Chapter 15. A Royal Slave and the Mistress

Hermione

"Get out!" Amma ordered after the door jammed behind her. Her eyes shone with rage as she began to throw her things around the place.

The flower vase on her vanity table came first, then the perfumes, jewelry she had lined up to wear the next day came crashing on the cold floor.

I headed towards the door, unshaken by her bouts of anger while wondering what might have transpired between her and Alpha Rolan. It wasn't my business and I could remember how her fingers landed on my cheeks earlier because she thought that I was the reason he had the convulsion.

And the only reason I tolerated her insolence was because I wasn't in a proper position to defend myself. I was the Alpha's slave and her, the mistress. Our status was far apart from each other.

As my fingers closed around the doorknob, I felt her hand tugging the hem of my dress roughly.

"Come back here, you idiot! Where do you think you're going?"