The Alpha’s Slave

Chapters 78

CATHERINE’S POV

I was seated on my vanity table, wiping my makeup off my face when Sebastian barged into the room without even bothering to knock. He was furious as usual, obviously because he’d found out I fired the large green-eyed maid. But I didn’t care. She was a snitch. A rude ungrateful bitch and I’ll fire her over and over again if I have to.

“Why would you go as far as firing Amelia without coming to me first with whatever problem you have with her?”

Even though I was looking in the mirror and not directly at him, I could still sense his intense glare, filled with anger.

Typical Sebastian. Always cared about people that added little to no value to his life. I was his wife! His better half!! His sweetheart!!! His one and only!!!! He should care about me. Only me. And no one else. After I’m done killing that slave bitch, I will mould him to my liking. He will be my pet like he used to be.

“The last time I checked, I was the one in charge of the maids in this castle. Not you. So I see no reason you should be involving yourself in matters such as this.”

I continued wiping off my make-up, paying close attention to my under-eye. My nonchalance was infuriating him all the more and honestly, I liked it. I wanted him to feel the pain he was causing me whenever he spent time with her. I wanted him to feel what it felt like not to be given attention when he needed it the most.

“That doesn’t give you the right to fire her!” his words burned in his throat, smouldering from his clenched teeth. “Amelia is more than a maid. She was here even before you came. I remember how she cared for you and saved you from your crazy attempts to kill yourself!”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I threw the wipe I was holding angrily on the table. I couldn’t take this anymore. His expression was making my temper soar. I couldn’t bear him comparing me to that rude lowlife bitch.

“Oh please. Save me the stories,” I turned to him. “She’s not a certified doctor or nurse Anyone could do basic first aid, even a ten-year-old. Her services aren’t needed here anymore. Plus, she disrespected me. Can you believe it? Me, her Luna and mistress.”

“I don’t believe you Catherine and I never will. Not after everything you have done to me. Not after knowing what you’re capable of. I know Amelia to be well-behaved. In all her years of staying here, she hasn’t disrespected me, my parents or anybody in this castle. I’m very sure there is more to this. And if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself and when I do, you certainly won’t like my reaction,” he threatened ruthlessly.

This was getting out of hand. We constantly argued because of that Brianna. But now, we were arguing all because of a maid. A common maid. Gosh!! What type of man did I marry? At times I feel like giving up on him, but I still manage to hold on to the love I have for him. I was a fighter and I’ll keep fighting for him. I can’t let Brianna win. This will be what she wanted. To see my marriage crumble. But I won’t let that happen. After I’m done killing her, Sebastian’s eyes will open and he’ll learn to love me again.

I decided to put up an act. So he would console me and forget about this Amelia matter. I wasn’t sure if it would work. If he’d fall for it. The last time I did it, he didn’t fall for it at all. But I needed to try.

I didn’t have time for this. I needed to find a way to get into that cell room with the gun and kill Brianna, especially since he banned me from going in there.

“So you would believe a maid over your wife?” I broke down in sobs, my head bowed low as I forced tears from my eyes. “She said I didn’t deserve to be a Luna. She wished me death in the most painful, brutal way,” I said with emphasis, looking up at him to make him see the genuine emotions in my tear-stained eyes.

When I looked up at him, he was a bit hesitant. He tried to say something but ended up restraining himself. He was softening. I could feel it. But he was trying to mask it. My act was working. All I needed to do was push hard enough and convince him to spend the night here with me. I longed for his body against mine. His sweet intoxicating scent that I could breathe into for eternity. I longed for his touch. His feel inside me.

“Sebastian…honey please believe me,” I stood up an instant and closed the gap between us. I pressed my body against him, feeling the hardness. The ripples of muscles and the heat emanating from his body. He looked so damn sexy in that sleeveless shirt and thigh shorts. And all I wanted to do was have him for the night. Have him for all myself. I was willing to go to any length to get that body in bed. “You know what?” I massaged his bare arms, relishing the feel of his muscles against my palms. They were as hard as rocks. “Let’s forget about Amelia or whatever her name is. Let’s forget about everything that has happened. Let’s just have a good time tonight. Just me and you, like we used to.”

Standing on tiptoes, I pampered the sides of his neck with kisses and proceeded to take off his shirt when he suddenly snapped and pulled away, nearly causing me to stumble.

“Not this time,” he shook his head. “I won’t fall for your tricks again. I’m done with your games. I’m going to find Amelia and figure out what really happened, whether you like it or not.”

I looked at him, feeling both shocked and desperate for his affection. I craved his love, but he kept rejecting my advances, leading me to cheat on him. It had been weeks, weeks without intimacy, without sex! I couldn’t wait any longer, but I had to control myself. I blame that slave bitch for all of it. The sooner I got rid of her, the quicker I could make Sebastian love me again and make love to me.

He stormed out the same way he came in.

“Sebastian, Sebastian,” I tried calling him back but he didn’t spare me a glance as he disappeared out of sight. It was almost 7 pm. How the hell did he think he’d go out by this time to go look for Amelia? Why did he care so much about her? She was just a maid and nothing more. We could easily find a replacement. Or was he sleeping with her as well?

After slamming the door shut, I paced my room like a psycho, my fingers dug deep into my hair. This had better not be true, or else…