Doreen had been filled with mixed reactions when the Beta came to servant quarters and ordered her to serve the alpha tonight.
He had insisted that she change out of her servant uniform to a nice dress.
Doreen stood in front of her small mirror, adjusting the neckline of her dress, her fingers trembling with anticipation about what will happen tonight. The dress she wore was perfect, she loved how soft the fabric feels and how it hugged her curves in all the right places, and she'd even dabbed on some perfume—just a touch behind her ears and wrists.
She wasn't a baby, she knew what it meant when the Beta had insisted she wear a nice dress and report to the Alpha's chamber that night. He had strictly instructed her not to knock but to walk in when she got there. He said that the Alpha
