The Alpha’s Slave

S POV

I felt a pillow land roughly on my face, causing me to jolt from the bed as if electrocuted. My eyes snapped open only to see Brianna standing a few meters away from the leg of the bed, her hand on her lips as she tried to hold back her giggles.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My eyes flickered in confusion as I couldn’t understand why she threw a pillow at me and stood there giggling. What was so funny? It was then I noticed she was wearing my oversized shirt.

My eyes popped wide open, enough to shake off any remaining drowsiness in me. That wasn’t just any shirt but the customized birthday shirt my uncle made for me on my 14th birthday.

It had my big smiley face in the centre and was so big it could fit an elephant. My uncle, Joe from my mother’s side wanted me to wear it for my birthday party. My parents supported the idea because they thought it was cute and didn’t see anything wrong with it. But I didn’t wear it because it was too big on my skinny self then and worse of all, embarrassing. My friends and other kids at school would laugh at me if I did and talk about it till the end of the year.

So I made sure not to let them see the shirts. My uncle made about a dozen of them. I hid all of them away where no one would ever see them and came up with the excuse that I donated them to charity. Good thing my uncle and parents didn’t ask further questions because they thought it was nice and generous of me to do that as a young king. Though they frowned a little at it. But it wasn’t something to be worried about.

I still carry those shirts around wherever I go for the memories they invoke. At times, whenever I see or touch them, I remember my parents.

I kept them in a box at the back of my closet where I was sure no one would find them. Catherine never even saw them. So I wondered how Brianna managed to find them.

“What the fuck Brianna,” the words slipped out from my mouth as I flipped the duvet from my body and rose from the bed, not caring I was naked. “Where did you get that?”

I tried to get to her but she ran to the other side of the bed, the fact I was naked with my dick dangling around with the slightest movement I made adding to her giggles.

“Brianna,” I called out as I covered up with my hands, getting frustrated. “Please take off that shirt.”

“But why? You look so cute with your big smiley face on it,” she said playfully, holding up the shirt and looking at my face on it. “Awww… I can even see your dimple and your cheeks are so chubby.”

I tried to stop myself from laughing as I chased her. She hopped on the bed to cross over to the other side of the bed, causing me to groan in more frustration.

But I couldn’t deny I was impressed. I never knew she could be this quick and agile or this fun and playful. Right from the time I set my eyes on her on the stage during that slave auction, she had always looked sad and deeply hurt.

I remember when that auctioneer had raised her chin and I looked into those beautiful grey eyes that held a gleam no makeup could improve. They smouldered with pain too heavy for a person to carry. I vowed to myself to wipe away all that pain. All that burdened her. Her dark past which plagued her. I promised to be her antidote and make her whole again.

I was happy I had succeeded in doing all that. I had succeeded in making a new Brianna. I loved this side of her I never knew existed. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I just hope it will last forever. Hope we will last forever.

“You think you’re smart and fast, uhh?” I smirked as if to challenge her. “I’ll show you what smart and fast really is.”

She was still giggling. Immediately, I grabbed a pillow and pretended to throw it at her. She flinched reflexively in an attempt to dodge it. At instant, I swiftly rolled across the bed and before she could open her eyes, I caught up with her.

“Caught ya!” I snaked my hands around her and I caged her in. “Who is smarter and faster now? Come on, take it off. I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone see those shirts much less wear them.”

She didn’t try to break free. Instead, she kept her hands on top of mine and continued smiling. Softly this time. So softly it melted my heart and made me want to reconsider.

“Please let me keep it. I have always wanted to see what you look like while little. I like seeing little Sebastian,” she chuckled.

I loosened my cagey grip on her and held her snugly. I kissed her multiple times on the side of her neck. She put her hand over the back of my head, pulling me closer into her, her feel and scent so intoxicating I could drink from her.

“Fine. You can keep it. Only because it’s you but you have to promise not to let anyone aside I see you on it,” I tickled her by nibbling on her earlobe.

“I promise,” she giggled and turned to face me. “Your secret is safe with me.”