The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Sarah POV
I fumed as I strode toward my car, my hands shaking as I grabbed the key from my small backpack and pressed the button to unlock it, sliding into the driver’s side with a scowl on my face. Grant was humiliating me as much as he could, denying me the most simple of things in order to punish me for something he didn’t even know I had done! He had no proof, but he had his suspicions I thought glumly, something I hadn’t anticipated. I thought for certain, he would have put his hazy memory down to too much alcohol or simply shrugged it off. Maybe I had been too cocky in regards to the plan? Stupid, stupid Grant, I growled to myself, slamming my hands on the steering wheel in frustration. Why couldn’t he just leave well enough alone?
My breath hitched as I thought back to how he had used me, pretending that I was my disgusting, repulsive sister as he made love to me. There had been such a gentleness in his eyes, a softness in his voice as he spoke to me, that I should have realized that something was going on. He’d never spoken to me like that before when we’d had s*x. It had been nice. It hurt, so bad inside, to know that those words hadn’t been intended for me. What was it about Jordan that made Grant so gentle and loving towards her? He’d accepted the rejection; he shouldn’t have any feelings left for her I thought miserably. For the first time, I doubted the plan I had put in place. Maybe I had been too hasty? But the notion of being Luna of the pack and having the ultimate power was too much for me to resist. I drummed my fingernails on the steering wheel, my perfectly manicured nails shining brightly at me. I was one of the most beautiful women in the pack, shouldn’t that have been enough for Grant? I took care of myself, was fit, thin, and could fight at least reasonably well. I was a credit to my father, he was more than proud of me, especially in regard to Jordan who resembled the state puff marshmallow man from Ghostbusters. What was I lacking I wondered? What did Jordan have that instinctively drew Grant to her like a moth to a flame and had Jaxon treating her like a kid sister? It was infuriating to think that I was lacking in some way, that she had the upper hand or some advantage over me. For so long I had regarded her as being inferior and now, I was having to look at her in a brand new light.
Surely there must be another way to humiliate and degrade her? I thought long and hard. What could I do that was within my power and that Jordan, not to mention Grant could really refuse? What was going to hurt her and Grant the most? Because I wanted to torture her as well as him. It wouldn’t be much fun just hurting her. I wanted to hurt him as well. Especially after what he did to me. He didn’t get to embarrass me like that and walk away. No way. He was going to pay for what he’d done. He just didn’t know it yet.
An idea began to flicker in my mind. It was perfect. Genius in fact. I hummed lightly under my breath. My father would agree to it, but he hated Jordan so that was a given, but how would Stella react when I broached the idea with her? I still didn’t know her that well and she seemed like a lovely woman, but I had noticed how she spoke to Jordan and her mannerisms towards her. She had treated Jordan with scorn and contempt the other day, much like my father did. So surely she would be on my side as well? I giggled to myself and slowly started the car. I had a side trip to make before school.
I drove recklessly toward my old home, parking carelessly in front of the house and climbing out, carefully walking in my heels. I knocked on the front door, tentatively. I knew my father would still be home. I hadn’t seen him at the pack house and he’d taken some time off from the sounds of it, to help Stella transition into her new home and into the pack.
The door opened and my father inhaled sharply before a wide smile spread on his face. “Sarah, darling” he exclaimed, embracing me tightly “What on earth are you doing here back so soon?”
There was a twinge of concern in his voice. I forced a laugh to my throat. “Actually I was hoping to speak to you,” I said lightly “It’s in regards to something important.”
He looked a little mystified but nodded, stepping back as I came in and shut the door, leading the way into the kitchen where Stella sat, calmly sipping at a cup of coffee, a serene expression on her lovely face.
“Good morning Sarah,” she said warmly “I wasn’t aware we were expecting you” she added.
“Oh this was a spur-of-the-moment trip” I assured her, sitting down at the table and looking around suspiciously “Where’s Jordan?” I asked warily.
Hopefully, the b***h had already left for school I thought scornfully.
My father cleared his throat, looking angry. “We had an argument this morning. Or rather she crossed the line and as a result, she’s currently in the hole” he barked, his eyes narrowed and glittering with disdain while Stella nodded tightly.
I relaxed. This was even better than I had hoped. I didn’t even feel sorry for Jordan. From the sounds of it, she was getting what she deserved. I grinned, feeling slightly more upbeat. The hole was a miserable punishment, consisting of an old well and forcing Jordan into it. It was dark, and damp and there were small critters in the bottom of it. I also knew she was claustrophobic so that made it even more rewarding to me. I smirked, enjoying the image of her huddled against the wall, sobbing quietly, her hands to her face as rats ran over her feet and body.
My father interrupted my musings. “So what exactly did you come to see us about?” he asked jovially “I mean it’s not to come move home is it?” he added suspiciously.
I giggled and threw my hair over my shoulder, shaking my head and pretending all was well. “Of course not Daddy” I breathed, widening my eyes and looking at him all innocent as he relaxed in his chair “Everything is going swimmingly” I lied.
“So was this just an impromptu visit or is there something that you need?” Stella asked sweetly, placing her mug down with a small clink on the table.
I fidgeted with my hands. Now that I was here, I was going to have to tread carefully. I wriggled uncomfortably in my chair and then cleared my throat, lifting my eyes to meet my father’s gaze.
“There is something that I want from you,” I said quietly “but it means that you would have to agree to it. I want Jordan as my personal omega at the pack. I don’t trust the other ones to serve me properly and quite frankly, I think it’s time she became a servant in the pack house anyway, don’t you?”
My father frowned. “The thing is, Luna Mary and Alpha John may not like the idea, Jordan being a Gamma’s daughter and all” he explained with a tightness in his throat “They have always been against the idea.”
I already knew that. “They don’t have that option anymore. Not with me being in line to be Luna. It’s well within my prerogative to demand a personal omega or servant if you will. Jordan is practically an omega, considering her weakness and the fact she has no wolf” I pointed out “They won’t have any choice but to agree or to stay out of my business. They won’t be able to intercede on her behalf.”
My father was thoughtful. Stella looked impressed and a little disgruntled. I gathered that she was wanting Jordan to do tasks at home. “Jordan could still come home on weekends to do work for you” I improvised quickly “but during the week she would be mine.”
There, a compromise, that should work, I thought with satisfaction.
Stella looked a lot better now, nodding thoughtfully. My father gave a low grunt, pinning me with a stare. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I’m not going to stand in your way, but you would have to make sure she worked, did the job. No favoritism and I especially don’t want you going easy on her. I also want her to continue going to training sessions” he warned me “She doesn’t get to miss out just because you want her to work for you.”
I nodded my agreement, feeling gleeful. “Oh, I’m more than happy for her to attend training sessions” I drawled.
After all, they were one of the highlights of my day, watching her get humiliated on a weekly basis. I wouldn’t want to miss my entertainment of the week, now would I?
My father rubbed his chin, looking a bit tired. “I want her to stew in the hole for at least a few days. I’m thinking that she shouldn’t go back to school as it ends in a week anyway with your graduation” he bit out “When do you want her to start” he added with a snarl.
A few days in the hole I mused. I figured two days should be enough to punish her for whatever she’d done to piss Father off and it would give me time to go shopping for the stuff I would need. I gave my father a beaming smile.
“How about the day after tomorrow” I improvised “Seeing as she’s not going to school, why don’t you keep her until the afternoon, and then I have her after schools finished? Then I’m going to want her for the whole day” I warned.
“That sounds fair” Stella agreed, “I do have some stuff I want done around the house” she mused.
“Deal” my father exhaled.
I did have one concern. “What if Jordan tries to leave and go to another pack?” I asked.
She was eighteen after all. My father laughed. “She can’t go, not without my consent, or the consent of Alpha John and Luna Mary. They’ll never give it, not without a good reason and if I tell them I can’t live without her, they won’t grant it. They’ll think she’s just being rebellious because of her new title. Trust me, unless she runs away, in which case she’ll be dragged back, she’s stuck here for the long term.”
Brilliant. “When I become Luna and Grant becomes Alpha she’ll be stuck here permanently” I realized “because we’d have to be the ones to grant permission.”
“Exactly” my father agreed.
I giggled and then glanced at the time. s**t. It was getting late. I stood up hastily. “I have to get to school,” I said in a rush, hugging him and Stella “but it was nice to see you. Thank you for everything” I said as he hugged me tight.
“No problems” he called out as I raced towards my car “I’ll send Jordan over in two days” he promised in a low tone. Perfect. I started the car, waved goodbye, and peeled out of the driveway with a squeal of tires. Now onto the next part of my plan, I thought maliciously as the scenery passed by in a blur. Jordan and Grant weren’t going to know what hit them.