Chapter 8 8
Phoebe~~
His brows lit up. He let go of the doorknob and hurried to me. “Do you mean it?”
I knew it. He would certainly fall for it.
First, I cleared my throat and then got set to brag to his face because I wouldn't want him looking down on me. “Yes, I mean it. Remember, I was an alpha princess, so my father taught me all those tricks when we were together, so I could help my brother out when it's needed.”
I swear, I saw a smile flicker across his lips, and then he purposely held his shoulder high again. “But Alpha will be mad once he finds out that you took all that.”
“That's why you have to take my side if he asks. Come up with an answer so he doesn't think I did it, then I'll help you.” I slowly nudged the refrigerator door, and it shut, then I shrugged at him to help me, and he quickly did. “You wouldn't want your alpha to think of you as incompetent, right? We could be acquaintances and help each other often. You're a beta, and I'm an alpha, so I know more than you.”
He nodded slowly, as though noticing that I was making sense.
Whereas I only wanted to be on his good side since his alpha sees me as a criminal.
He led the way, and I trailed behind, grasping the bottles to my chest and giggling with my wolf at what we just got.
When we reached the slave mistress, and he made a proper introduction and left, I offered the woman two bottles of juice and two cans of water.
“If you like energy drinks, then have one too.” I handed it over to her, while she couldn't hide her smile. “It's so nice meeting you, mistress.”
In my pack, my father had slaves as well. I visited them often and played around with them. It was fun, especially since they accepted their fates and weren't fighting each other after the crimes they committed.
Our pack slave mistress and slave master were also kind…or maybe my mum and I trained them that way.
Mum would always say to me that even criminals at the point of death deserve kindness, and I quickly copied it and put it into action.
But coming here and being treated like a nobody by my mate, when the others at least are kind to me, was a bit troublesome. Still, I should win their hearts so I could be comfortable around them, since dying was an impossible thing to happen to me.
The slave mistress, after jubilating over all that I gave her, turned to me, “All these are expensive, so why are you giving them to me? How did you even get them? Aren't you the princess of the….”
I waved my hand at her face, so she shut it, please.
“That doesn't matter. You saw the alpha's beta bring it in with me, right? That's to say that even the alpha king is aware of me taking them from his room.” I whispered to the woman, and her eyes bulged. I knew she would be shocked that the alpha who hated me gave me all that. Wasn't he coldhearted enough to have me whipped until I passed out? I cleared my throat and continued, “If he gives me more, I'll share them with you as well, since I don't have any friends."
She nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears. “But, your people aren't under me. A female and male warrior were assigned to them differently,” she uttered, as though she read my mind.
My face dropped. I couldn't fathom it.
To make it still look real, I said to her, "I'm going to be under you henceforth, because I can't stand being a whore in the club.”
She nodded and put on a smile, “I see. It's not proper for a princess to be a whore, unless the alpha king insists.”
“He told me to choose being a slave under you or being a whore, so I chose being under you,” I added and then came closer. “But, mistress, you could as well, with your influence, have the warriors not overwork my people, right? Like, they should work as slaves, but not too much to die on the line. They should also eat well, too, and I could go see them as well.”
I really expected to hear something positive, because recalling the three men who died in the throne room still sent goosebumps all over me.
They really overstepped their boundaries by going to cause havoc in the club when they should have lain low and prayed for their survival, but I really do not want to lose any more of them.
She looked me in the face for some time and then nodded. “I'll try my best and see what I can do, even if it has to do with you helping.”
I breathed out heavily, feeling like I just took care of a heavy burden.
Even if I have to cook and take it to them secretly, it doesn't matter. I would steal some valuable items from Knox and take them to those warriors. That would be his penalty for putting me in this position.
The mistress stood from her seat and tied her hair into a ponytail. “Now that you're one of us, I must introduce you and give you some little portions of work so the others won't feel cheated, okay?”
I didn't hesitate but stood, smiling at her.
She took me to the field where the others were, and they all gathered. After I was introduced to them, she gave me a portion to work on.
“You've been a princess all through your life and can't manage all this. Even if it will take you a week to be done, take your time.” The mistress patted my back before leaving.
I stared at the land I was going to weed and sighed in tiredness. Who knew how large it could have been if I hadn't bribed her? I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it that day, as she said, so I had to take it easy with myself.
The hoe danced in my palm while I thought of how to hold it well, even when I had looked through others. Then someone tapped my shoulder, and I stood to see who it was.
Our gazes locked, and she winked at me.
The fuck! She looked familiar, and her scent too.
‘At the club. She's one of the workers who got us ready that night.’ My wolf flashed the scene of that night in my mind, and I gasped in shock.
Then what was she doing here?
I dropped my hoe and turned to the lady, my palms resting on my waist, “How much do you know about me?”
“And I'm sure you remembered who I was already…” she said and chuckled.
My heart skipped the moment I thought about it. Was she brought here because of the man I harmed? It can't be true. I committed the offence and not her.
“I'm not shocked seeing that you can't even handle a hoe, as a princess. Do you need my help?” she pulled my attention, staring at me like I was some doll.
I sighed and shook my head, "I'll only need your help explaining how and why you ended up here when you were never a slave.” My heart was racing in anger already, because I wouldn't mind yelling at Knox tonight.