Alpha Blake

Chapter 3 Alpha’s Maid

Selene

So let me fill you in, on what's happened, the last five weeks since I've been back. I found I'm

mated to Blake Landon. He's Alpha, and head honcho to our pack. Yes, he proposed to me the night

we reunited, after we had amazing sex.

Do I feel he's in love with me? I know so! even if he tries to fucking deny it... I see the way he

drools over me. I dress sexy in front of him on purpose to provoke him, especially when we're alone.

When I'm out of the room, he usually demands I go change or there are consequences. He hates

another wolf's looking at me, giving them an evil stare. When I want him to take me then and there? I

protest to go change because the consequence is just that, he loses control and takes me, claiming me

his, again. Whether it's in his office or our room, it doesn't matter, he'll rip my clothes off and takes me.

He demanded my things got changed from my room to his room. Which honestly, I don't mind, it's

a much big bigger and better room them my old one.

I made him have a fit a few days ago when he came back from a two-day business trip. I hated the

style he had in his room, so I had someone come in and changed the whole decor to our room. It went

from his boring bachelor look to a more boho chick style. He was really pissed off, but he got over it,

not like he has a choice now, does he?

We got married two weeks ago, I know... it was quick. He didn't even let me pick out my own damn

dress. I had a little say on what I wanted, but, he refused to allow me to partake in any shopping.

Thankfully, Luna Christy helped with everything for the wedding. It was rather romantic, and

elegant if I may add.

The whole pack came and celebrated with us. Luna Christy has rather good taste, and she kept

my opinion in mind the whole time. We had an earthy theme, with shades of blush, navy blue, and

burgundy for my colors in the decor. He wore a handsome navy blue tux, white shirt, and burgundy tie.

He looked extremely hot. My dress was a simple rustic lace gown, with a heart shape top and it

flowed beautifully, long round tail in the back, with beaded flower patterns. I was in awe, at my dress, it

was beautiful.

Last week, we had our official Luna ceremony. The pack that I once could care less about being

part of? Is now the dearest thing I hold in life, well... besides Blake of course. Although he's still pissing

me off daily.

We had no honeymoon, because well, we don't need it. We sleep together every night, and he is

freaking amazing in bed.

He's demanding, rude, arrogant, he is a fucking asshole, ALL THE TIME. I don't get how behind

the walls when we are ready to go to bed, we can have some amazing sex but comes the day he treats

me like his own personal maid.

The morning after I came back, he told Mrs. Tally to put me to work. Mrs. Tally is the head lady in

the packhouse. She takes care of the agendas for the food, the cleaning, and pretty much everything.

There's a total of ten or so ladies who I have become fond of, and I care about so much. When he is

undetected they don't hesitate to take over my long list of tasks. They clean and help with the chores in

the house, run errands for me, and pamper me without him knowing.

Every day, he wakes up, and he's ready to work by 6 in the morning. I'm used to waking up at that

time, or earlier if I have to. But, to get on his nerves, I act like I am completely worn out, and refuse to

get up. So he lets me stay in bed until breakfast is ready to be served. He demands I eat breakfast with

him and all the members of our pack that stay in the house. Then he just gets up without saying a

word, hands me my paper with the chores he wants me to do for the day. Then leaves to his office

without saying a single word to me, just a single kiss on my head, sometimes on my forehead, or a

small peck on my lips.

I have to do everything, before meeting him for lunch, in which I am obliged to bathe and dress

nicely for him and the members that join us at the table once again. No one is allowed to eat until I

make myself present at the table, which I felt bad about the last time I was running late, and they

waited for me for over an hour and a half.

If he feels in a good mood, I'll have the afternoon off. If I piss him off, he gives me more shit to do.

Again, everything must be done before we meet for dinner. Where he expects me to dress elegantly for

him. Though for dinner, it's just him and I at our table. Most of the time he doesn't say a word, just sits

there quietly eating. But I gotta say, it feels more intimate, just him and me, together, in comfortable

silence.

I hate this.... especially because I have to act like a stupid little princess in front of him. His perfect

little damsel in distress. I have no say, he refuses to let me train with the rest. of the pack, or allow me

to go alone for even a single run.

Today, he had the bright idea to make me wash his clothes. I know! you're probably thinking, ok

not so bad? except, we have fucking laundry machines! And he is making me wash all his clothes by

hand! Not even indoors, but outdoors! in the hot blazing sun.

Ok, so, I guess, It's not such a big deal! I've done it before. I've had to wash my clothes in the

middle of nowhere before. But it makes me mad, because I know he's doing all this shit because I left

for five years without telling him, it's his way of payback.

How can I explain to him that I had no choice? I did it for our pack, for him, for my family, so they

all stayed safe. I promised alpha Brock I'd keep it a secret. No one was allowed to know. So how can I

tell him? He thinks I just left and went on to be at a stupid university for five years studying and partying

away, while he stayed here, waiting for me to come back.

Uuggh, this is so fucking annoying.

I told him I wanted to train, acting like I've not trained in all this time and I need to start training so I

can help protect the pack. But he refused, saying I was too weak and I'd get hurt....are you kidding me?

Weak? I wanted to punch him when he said that. But I knew if I did? I probably would of regret doing it. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

His face is too sexy to be punched.

Now I'm here, washing his damn clothes, and Jazzy, who I dragged along.... keeps laughing her

ass off the whole time she's helping me. She gets stuck helping me clean since she's part of my whole

secret anyway. Besides, she has now officially become my brother's second chance mate. So, she's

family.

I was really hurt when I heard the pack was attacked a year or so after we left. He had already

found his mate, who belonged to the crescent moon pack, she had come with the purpose to be with

him. They were going to get married soon, but she was killed during the attack.

"I can't believe he is actually making you wash his damn clothes by hand. This is epic, Sel. I

wonder what else he has in store for his little maid? Kind of Kinky if you ask me." Jazzy says. I slap his

shirt on the rock and place my hand on my hip before I snap back at her.

"Shut the fuck up, and help me out Jazz. I'm tired, and my damn back hurts already." She laughs

throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands.

"You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I

get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big

mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say

most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire.

I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry.

Now, to wait for his reaction!

Blake

I tap my foot profusely at the floor. My hand pinching my nose and eyebrows narrowed, eyes glued

shut from the frustration I was feeling.

I know, maybe I've been giving her hell, but she made me go through hell for five fucking years

without even saying anything, or coming home, even for a visit... I ran around for five years, trying to

look for her. Just so she can come home like nothing? For all I know she was fucking partying away,

while I was here trying to be a responsible alpha, responsible adult, and finishing college at the same

time. All while protecting my pack from fuckin rogue attacks.

I got work done early today because I wanted to give her a surprise. I had planned to take her to

dinner. Maybe even take her to buy a nice necklace and take her shopping for whatever she wanted to

get. But now I am mad as hell. All my clothes are ruined... she ruined every piece of garment I own.

Blotches of bleach stain in every piece of my clothes including my damn underwear, which I don't even

recall giving them to her to wash.

"Selene, do you even know how to wash a fucking piece of clothes? What the fuck happened?"

"I'm sorry my dear husband. I really did try, I've never done this before. I'm sorry, I just wanted to

make you proud, and I failed." She says as I take her in my arms while she begins to cry.

Maybe I am being too much of an asshole with her.

"Alright, it's fine Selene. But now, I'm gonna have to cancel our plans for the evening and head out

to buy new clothes. I have a really important meeting tomorrow, I can't exactly wear the same damn

clothes I'm wearing now, can I?"

She sniffled, looking down to the ground. Goddess, I'm such an asshole. "Blake, I'm sorry. I swear

baby I didn't mean to. You were just trying to teach me to be a good housewife, and I can't even wash

your nice suits." She cries in between her words.

I trail her hair, trying to calm her down. "It's fine Selene. Just,.....why don't you take the rest of the

day off, ok? Tomorrow I'll let Mrs.Tally you will not be helping out with laundry anymore, and I promise

....., I'll lower the number of tasks I give you, Ok? How does that sound?" I say as I tilt her chin up

gently to give her a peck.

Her eyes watered, and her cheeks got blotchy red. "Really Blake? You're not mad at me, right?

darling? " she asks while gripping my shirt and pulling herself up to kiss me.

"No, I'm not mad. Now, dinner is almost ready, go upstairs and get yourself freshen up. I'll meet

you in a few hours while I call my tailor and head in to buy new suits. Please, Selene, make sure to

stay out of trouble. Last time you were in the kitchen you burned the food, so let the ladies take care of

everything in there this time, Ok?"

"Ok baby... I'll see you at dinner." She leans upward and I give her a stern kiss. Interlacing my

tongue with her. Fuck, I gotta get going before I do her here, now.... same shit happened last time in

the office, just because I didn't want to pull away from her kiss.

I said goodbye and went to my car. Took my keys, turned on the engine dialing Scott's number,

and took off.

Luckily, Scott had a few suits in my size. Although most were too tight around my arms and

needed to be readjusted. I still got three good suits for the meetings I have tomorrow, and for this

weekend, so I can take her out. I headed back to the pack and hoped dinner was ready. I'm starving.

When I got in, most of the members had already gone up to their rooms. Some of the younger kids

were still in the living room doing homework, and others were in the media room doing projects or

whatnot.

Mrs. Tally informed me that my Luna, Selene, was already waiting for me in the dining room. So I

made my way giving her my bags to take upstairs. I opened the door to the dining room that I had done

just for me and her.

This room used to be a spare bedroom for whenever we have guests. But I wanted a place where

it would just be me and her, eating together.

It's a fair enough size room, about forty or so square feet, maybe more. But plenty for the four-seat

table I had done, specially made for her in a mahogany red tint, with matching chairs. A nice princess

chandelier hung in the middle, the whole room looked elegant and rustic. I went in, the lights were

down low, she had the candles lit on around the room. The table was set with candles, rose bouquets,

a bottle of wine, with two plate settings.

"Good evening, my dear husband." She says, with all her wondering beauty. She is absolutely

beautiful. Wearing a long skin-tight red dress, a slit on her side that went all the way to her hip. I

growled at the sight. Was she wearing underwear under that? She looked sexy as hell.

"Selene. Good evening. Is dinner ready?" I say harshly, narrowing my eyebrows. I was not going to

let her see the power she has over me.

"Of course my love. Take a seat." She says as she trails her fingers on my chest and grasps my

nape. I claim her lips, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other tracing that long sexy slit on her

dress. The kiss soon intensified, I can hear her moan. I gripped her thigh making her bring her leg up

by my waist. I moved her dress over to the other leg, exposing her soft silky legs before me. I place

myself between her legs, I can smell her intoxicating sweet smell. I love the way she smells. I can

never forget the way my dear wife smells. Honeysuckle and magnolias. She smells so damn good.

After our intense scene, we decide to have dinner. I fixed my tie, unhinged the buttons of my

sleeves, and rolled them neatly up. I sat at my seat, took my napkin to my lap and took hold of my

utensils, and began to eat. She stood across the table, fixing her dress and interlacing her fingers

through her hair to comb it back into its flawless state, and sat down to eat. Her face was still flustered

by our intimacy just a few minutes back.

"Blake?" She whispered across the table as I stabbed my fork on the flank steak and ran my knife

across it to cut a piece off. Ignoring her call as I continued to eat. I don't like being bothered when I

work, or when I eat.

"Blake?" she whimpers.

"What, Selene?" I sneer, tapping my utensils harshly on the sides of my plate, making her jump in

place.

She narrows her sight down, sighing before she glances her sight away.

"N-Nothing, never mind. Sorry to bother you."

"What, Selene? What did you want to say?" I demand her to continue.

"Nothing babe... I just. I wanted to say I'm truly sorry for ruining your clothes. Next time I will be

more careful, I promise. " she says calmly.

Great, now I feel more of an asshole. I take my napkin off my lap and place it on the table holding

my hand out to her. I sigh as she makes her way and sits on my lap. I place my hands around her

petite waist. One of her hands going over my chest and the other around my nape.

"Selene, it's fine. Don't worry about that anymore, ok? I've already spoken with Mrs. Tally, starting

tomorrow you are off laundry duty, and maybe..... maybe I have been a bit hard on you. As of

tomorrow, I promise... I will lower your daily tasks, ok?... how does that sound? Maybe you and I can

both take the day off tomorrow overall. I'll take you shopping, you can buy whatever you want... is that

ok?" She smiles brightly, her smile as angelic and beautiful as can be.

"Really love? You'll spend the day with me tomorrow? Promise?"

"I promise," I say as I close my eyes hoping I don't regret, and hope she doesn't bankrupt my

account. She leans in kissing me with vigor. Squeezing me tight.

She jumps back up, and walks to her place, and sits back down, tossing her hair back and

grabbing her utensils to eat. Finally, I can eat peacefully.