Carrying The Alpha's Pup

Chapter 1

"Diana Simpson!" Mrs Dora yelled from Alpha Bryson's room.

Diana left the kitchen, running up to the room. Mrs Dora wasn't giving her a good look, like she had stolen something from her. Right from the onset, Mrs. Dora never liked Diana. She always finds one thing or the other to query her and have her punished.

Diana's heart was beating fast when she heard Mrs Dora call her name. She knew she was in trouble.

"What in heaven's name is wrong with you, Diana?!" She questioned, her hands hung on her waist.

Diana was looking at her with a confused look. "Haven't you heard that the Master is returning to the state today? Do I have to tell you personally that you need to get this room worked on before he returns?"

"I've dressed..."

She didn't let her finish talking, she cut in sharply. "That room doesn't look like it's been dressed. You know what, I've got no time for unnecessary arguments. Just get in there and do the needful before I get back." She walked out, heading for her room.

Diana walked into the room, glaring around to find what exactly wasn't right but didn't find any fault. She began to dress and undress, maybe with that she could get the arrangements perfectly.

She was tired already. Nothing she does seems perfect to Mrs. Dora. Whatever she does gets Mrs. Dora annoyed with her, and she just doesn't know how to make things right with her.

She was about to leave when Mrs. Dora walked in, studying the room. She sees there is nothing to complain about, then she turns her gaze to Diana. "I don't want you messing up when the Alpha returns. I won't tolerate any misbehavior from you especially, or you will have to suffer for it. Understood?"

Diana nodded her head.

"Are you deaf? Or should I force the word out of your mouth?"

"I understand, ma'am."

She eyed her, leaving the room.

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The evening eventually came, it was announced that the alpha had landed in the airport and was probably on his way home. Mrs. Dora made sure everywhere was looking good and presentable for the alpha's return.

Meanwhile, Diana sat at one corner of the mansion, thinking about how her life had been miserable for these past few months under Mrs. Dora's custody. She felt she wasn't just a maid but more of a slave. And it was only her... just her Mrs Dora has got her eyes on.

She heard Mrs Dora yell her name but she refused to talk. She sat still until Mrs. Dora walked up to the corner where she sat. She stood up, her face buried to the ground. "You heard my calls and yet kept quiet?!" She yanked.

"I was...."

She landed a hot slap on her face, "Shut the f**k up and get your ass moving, b***h! I don't see why you're still working here, after all, you don't deserve to be here in the first place."

Diana touched her cheek, that slap really hurts.

Alpha Bryson stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket as he glared at his home. It's been long since he felt the warmth of his home, and he needed to spend the break in the comfort of his bed.

"Welcome home, Bryson." Mrs Dora said, hugging him into her arms.

"It's been long, aunt. How have you been?" He asked, smiling softly at her.

"I've been good. What about you?" She asked back.

"Same here." She orders two maids to take his things from the car.

Alpha Bryson and Mrs. Dora chatted while they made their way to the building. During dinner, the two spent their time discussing how his business had been. After dinner, while in his room, he orders Diana to fetch him a bottle of champagne from the small bar downstairs.

Diana had already sprinkled the ground drugs into the silver cup before taking it to Alpha Bryson's room. She was about to leave when he called her back, ordering her to pour him a glass of champagne. She did so, and she waited, making sure he had drunk every single drop from the cup.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, and that she was taking a big risk but she had to do it. She has to do whatever it takes just to get out of the Tiller's watch, especially from Mrs. Dora's sight.

After what seemed like five minutes, Diana walked in, acting like she was going to clear off the table. But being drunk, Alpha Bryson orders her to stay back. Diana acted not to know what was about to happen, she played scared.

"Your majesty, you... You don't look alright." She said, walking backward.

"I'm perfectly fine, sweetheart, just a little bit... tipsy." He said, walking closer to her even as she made her steps back until her back made contact with the wall.

He stood before her, placing one hand above her head, his face leaned so close to hers. "I'm your Alpha, your master, so whatever I demand from you, you have no right to say no."

"But... But I am your maid. I'm just a servant."

"At a moment like this, it doesn't matter." Before she could think of the next second, he pressed his lips on hers with permission. From a passionate kiss, Alpha Bryson dragged her on the bed. Even as he pulled off her clothes, she couldn't resist his touch and the way his lips moved around her delicate parts.

Diana couldn't resist it because she had wanted this. She wanted him to do to her all it takes to get her pregnant, she wanted him on her.

She had promised herself never to let any man find his way in between her legs until the moon goddess blessed her with her mate. But somehow, those promises were broken. Everything's changed. She was actually committing her first sin with her Alpha. Her Master.