Chapter 39 WHEN THE GHOST WALKS IN
Medea's POV
"What's going on? Why do you look like that?" I asked not out of concern for a mere servant but because I wanted to know what could be happening that might possibly affect me. She kept her head down and said that she was not allowed to disclose it, that the alpha had not permitted her to do so.
I gritted my teeth and came forward and slapped her right across the face. Of course, there was not enough provocation to do so but I didn't need enough provocation. I was Luna and I think I needed to remind her.
"How dare you?! Do I look like a nobody in your eyes? Why does the alpha want to see me?"
She clutched to her cheek and there was a bit of blood in the corner of her mouth but I didn't care I raised my hand and with it, a threat spilled out of my lips telling her that I would slap her worse than the one she already had on her face if she didn't tell me why I was being summoned.
For a second it looked like she might talk and her lips kept flabbing uselessly only for her to clamp up right again and say that she couldn't say anything because the alpha had not permitted her to do so.
I could feel the blood on my face spreading from one cheek to the other as I blushed violently. I shoved past the useless maid and told her that I would make her pay for disrespecting me at a later time.
To think that a useless little made like that could dare to define me I knew it wasn't just her anyway other servants turned their noses down at me treating me like I was less than.
Raphael always disciplined them for me whenever I told him about it but eventually it was called boring and also annoying.
I wanted them to respect me and fear me me not because I could go over to Raphael and report to him.
It's had already been 5 years they should have moved over that pathetic woman who could not even please her man in bed sure I couldn't stay in meetings that lasted for over five hours but I think those of them who could were probably bored out of their mind when they did come out I mean Raphael was a good example he told me that he hated those meetings so I had good reason for avoiding them.
First I went and got dolled up in our bedroom I was skipping around picking my dresses casually not a second faster than I normally would in fact I think I was even slow compared to my normal pace because I wanted not only Raphael to wait for me to appreciate the effort I put into my beauty for him it's unfair that just because of a little mistake here and there he was treating me so poorly.
I thought about whether I could wear something that would make his jaw drop, then I found a particular sundress that never failed to get the job done. I smiled mysteriously to myself then I put it on after that was my makeup and my hair.
I was about to step out of the bedroom and I almost accidentally straight on top of a forgotten shard of Glass, it was small something that the maids must have missed when they clean this place gosh they were all really useless Wednesday I'll make sure to punish those who cleaned in this place as well they were so many of them and I could hardly tell them apart from each other.
Whatever. I'll just point at the first maid that looks at me funny and let her take all the blame that's good enough for me.
Now that I was dolled up and ready to skip downstairs with the same easy smile on my face ready to make him work right all the times that he had been ignoring me I thought that maybe I could tease him a bit and make him wish he wasn't so standoffish lately.
That was my plan.
Until I saw her.
I had to stop under the staircase instantly. I was sure that my heart had dropped to the floor and when she healed her lips and smiled I had to pinch myself to wake up from this horrible horrible nightmare.
This couldn't be, there was no way that she was here right now. I had to do so much to make sure that she would never show up here again... How...
How was Celestia back?
And not only that she was seated comfortably in the living room, smiling at me as if she had never known shame in her entire life and nobody had ever cared to teach her either.
I rubbed my eyes furiously to the point that my skin stung and felt irritated but when I looked at her she was still wearing that creepy smile that made my skin instantly crawl.
With a rush of hatred around down the stairs yelling at the top of my voice.
"Guards! Guards!"
I kept calling over and over again at the top of my voice until I was finally screaming and I was reaching the volumes that my lungs could manage and yet I was trying to cross it because that was how agitated I was upon seeing her like this after 5 years.
I thought that when I came across her again she would appear disheveled. At least that was what Raphael told me he had assured me that she hardly took care of herself anymore and she looked a mess.
But what I was seeing sitting cross-legged confidently on my couch was anything but a mess.
I'll never admit it but she even looked more elegant than she did before.
"What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in?"