Branded

Alpha

Fraya's hands shook as she ascended the steps towards the dinning room. In her head she rehearsed all of the rules and anything she could remember from Margo's instruction. She could not mess this up. This job came with a room and regular food in the sevants quarters. It also involved having to deal with very few staff members as the manor, well more like castle, which seemed to be run only on a skeleton crew. This had puzzled her on first arrival.

When she arrived at the gates she had been struck by the imposing and ornate cast iron gates; beautifully intricate, with ivy wrapped around the bars, chocking them softy. Beautifully deadly.

The lawns were prestine and littered with white scuptures as a show of obvious power and wealth. Fraya had never seen such beauty or luxury before in her life of rags and piousness at the orphanage.

She reached the door handle which granted enterance into the dinning room. Slowly and silently she opened the door and slid through as narrow an opening as possible to cause the least amount of disturbance. She had done this often at the orphanage because to stand out meant to be looking for attention and that was vanity. Vanity was a sin. Sins were punished. Fraya held back her grimace. Only a neutral face would do.

It was harder to conceal her curiosity as she waited for the enterance of the Alpha. She had been here two weeks but had yet been told much about him except his poor temper and the long list of things he didn't like. He was enigmatic even to the people of the town. He never visited or was seen to leave his manor. Margo tended to complete deliveries in his stead.

Fraya concentrated on blending into the wall while she waited.

The door on the far side of the hall clicked and turned and in he strode.

Fraya had to hold back a gasp. She had never seen such a beautiful man. Gorgous even. His raven hair was bunched in neat waves and fell across his eyes lazily. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Sweeping behind him was his cloak, midnight black, which framed his muscular physical appearance.

As he pushed his hair from his face Fraya 's internal gasp died and fear arose in her gut.

His eyes were red. Blood red. To make it worse...he was staring straight at her.