Amelia's POV
"Hey, Schiava. Come here," I heard the Master's voice from downstairs. I quickly abandoned the dishes I was washing and fled down the stairs. I hoped he wasn't angry.
Schiava is the Spanish word for slave.
When I got down I met him standing by the fireplace, tapping his foot impatiently. It looks like I am in a lot of trouble.
"Master, here I am." I bowed, waiting for him to turn and acknowledge me.
As soon as he heard the sound of my voice, he swirled around, I could feel his stare intently on my face.
"There you are," he said, I could bet he had a smirk or a lazy smile on his face.
I said nothing, waiting to be assigned a duty.
"Where is my sister?" he asked suddenly.
"Mistress Ava said she was going to "keep an eye on things" happening in the pack and won't be available for lunch," I replied.
"Hmm– isn't she aware of Alpha Rogers's visit?" he thought aloud.
"Of course she isn't, the bastard fixed an impromptu meeting, it seems like he is beginning to suspect us," he went on, I didn't dare to raise my head or ask what it was about, after all it is not my business.
"Go in and call one of the guards for me, I need to send for my sister, she will have a solution to this."
"Okay, Master," I said and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
I stopped in my tracks, sudden fear gripped me. Did I do anything wrong?
"We are having a very important guest today, I want you to stay out of the way, the other slaves and my sister will arrange the pack house to meet him," he said, I nodded to show that I heard what he said.
"Alpha Roger is fond of taking things that don't belong to him, I am afraid that he might want to take you for himself," he added. I made the mistake of looking up and catching his gaze unexpectedly.
He was looking at me the way he does whenever he invites me to the "Cum room" as we call it. It is basically a place where "Clients" which are members of the pack and other neighboring packs, sleep with any slave of their choice as far as they can afford the price if the slave. It wasn't a pleasant place to be, I must say.
"You look particularly succulent today, it seems like your heating period is drawing near," he commented, I gulped. Wishing that it wasn't true, I haven't experienced heat but I have seen other slaves go into heat and trust me when I say it is not pleasant. The Master and his trusted men surrounds such female, due to the effect if the heat, the female will be sexually active and until she has a male reproductive organ buried inside of her, she will be in so much pain.
The Master and his men will take turns to have her but it is after making her beg them to f*ck her. It was really not something to wish on yourself.
I looked away quickly. He took a few steps forward and instinctively I took some steps backward.
"Don't move," he commanded, immediately my body obeyed. Being his slave for the past twelve years has thought me things, initially, I proved stubborn and he beats me almost every time but now, I have long resigned to my fate.
He took some steps forward and now stood right in front of me. He pulled my shirt up.
"It looks like someone has begun to follow my rules," he smirked.
Rule number #7: On no account should you wear undergarments unless instructed or on special occasions.
I flushed, feeling his gaze on me. I knew what to expect next, I closed my eyes tightly to suppress a likely panic.
But just as he reached for one of my boobs the door flung open.
"Ian! Are you sick? Can't you hear the rumors flying around? Alpha Roger is in the neighboring pack and might come here too." the voice of Mistress Ava resounded. He immediately withdrew his hands and pushed me aside. I staggered.
"Sister! I am glad you are here," he said, walking up to her.
"I highly doubt that. What are you doing with this Slave when we have pressing issues at hand."
He smiled, "You of all people should understand, although I wasn't going to do much with her, just a quickie."
I flinched at what he said, a quickie with the master is worse than scrubbing the whole pack house. I really don't know what to use to quantify it.
"That is by the way, so what are we going to do about Roger? You know how he is, if he finds out about about the slave trade, he might end our pack."
"I know all these, which is why I was looking for you. We have to prepare for his visit."
"Prepare? The slaves are more than fifty, how can we hide them? He might decide to take a walk and discover them in the process." Mistress Ava stressed.
"I am a genius, I have had everything sorted out already. I have made maid dresses available, the females are to wear them and act like maids, same thing goes for the males, the guard uniforms are made available. You should organize the Zetas to handle the males while you look into the females."
"Well okay. Schiava, follow me, we have certain things to take care of." she said.
"No. Schiava won't be part of the preparations."
"And why is that?" Mistress Ava asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Roger always takes what belongs to others, it is his way of showing his strength and–"
"And?"
"And this slave is mine."