Alpha Kale's POV.
(R18: Sexual content. Underage or sensitive should skip)
The door slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the frame.
Lira and Mira, my two server girls looked up from the tub, towels in hand, steam curling around their bare legs. I didn't give them time to speak.
"Remind me again, apart from making the bath fucking hot enough. What other use are my server girls?"
Lira stepped forward. "We do whatever the Alpha wants to do. Bath. Talk. Suck" She looked me briefly in the eyes. "Fuck"
I clenched my fist.
You are a sore, a product of an infection, Kale…an oozing pus.
"Strip. Now." I commanded.
Lira dropped her dress first, red hair tumbling down her back.
Mira hesitated, fingers fumbling at her laces. The clumsiness irritated me further.
"You don't mean that, Mully. You are just hurting—"
"Yes. Yes, I do, Kale"
I grabbed Mira by the wrist and yanked her forward, spinning her to face the tub's edge.
"Bend."
