The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

The feel of the soft morning rays as they warmed my skin, along with the delicate melodies of the birds, and the rustling of the leaves to the gentle morning breeze from outside caressed my ears, waking me as my eyes flickered open.

Stretching and stifling a yawn with the back of my hand, I turned, hoping to see Catherine. But I was greeted by a vacant pillow and space.

Propping myself up to the leather headboard of the bed, a flutter of confusion brushed against my face. I knew for a fact I always woke up earlier than her. And I was a light sleeper. I would have known when she prepared and headed out.

Last night was long. And so unexpected it made me sleep longer than usual. Blowing out a heavy breath, I momentarily squeezed my eyes shut as every bit and fragment of everything that happened that night replayed in my head. It wasn’t meant to happen. Even though we hadn’t had sex in weeks, I wasn’t prepared for it.

But Catherine with her delicate state that yesterday and seductive prowess coaxed me into it. She started deep-throating, taking in my juices. The next thing I knew we were on the bed with her on top of me, thrusting with so much energy and gasping with so much ecstasy.

The scenarios of last night were still bogging my mind when someone suddenly popped in between.

Shit!! Shit!!! Shit!!! Shit!!!!!

Brianna! I had forgotten I was meant to go check up on her yesterday. Forgotten I was meant to calm her. Tell her she didn’t have to worry about yesterday’s incident with Catherine seeing me holding her on the bed. And most importantly, I needed to make sure she had taken her medication as the doctor prescribed.

Flipping the duvet from my body, I caught sight of a long pink envelope falling off from where Catherine would have been if she were still in bed.

With my brows squished together in confusion, I walked over to the other side of the bed and picked it up. I let my fingers brush against the smooth, crisp paper as I opened it. A caption that said “To you, my love with a heart shape” was boldly inscribed on top of it. I held back a chuckle as I saw that. Ever since I returned from that auction, Catherine hadn’t called me “my love”. It’s been so long the word sounded a bit foreign and kind of odd to my ears. I guess her panic attack and last night did trigger a change in her. A change I hoped would last forever.

The contents of the letter said;

“A wonderful morning sweetheart. And happy third anniversary to us!! The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step and I’m happy we’ve made it this far.

Firstly, I want to thank you for last night. It was amazing. I enjoyed every second of it. You must be wondering why I had left very early this morning. Well, I had gone to meet up with the event planner and oversee the preparations she is making for our anniversary dinner party tomorrow. I need to make sure everything is perfect and matches up to our taste.

As I write this letter, my heart swells with a love that words alone cannot express. These three years of my life with you have been the best I could ask for. I love you darling. To the moon and back. My love for you is genuine. Boundless. Timeless. I see us growing old together, hand in hand, the wrinkles on our skin, the white hairs on our heads, a testament to a life well lived.

I want us to stop fighting, sweetheart. Let us replace those bitter words we said to each other with tender understanding, the heated arguments with gentle compromises. I promise to be a better wife to you. Promise to be the type of wife you dreamed of having. I promise to be that Catherine you married three years ago. And I also promise you with every blood that flows through my veins. With every beat my heart makes. With every breath I take, that no one or anything will get in between us. No one will destroy what we’ve built over these past few years together.

A big cheers to us-our past, our present, and the unwritten chapters of our future. I love you so, so much.

And you don’t have to worry about getting me an exquisite gown for this year’s celebration. We’ll be wearing matching outfits to our dinner party tomorrow night. Sorry, I didn’t tell you. But I took your measurements to the designer about a week ago. I wanted to surprise you. So you don’t have to worry about looking for what to wear. I chose baby pink and white as the colour of our outfits and the event. Hope you like it. And I was also hoping we could plan a weekend getaway to a five-star hotel or luxurious penthouse for just the two of us after the dinner party tomorrow.

Happy anniversary once again, my love!!!

Kisses and hugs from your most beautiful wife, CATHERINE.

Folding the paper, my lips parted in awe and somewhat surprise. I guess the panic attack and the love we made last night had truly changed her for good.

Reading through those words had somehow rekindled the love I had for her. The love that was fading away. The love that was slowly slipping from my grasp. I just wished those words were from her heart. And that she truly meant every syllable she wrote. And most importantly, I hoped she wouldn’t hit Brianna anymore. And make her feel like she was a threat that needed to be eliminated.

Thank Goodness she said I didn’t have to worry about getting her a gown for the anniversary. The thought of getting her a gown she liked was more than enough to drive one crazy. I had given Brianna the one I intended to gift her for tomorrow’s celebration.

Brianna had worn it to the small dinner I organized for us both the day she arrived at the castle. I’m sure she still had it. And I had no plans to ask for it since she had already worn it and it fitted her perfectly.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

I would have preferred purple and red to the baby pink and white she chose as the colour of the event. But I didn’t have to worry. As long as she liked the colour combo, she could go ahead with it.

Popping out a breath, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower and prepare myself for the day. I needed to make sure Brianna was feeling well and wasn’t worrying over yesterday’s incident. Damn!! I have wasted way too much time already.