The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 53: Chapter 53

Grant POV
My rage was increasing with every step I took, my wolf Hades was so beyond frustrated that it was all I could do to hold him back when he wanted to shift and tear Sarah’s head off and rip her to shreds, limb from limb. She’d deliberately engineered this. A punishment for using her and pretending she was Jordan. This was her response. When I’d first seen Jordan in the maid outfit, my c**k had grown hard and I’d stared at her hungrily, my eyes widening until realization had dawned. This wasn’t some sexy cosplay or sensual attempt at seduction. This was a blatant attempt to humiliate Jordan and me in the process. What was Sarah up to now? I was going to kill her when I got my hands on her. How dare she do this to Jordan?
We sat at the table. I glowered at Sarah who curled her lip back and smirked at me. My hands clenched around the table as Jordan quietly moved around us, pouring wine into the glasses. I grabbed one so hard that it was a miracle it didn’t shatter. I sniffed the wine, and then reasonably certain it wasn’t drugged, took a huge gulp, slamming the glass back down in a foul temper.
“I know you’re angry son, but this is going beyond that. What is wrong?” asked my father.
Sarah arched a brow, daring me to speak the truth.
“I think this is demeaning to Jordan and beyond the scope of Sarah’s role” I hissed, as Jordan went pale, her hands trembling as she stepped away, heading towards the kitchen counter “Since when do we degrade our pack members for our own purposes?” I added sourly.
My father looked at me approvingly, agreement etched on his face.
“Unfortunately I can’t change the rules and the laws,” my mother said tightly, looking disapprovingly at Sarah “but I do urge you to reconsider what you have implemented here. Jordan is a sweet girl and I do feel that this is beyond the pale” she admonished an unrepentant Sarah.
“Forgive me for my rudeness Luna Mary,” Sarah said respectfully “but this is my decision to make and I have decided that Jordan will be my personal omega. It would be futile to try and change my mind” she added, pointedly looking at me in particular as I considered throwing my fork at her.
“That’s your prerogative” my mother sighed as my father grimaced and looked towards Jordan sympathetically. “Change the laws” I grunted “They are stupid anyway. Who needs a personal omega? What, you aren’t capable of wiping your own ass or getting your own food?” I teased Sarah whose eyes lit up in a fury.
My father was thoughtful. “It’s never occurred to me to do such a thing before. It’s true that we have held onto the rules and traditions that our forefathers have left in their stead and only corrected certain ones. Maybe this is something that you should do Grant? After all, it’s not going to be long until you become Alpha, and Sarah you become Luna. I’m sure that you would be highly regarded if you were to discard this one, instead of adhering to it” he said wisely.
“My thoughts exactly,” I said grimly, as Jordan tentatively began to place plates of food in front of us all, starting with my mother and father first.
Sarah looked peeved now. This clearly wasn’t going the way she envisioned. She was being ganged up on and she didn’t like it. Tough, I thought unsympathetically, watching as her plans unfolded right in front of her eyes.
Jordan finished serving up the plates and stood back, folding her hands together in front of her and standing patiently at the ready. I hated it. She wasn’t supposed to be some sort of servant at our beck and call. That outfit though….my mouth watered just looking at her. She was stunning. The black and white dress really suited her, and the white stockings made her legs look shapely and slim. The dress was tight under her bosom, enhancing the roundness and the largeness of her breasts, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders in waves. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my arousal growing by the minute.
Sarah finished off her glass and held it up impatiently. “More wine please Jordan” she barked.
Jordan scurried over and grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring Sarah another glass, careful not to spill a drop, putting the bottle back down on the table and stepping back again, while my father and mother looked at Sarah in disbelief.
“Honey if you drink too much, you’ll end up sick. That wine is particularly strong for shifters. It’s meant to be sipped slowly and savored” my mother said in dismay.
Sarah nodded. She took another gulp, ignoring my mother’s instructions. My mother bit her lip looking chagrined. I sneered at Sarah. She was completely oblivious to how bad she was looking in front of my parents. Maybe I didn’t need to make her life a living hell, after all, to get her to leave. She was doing a good job of ruining her chances of becoming the future Luna all on her own. My mother and father were seeing her in a whole new light, and they weren’t liking what they saw.
My mother sipped at her wine and tucked into her food. I scowled down at my plate and ferociously bit into the stuffed chicken breast, barely tasting it. Jordan looked nervous now, as Sarah finished her glass and waved the empty glass at her again.
“Hurry up you useless wench” she snarled.
I heard my mother inhale sharply. “We don’t speak to our omegas that way” she exclaimed before I could say a word “and Jordan is your sister. How can you speak to her like that?”
Sarah laughed, a bitter sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Jordan might be my sister but that doesn’t mean I love her or like her for that matter,” she said cruelly as Jordan attempted to top up her glass, which proved to be rather difficult as Sarah was waving it around as she spoke.
“Enough Sarah” I cut in, my eyes darkening, my tone low and dangerous as she looked at me, satisfaction warring in her eyes. She was enjoying this. Enjoying the reaction, she had provoked in me and my parents. It was her way of establishing boundaries and throwing down the stakes.
Her eyes glittered with mirth. “What’s the matter Grant? Is something upsetting you?” she scoffed “I wonder what it could be?” she mused, hiccupping.
Jordan was still desperately attempting to pour her a drink, the glass constantly moving as she tried to pour.
“You are making a spectacle of yourself,” I said coldly.
My mother put her face in her hands, while my father reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her. This dinner had turned into a complete shambles, thanks to Sarah, who wasn’t quite finished yet. Jordan made the mistake of accidentally spilling a few drops of wine onto the tablecloth, letting out a gasp of dismay, although it could hardly be considered her fault.
“You i***t” Sarah hissed, flinging the glass of wine directly into Jordan’s stunned eyes, the wine glass breaking into shards on the ground as Jordan gave a startled cry of pain.
“Sarah” I roared, getting to my feet and rushing to Jordan “you’ve gone too far. Get out” I bellowed. Frantically trying to wipe Jordan’s eyes with my shirt as she sobbed.
An omega handed me a wet cloth and I wiped Jordan’s eyes gingerly as she stood still. I was very aware of the glass littering the floor. I could see shards poking out of her stockings, blood ruining the whiteness of them. She’d been hit more than once. Sarah wasn’t even the slightest bit remorseful. She sidled up to me as my mother began to direct the omegas to clean up the broken glass and my father began to talk to her in low murmurs.
“You even think of changing that law and I’ll make Jordan’s life even more worse than it already is” she breathed under her breath.
“Get the f**k away from here” I roared, not giving a whit’s end about what she was threatening to do “In fact, I want her put in the dungeon Father, for her misconduct of today and her treatment of an innocent omega” I snarled.
Jordan looked shocked. Sarah turned white. “You can’t do that. I’m the future Luna. She deserved what she got” she taunted.
“I agree with Grant,” my father said heavily, mind-linking some warriors to come and escort her away “What you just did goes far beyond what is expected behavior of a future Luna and was extremely disrespectful towards a fellow pack member.”
“What, no” screamed Sarah, suddenly realizing how much trouble she had gotten herself into “She’s a nobody. Who cares what happens to her.”
She turned and began to run, only to halt in her tracks as two warriors stopped her in the doorway, clapping silver cuffs on her wrists as she wailed in fear. “Luna Mary” she cried, sniffling and glancing hopefully towards my mother “Please, it was only a joke. I didn’t mean for it to get this far. Don’t do this to me” she pleaded, hoping my mother would be too soft-hearted to follow through with the consequence.
My mother looked away, severely disappointed in her. She shook her head. “You need to learn to respect others, even when you regard them as being inferior to you,” she said quietly. “Perhaps some time alone will allow you to contemplate what you have done wrong and allow you to come to a clearer resolution on how you could have handled this better.” Her tone was firm. Sarah’s mouth gaped open. She began to scream, kicking wildly and flailing around as the warriors grimly dragged her away. Jordan’s eyes shimmered with tears.
“Are you alright my dear?” my mother asked, rushing up to Jordan.
Jordan blinked. “I think so” she murmured “I can see but my eyes sting” she added looking up at me, her eyes still watering.
I felt a wave of protectiveness wash over me. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go. I itched to do just that. But the rejection remained in my mind, and I forced myself to holdfast. My mother looked downwards and spotted the shards in her legs. “Oh, I’ll grab some tweezers and bandages” she exclaimed, darting towards the stairs.
Jordan looked embarrassed. “I can take care of it by myself,” she said in a hushed whisper but my mother was already well and truly gone. I grabbed her and lifted her with ease, sitting her on the kitchen counter, letting her legs dangle so that it was easier to access the shards.
“I’m sorry you were hurt,” I said gruffly, wishing I had prevented all of this from happening.
Jordan bit her lip. “Not your fault, Sarah is just…” she trailed off “Well Sarah” she laughed awkwardly.
“She’ll be punished for what she’s done” I added, narrowing my eyes.
Jordan gulped. Why did she look so fearful? I was punishing Sarah on her behalf. Shouldn’t that have made her happy?” Just promise me you’ll take it easy on her. She has a good heart. She just doesn’t show it sometimes” she murmured as I stared at her disbelieving.
How was it, even after something like now, Jordan still had the capacity to be so kind and selfless? Her generosity, made me fall just that little bit deeper in love with her all over again as I stared into her dark eyes and lost another, small part of myself.