The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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Jordan POV
I presented myself at the pack house, right after school had let out, as I’d been instructed to do by Stella. My muscles were aching by this point and I’d had to take a quick shower because I’d been covered in sweat. Stella hadn’t taken it easy on me, running me haggard as she gave me chore after chore to do until I was almost dizzy with lack of food and sustenance. Apparently, according to her, I only needed two meals a day and I was almost in tears as I walked over to the pack house, not sure my body was going to be able to take this much abuse on a daily basis.
Sarah opened the door, a knowing grin on her face. She looked me up and down, pursing her lips. I stiffened. What I had on was perfectly respectable, at least as far as I was concerned. I had no doubts in the back of my mind that I would be cleaning and doing all sorts of humiliating and degrading things. I had dressed in sweatpants and a loose flowing shirt, with my hair in a messy bun and sneakers to allow for getting myself dirty.
“Jordan,” she said in a fake sweet tone of voice “how nice of you to come. Please come in” she invited, her smile growing wider.
I frowned. She stepped back and I stepped inside, fighting the wave of dizziness that came over me. She closed the door with a decisive click and then turned and began to walk up the stairs, looking over her shoulder. “Don’t just stand there” she said impatiently “Follow me” she hissed.
There was the Sarah I knew and despised, I thought, beginning the torturous ascent upstairs, my muscles protesting with every step. Her heels clacked on the steps as we walked, right up to the top floor and into the bedroom which was hers and Grant’s, both of their scents mingling in the air.
“I have something for you” Sarah grunted, grabbing a bag from the floor and presenting it to me with a flourish, as I looked at her in confusion “I want you to wear this when you attend me and do as I say” she explained, sounding excited.
What exactly was she wanting me to wear? I mean, the omegas just wore comfortable clothing in order to perform their chores. It’s not like there was a specific uniform in place. I felt a terrible sense of foreboding as I clutched the bag. An impending sense of doom. I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.
“Um, what’s wrong with my clothes?” I asked tentatively.
She snorted. “It’s unbecoming as my personal omega. With a uniform, there won’t be any doubts as to who you are serving, and nobody will try to overrule my authority” she explained.
Like that was going to be a problem. You’d have to be crazy to try and overstep your bounds when it came to Sarah. She waved her hand at me and indicated the open door which led to the adjoining bathroom.
“You can get changed in there,” she said with a sigh “Hurry up would you, there’s a lot I want you to get done and I don’t have you all night” she complained.
nodded and took the bag into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind me. I carefully pulled the clothes out of the bag and gave a gasp. This was what she wanted me to wear! This horrendous, repulsive, and downright insulting outfit! I hesitated, but as the future Luna, she did outrank me unless Luna Mary decided to intervene and there was a fat chance of that happening. Damnit. Just when I thought Sarah couldn’t possibly sink any lower she found another way to degrade me and humiliate me even further.
I pulled my clothes off and then put the dress on, half hoping it wouldn’t fit. But Sarah seemed to have a knack for guessing my size and it fit perfectly, with a little room to spare. The black and white combination was flattering, the dress going down to my knees, the white lace, enhancing my bust and making my legs look slimmer. I put the white stockings on and the black matching Mary Jane shoes. I looked like a maid. I gritted my teeth and put my clothes into the bag, before opening the door and showing a smirking Sarah who perused me carefully.
“You’ll do,” she said snidely, taking the bag and dumping it on the bed carelessly “Now come with me” she snarled.
I felt so self-conscious as we descended the stairs, pack members and omegas openly staring and gossiping behind their hands to one another, some openly laughing as we swept past. Sarah marched right into the kitchen and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. I swallowed hard.
“Omegas” she trilled, as they all turned to look at her, some with raised eyebrows “This is Jordan and she will be serving dinner tonight. It will only be myself, Grant, Luna Mary, and Alpha John seated at the table. Please ensure the table is appropriately set. The pack members will be eating outside and Jordan is to attend to me and the others, not them. Is that understood?” she said, eyeing them all.
The omegas nodded, looking bewildered. They looked uncomfortable having Sarah in their presence.
She waved a hand at me. “Go and help them until dinner is ready” she snapped and headed back out of the kitchen while I stood there floundering and feeling miserable.
I approached the kitchen and got to work, washing the dishes which were piled on the kitchen counter and in the sink while another omega silently began to dry them and a third put them away. The cook was busy ensuring that the food was cooking nicely and supervising several other omegas who were setting up tables outside and the one indoors with cutlery, plates, and whatever else was deemed necessary. My stomach growled loudly as the tantalizing aromas of the delicious food filled the air. God, I would have given anything for just one bite, I was starving. My mouth was watering. I forced myself to concentrate on what I was doing, even as I swayed tiredly on my feet. I could feel everyone staring at me, no doubt because of what I was wearing, but did my best to ignore it. I stood out like a sore thumb, and I cursed Sarah in my mind, wishing not for the first time that I was part witch because then she would be suffering from a huge boil on the end of her nose right about now. As well as a huge club foot and green skin.
“Jordan is it?” the cook suddenly yelled out and I turned around in surprise.
“Um yes,” I answered meekly.
“I’m about to start plating up the food for Alpha John and his wife as well as the soon-to-be Alpha and Luna. Would you please go to the study and inform them that dinner will be ready shortly and to be seated at the table?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I said uncertainly.
I dried my hands and then took a deep breath, steeling myself, straightened my shoulders, and walked out of the kitchen and down the endless corridors to the study, knocking on it gently.
“Enter” came Alpha John’s booming voice.
I opened the door and stood in the doorway, fidgeting with my hands. There was stunned silence. I blushed and bit my lip. “The cook says dinner will be ready shortly and can you please be seated at the table” I breathed.
It suddenly struck me that the cook could have mind-linked the Alpha and saved me the trouble of having to personally come here and tell them. I tried not to scowl. I couldn’t mind-link without my wolf.
Grant made a strangled sound, his head whipping around as he glared accusingly at Sarah who was smirking at me. “What in the hell is this?” he demanded. “Why is Jordan dressed like that?” he demanded.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sarah said calmly, looking relaxed while Luna Mary and Alpha John stared at her with recrimination on their faces “She’s my personal omega, and therefore she needs to stand out from the rest. The uniform does that. It makes her look more important and superior to the other omegas. Don’t you think so?” she said looking around and pretending to be perplexed by their reactions.
Grant just looked flabbergasted. It was evident he hadn’t known about this at all. Luna Mary looked upset and Alpha John was angry. “I don’t think this is right” he growled, shaking his head and looking at me remorsefully.
“Unfortunately the laws and rules dictate that Sarah is allowed to choose a personal omega from the pack, no matter who it is. We can’t intervene” Luna Mary said heavily, casting Sarah a dark glance “even if we disagree with her choice. Never before has it been against someone’s will however, and never before have we humiliated somebody in this manner” she chided Sarah who looked at her innocently.
“But it’s not against her will and Father agrees with me that its time Jordan became an omega for the pack house. It’s good for her, especially considering she has no wolf. I stand by the uniform. Anybody who works for me personally will be required to wear it, not just Jordan” Sarah said frostily.
Grant looked pissed, his eyes darkening as he raked his eyes over me. I trembled, sensing the tension in the air as Sarah continued to bat her eyes at him, a small smile on her face.
“I can’t believe you did this” he shot out, standing up and towering over her as she looked at him nonchalantly, his nails digging into his flesh so painfully that it drew blood, trickling down onto the carpet “I can’t believe you would sink this low” he breathed.
“You’re one to talk” Sarah shot back “Or have you forgotten about what you did Grant?” she said in an underlying tone. He blanched, his face draining of color. Was this some sort of revenge that Sarah had organized against him? Was I just some pawn in a game?
Luna Mary cleared her throat, looking distinctly uncomfortable, shooting her husband a sidelong glance. “Thank you for letting us know that dinner was being prepared Jordan. We will be there momentarily” she said respectfully as I inclined my head.
“Yes, thank you my dear” Alpha John said kindly.
Grant bit his lip, his anger increasing. I quietly turned and left the room, but Sarah came up behind me.
“I happen to be starving” she exclaimed loudly and dramatically, as Grant walked behind her, still seething, “I wonder what’s for dinner” she added. “Whatever it is, I bet it’s delicious,” she said gleefully, rubbing her stomach in anticipation. My stomach roiled. If I had to lay bets, dinner was about to be extremely unpleasant. Sarah had just shown Grant how far she was willing to go to enact payback for something he’d done. He’d made the mistake of underestimating her, but what I didn’t understand was how this was affecting him. I’d rejected him so why was he acting like he still had feelings for me? Or was it simply because he felt sorry for me that he was acting this way? Whatever it was, he needed to watch his back, because the more he stood up for me, the angrier and more vindictive Sarah would become.
I presented myself at the pack house, right after school had let out, as I’d been instructed to do by Stella. My muscles were aching by this point and I’d had to take a quick shower because I’d been covered in sweat. Stella hadn’t taken it easy on me, running me haggard as she gave me chore after chore to do until I was almost dizzy with lack of food and sustenance. Apparently, according to her, I only needed two meals a day and I was almost in tears as I walked over to the pack house, not sure my body was going to be able to take this much abuse on a daily basis.
Sarah opened the door, a knowing grin on her face. She looked me up and down, pursing her lips. I stiffened. What I had on was perfectly respectable, at least as far as I was concerned. I had no doubts in the back of my mind that I would be cleaning and doing all sorts of humiliating and degrading things. I had dressed in sweatpants and a loose flowing shirt, with my hair in a messy bun and sneakers to allow for getting myself dirty.
“Jordan,” she said in a fake sweet tone of voice “how nice of you to come. Please come in” she invited, her smile growing wider.
I frowned. She stepped back and I stepped inside, fighting the wave of dizziness that came over me. She closed the door with a decisive click and then turned and began to walk up the stairs, looking over her shoulder. “Don’t just stand there” she said impatiently “Follow me” she hissed.
There was the Sarah I knew and despised, I thought, beginning the torturous ascent upstairs, my muscles protesting with every step. Her heels clacked on the steps as we walked, right up to the top floor and into the bedroom which was hers and Grant’s, both of their scents mingling in the air.
“I have something for you” Sarah grunted, grabbing a bag from the floor and presenting it to me with a flourish, as I looked at her in confusion “I want you to wear this when you attend me and do as I say” she explained, sounding excited.
What exactly was she wanting me to wear? I mean, the omegas just wore comfortable clothing in order to perform their chores. It’s not like there was a specific uniform in place. I felt a terrible sense of foreboding as I clutched the bag. An impending sense of doom. I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.
“Um, what’s wrong with my clothes?” I asked tentatively.
She snorted. “It’s unbecoming as my personal omega. With a uniform, there won’t be any doubts as to who you are serving, and nobody will try to overrule my authority” she explained.
Like that was going to be a problem. You’d have to be crazy to try and overstep your bounds when it came to Sarah. She waved her hand at me and indicated the open door which led to the adjoining bathroom.
“You can get changed in there,” she said with a sigh “Hurry up would you, there’s a lot I want you to get done and I don’t have you all night” she complained.
nodded and took the bag into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind me. I carefully pulled the clothes out of the bag and gave a gasp. This was what she wanted me to wear! This horrendous, repulsive, and downright insulting outfit! I hesitated, but as the future Luna, she did outrank me unless Luna Mary decided to intervene and there was a fat chance of that happening. Damnit. Just when I thought Sarah couldn’t possibly sink any lower she found another way to degrade me and humiliate me even further.
I pulled my clothes off and then put the dress on, half hoping it wouldn’t fit. But Sarah seemed to have a knack for guessing my size and it fit perfectly, with a little room to spare. The black and white combination was flattering, the dress going down to my knees, the white lace, enhancing my bust and making my legs look slimmer. I put the white stockings on and the black matching Mary Jane shoes. I looked like a maid. I gritted my teeth and put my clothes into the bag, before opening the door and showing a smirking Sarah who perused me carefully.
“You’ll do,” she said snidely, taking the bag and dumping it on the bed carelessly “Now come with me” she snarled.
I felt so self-conscious as we descended the stairs, pack members and omegas openly staring and gossiping behind their hands to one another, some openly laughing as we swept past. Sarah marched right into the kitchen and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. I swallowed hard.
“Omegas” she trilled, as they all turned to look at her, some with raised eyebrows “This is Jordan and she will be serving dinner tonight. It will only be myself, Grant, Luna Mary, and Alpha John seated at the table. Please ensure the table is appropriately set. The pack members will be eating outside and Jordan is to attend to me and the others, not them. Is that understood?” she said, eyeing them all.
The omegas nodded, looking bewildered. They looked uncomfortable having Sarah in their presence.
She waved a hand at me. “Go and help them until dinner is ready” she snapped and headed back out of the kitchen while I stood there floundering and feeling miserable.
I approached the kitchen and got to work, washing the dishes which were piled on the kitchen counter and in the sink while another omega silently began to dry them and a third put them away. The cook was busy ensuring that the food was cooking nicely and supervising several other omegas who were setting up tables outside and the one indoors with cutlery, plates, and whatever else was deemed necessary. My stomach growled loudly as the tantalizing aromas of the delicious food filled the air. God, I would have given anything for just one bite, I was starving. My mouth was watering. I forced myself to concentrate on what I was doing, even as I swayed tiredly on my feet. I could feel everyone staring at me, no doubt because of what I was wearing, but did my best to ignore it. I stood out like a sore thumb, and I cursed Sarah in my mind, wishing not for the first time that I was part witch because then she would be suffering from a huge boil on the end of her nose right about now. As well as a huge club foot and green skin.
“Jordan is it?” the cook suddenly yelled out and I turned around in surprise.
“Um yes,” I answered meekly.
“I’m about to start plating up the food for Alpha John and his wife as well as the soon-to-be Alpha and Luna. Would you please go to the study and inform them that dinner will be ready shortly and to be seated at the table?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I said uncertainly.
I dried my hands and then took a deep breath, steeling myself, straightened my shoulders, and walked out of the kitchen and down the endless corridors to the study, knocking on it gently.
“Enter” came Alpha John’s booming voice.
I opened the door and stood in the doorway, fidgeting with my hands. There was stunned silence. I blushed and bit my lip. “The cook says dinner will be ready shortly and can you please be seated at the table” I breathed.
It suddenly struck me that the cook could have mind-linked the Alpha and saved me the trouble of having to personally come here and tell them. I tried not to scowl. I couldn’t mind-link without my wolf.
Grant made a strangled sound, his head whipping around as he glared accusingly at Sarah who was smirking at me. “What in the hell is this?” he demanded. “Why is Jordan dressed like that?” he demanded.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sarah said calmly, looking relaxed while Luna Mary and Alpha John stared at her with recrimination on their faces “She’s my personal omega, and therefore she needs to stand out from the rest. The uniform does that. It makes her look more important and superior to the other omegas. Don’t you think so?” she said looking around and pretending to be perplexed by their reactions.
Grant just looked flabbergasted. It was evident he hadn’t known about this at all. Luna Mary looked upset and Alpha John was angry. “I don’t think this is right” he growled, shaking his head and looking at me remorsefully.
“Unfortunately the laws and rules dictate that Sarah is allowed to choose a personal omega from the pack, no matter who it is. We can’t intervene” Luna Mary said heavily, casting Sarah a dark glance “even if we disagree with her choice. Never before has it been against someone’s will however, and never before have we humiliated somebody in this manner” she chided Sarah who looked at her innocently.
“But it’s not against her will and Father agrees with me that its time Jordan became an omega for the pack house. It’s good for her, especially considering she has no wolf. I stand by the uniform. Anybody who works for me personally will be required to wear it, not just Jordan” Sarah said frostily.
Grant looked pissed, his eyes darkening as he raked his eyes over me. I trembled, sensing the tension in the air as Sarah continued to bat her eyes at him, a small smile on her face.
“I can’t believe you did this” he shot out, standing up and towering over her as she looked at him nonchalantly, his nails digging into his flesh so painfully that it drew blood, trickling down onto the carpet “I can’t believe you would sink this low” he breathed.
“You’re one to talk” Sarah shot back “Or have you forgotten about what you did Grant?” she said in an underlying tone. He blanched, his face draining of color. Was this some sort of revenge that Sarah had organized against him? Was I just some pawn in a game?
Luna Mary cleared her throat, looking distinctly uncomfortable, shooting her husband a sidelong glance. “Thank you for letting us know that dinner was being prepared Jordan. We will be there momentarily” she said respectfully as I inclined my head.
“Yes, thank you my dear” Alpha John said kindly.
Grant bit his lip, his anger increasing. I quietly turned and left the room, but Sarah came up behind me.
“I happen to be starving” she exclaimed loudly and dramatically, as Grant walked behind her, still seething, “I wonder what’s for dinner” she added. “Whatever it is, I bet it’s delicious,” she said gleefully, rubbing her stomach in anticipation. My stomach roiled. If I had to lay bets, dinner was about to be extremely unpleasant. Sarah had just shown Grant how far she was willing to go to enact payback for something he’d done. He’d made the mistake of underestimating her, but what I didn’t understand was how this was affecting him. I’d rejected him so why was he acting like he still had feelings for me? Or was it simply because he felt sorry for me that he was acting this way? Whatever it was, he needed to watch his back, because the more he stood up for me, the angrier and more vindictive Sarah would become.
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