me with her so that she could have a minion to tell me what to do. “Where is my dress?” She suddenly asked me.

I pointed to it and didn’t talk. “Bring it to me. I wanna see it.”

When I brought her her dress, she looked frustrated, as if she saw something in it that even I didn’t sense. “Is there something wrong, Ms. Asthrid?” I asked her in a gentle tone of voice as I tried to brace for impact because she looked like she was about to throw a tantrum.

Then, suddenly, she just took a deep breath, and nothing else happened. I was certain that she was going to yell at me. “Did you iron this?” She asked.

When I heard her ask that question, my heart started beating. After all, I thought that she was angry because I ironed her dress, it had creases all over it, what else was I supposed to do? I just said yes reluctantly.

She took another deep breath. “If you had ironed this as you said, then why am I going to tell you to do it again? It wasn’t ironed properly, you’re either going to do your job right, or I’m going to have to teach you how to iron?” She made sure to emphasize the iron part.

“But Ms. Asthrid, I had already ironed it. I made sure to clear out all of the creases as well, and I don’t think it’s…”