The Alpha's Human Property

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

ALLISON

“So, tell me, do you like your new room?” Alpha Lazar inquired over dinner. We are currently sitting in the dining room, waiting for the maids to bring our meals. “If you don't, I can ask the maids to arrange another one for you. There are countless empty rooms in this house. Including the clothes. I have no idea what your size was. I only gave them an estimated size so they could get them, so if they're not your size, I can have them get new ones for you.”

Hearing him say those words brought a smile to my face. I mean he specifically prepared everything for me. The rooms, the clothes, the interior decoration, everything. They were all specially prepared for me. By him. That was so thoughtful of him. No one has ever had my best interest at heart. It almost made me tear up.

I reached for his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It is perfect, Lazar. I love everything. The interior decorations, the clothes, everything. I love them. And knowing you specially prepared them for me, it gladdens my heart.”

“I'm glad you love them.” He added with a sigh. Now, the room settled into a comfortable silence, but I had this sudden urge to ask him about Helen's words. If he truly has a fiance, I don't think there should be any reason I should be here, especially as this fiance in question was selected by his father. If she gets back and sees another woman in his life, she clearly won't be happy. I wouldn't be happy either.

I'll love to see who this lady is, especially judging by the way Helen had described her. I mean women rarely complement each other without feeling insecure.

But before I could say anything, the maids walked into the dining room, each holding a large tray in their hand. They arranged them neatly on the table.

Deep down, I was grateful for their interruption. I was already on edge, thanks to the argument with Helen earlier. That lady doesn't like me and she won't be up to any good. Therefore I need to stay away from her as much as I can.

“Enjoy your meal, Alpha.” The maids bowed their heads in greeting.

“Where is Helen? And why is my mate's meal not here too?”

“Oh it's here, your Majesty. I sincerely apologize for being late. I had to make sure the Queen's meal was perfect.” Helen announced as she came into the dining room carrying my dinner; a bowl piled high with pasta and a rich red sauce.

As she reached the edge of the table, her hand suddenly seemed to slip. The bowl tilted, and the entire contents; sauce, pasta, and all, slid right off the edge and splattered across the front of my white silk pajamas.

A gasp caught in my throat. My mate, Alpha Lazar, jumped up immediately, his face turning dark red with anger.

“Helen! What the hell was that?” His voice came out in a low rumble.

Helen looked genuinely startled, maybe even panicked, as she mumbled, “I am so sorry, sir! I slipped, I truly did!” She knelt down on the floor.

I stared down at the mess on my chest. I couldn't tell if this was an accident or her petty way of getting back at me. Given our earlier fight, I couldn’t tell if the wide-eyed look was fake or real.

Alpha Lazar didn't hesitate. He pointed a shaking finger at her. “You clumsy, insolent fool! Get out! You’re fired! I’ll make sure you never—”

“No, Lazar, stop!” I cut him off quickly, stepping forward and putting a hand on his arm. The silk felt cold and sticky beneath the sauce. “It’s okay. It was a mistake. She clearly just slipped. Please, leave her alone.”

I didn't want to start my new life by getting someone fired over something that might have been an accident. Plus, making a huge scene felt beneath me.

Alpha Lazar glared at Helen, then back at me, clearly fighting his temper. I don't know how dangerous and scary an Alpha can get once he's angry, but from what I've read, their anger cannot be described.

“Fine. Helen get the f**k out of my sight. Now. And don’t touch another dish today.”

Helen nodded quickly and hurried out of the room like an obedient puppy.

“I'll be right back, Alpha. I need to change,” I sighed, already walking toward the main staircase. How can she be so careless? I thought as I stared down at the clothes. Even though she was pretending that it was an accident, I could tell that it wasn't. She did it intentionally. Probably to spite me or something.

How ridiculous! She's just meeting me for the first time and she already hates me.

I was halfway up the second flight of stairs when I heard soft footsteps behind me. I stopped and turned just as Helen reached the landing. She didn't look panicked anymore. Her eyes were hard, and a chillingly flat look had replaced the apology on her face.

My guess was right. She did it intentionally.

She leaned in, keeping her voice just above a whisper so low only I could hear.

“Don’t think for a second that was an accident b***h,” She hissed, her voice laced with venom. “This is just the beginning. I will frustrate you every single day until you are miserable enough to give up and leave him. You are not wanted in this house. This is his house, not yours. He has a fiance and they're in love with each other. Just go back where you came from.”

“Aren't you scared that I'll tell Alpha Lazar what you just said, that it wasn't an accident, huh?” I folded my hands across my chest.

“Who do you think he's gonna believe, woman?”

“Me.” I gave a curt response, because that's nothing but the truth. He'll definitely believe me over her.

“Keep dreaming, my dear. He won't believe you.” She giggled. “Oh and by the way, I plan to keep spilling all the dishes on you. So get ready for me.” She straightened up, gave me a sickeningly sweet, fake smile, and walked quickly past me down the hallway, leaving me standing on the stairs, frozen.

I must say she's really got some nerves.