Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 81: Getting dressed with Damien

Chapter 81: Getting dressed with Damien

Avoiding his gaze, she continued her meal, nearly spilling it due to the intense stare coming from Damien.

"Didn’t you offer to feed me?" He reminded her of her earlier offer.

"I’d prefer to dine alone," she requested, feigning dissatisfaction with his presence.

"Remember, you are under lockdown. I am here to ensure there are no mistakes," he disclosed, leaving Aurora wondering about his cryptic words. Why would anyone make mistakes with just a guard stationed outside?

Just as she was about to inquire, she heard Damien command, "Enter," his voice clear and authoritative.

Following his directive, a group of elegantly dressed young women entered, each holding boxes, clothing racks, and tools, leaving Aurora utterly puzzled. Why were they here, and why did they look like costume designers?

"What’s going on?" She turned to Damien with a bewildered expression.

"Begin," he dismissed her question, focusing on the young women, who acknowledged his instruction and moved closer to Aurora.

"What... are.....you?" Aurora struggled to find the right words as they guided her to stand and led her away from her seat. Although their touch was gentle, Aurora felt uneasy and longed to understand why she was being dressed up.

They had set up a makeshift grooming area in the room. With a towel draped over her shoulders, they cleansed her face, mouth washed her, and attended to minor parts on her face.

Growing frustrated, she glanced at Damien, who was engrossed in a women’s magazine, a sight that nearly made her scoff. ’Why was he so serious, as if he understood anything about women’s fashion?’ She mocked internally, letting out an absentminded giggle, earning surprised looks from the women.

"Carry on, I am alright," she assured them, prompting them to proceed. They used a cotton bud to clean her ears, which tickled her. The face cleansing continued until they were satisfied with their work and finally released her.

Aurora was instructed to stand, and she complied, awaiting the next phase of treatment, whatever that might be. Her discomfort grew as she felt them start to remove her clothing. "What are you doing?!" She exclaimed, inching away from them with widened eyes.

"I have seen it all before anyway," Damien mumbled, embarrassing Aurora and causing her to blush as she averted her gaze from the young women. They understood her discomfort and quickly assembled a standing curtain for her privacy.

"Thank you," Aurora expressed gratitude for their professionalism. They were prepared for every situation, relieving her of the worry that she would be undressing in front of Damien. Despite the fact that he had seen it all, she still preferred being private in front of him.

They presented a blue short dress and assisted her in putting it on. Thinking the ordeal was over, she furrowed her brow when they guided her beyond the curtain, toward Damien’s direction.

Facing him, he scrutinized her from head to toe, making her uneasy as the short dress accentuated her figure.

"Mid, once more!" Damien commented, and the woman in charge pulled her behind the curtain again.

Wait, was this some kind of fashion show?

"Why am I changing again?" Unable to suppress her frustration, she questioned, stopping them from removing the blue dress.

"Alpha isn’t pleased with it," the woman in charge replied with a comforting smile that nearly melted Aurora’s annoyance. Giving in at last, she allowed them to dress her in a stylish blouse paired with a simple skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, "It’s beautiful," she complimented herself.

As they escorted her for the review, she was confident he would approve, as she herself was content with her choice.

Standing before him, his gaze moved over her, meticulously assessing every contour. With a sigh, he gestured dismissively.

"Too plain,"

"What?!" Disbelief colored her voice, struggling to fathom why he would reject such a perfect outfit. Given her aversion to revealing clothing, she favored simplicity, much like the attire she wore.

Recalling the short dress he had sent her the previous night that had incited her anger, she realized their differing tastes. Once more, the women led her behind the curtain, helping her into each dress that Damien declined.

"Mundane."

"Sophisticated."

"Irritating."

"Excessively lengthy."

"Lacking light."

"Showy." The annoying critiques persisted, and Aurora’s patience waned due to his picky selection process. Why was it such a challenge for him to choose a dress? Additionally, what was the purpose of this attire, and why was it necessary for her to be dressed up?

The frustration surged, and she stormed away, approaching him with her dress partially zipped.

"Why can’t you just pick a dress? Why on earth must I cater to your preferences?!" She shouted at him, momentarily disregarding her own attire.

As he remained silent, his intense gaze fixed on her, she inquired, "What?" Baffled by his scrutinizing stare, she lowered her eyes, only to realize her exposed upper chest. Hastily, she covered herself, discomfited by the revealing nature of the gown.

She wore a straight, white gown adorned with sparkling stones, featuring a V-neckline and a slit along her left thigh. Simple yet elegant, it highlighted her figure gracefully. Though uncomfortable with her exposed dress, she hid from his gaze, regretful that her temper had flared in such a situation, once again choosing a poor time.

Approaching her deliberately, he stood behind her, his lips brushing her neck as he whispered, "I love it."

"What?" She breathed.

His lips pressed the spot where he had once left a mark, causing her to shiver. Wrapping her waist with his hands, he drew her closer, her back making contact with his chest, inducing a gasp of astonishment.

"I said I love it," he repeated, planting another gentle kiss and turning her to face him, their proximity electrifying.

"I... should," she stammered, struggling to gather herself, her cheeks and ears reddening due to their close proximity.

His hands descended to hers, removing them from her chest that were covering her exposed bosom, eliciting a flush from her.

"This way is better," he murmured, a lustful intensity in his gaze. When he looked at her in that manner, she found herself seduced by him, unable to resist.

"Tonight, you will remain at my side throughout. We wouldn’t want any uninvited guests, right?" He instructed, his grin mischievous, before loosening his grip on her. His playful demeanor left her pondering if he was insane, just that morning he had been furious, and now he was being flirty. He was a weird man.

"Where are we going?" She inquired with caution. She was aware they were going out, but she sought specifics.

"Somewhere fun, my dear," he replied, turning her around so her back was facing him. In the gentlest manner, he zipped up the remaining portion of her dress.

"They will accompany you outside," he informed her, referring to the young women.

Addressing them, he directed, "Have her ready in ten," and promptly exited the room.

Aurora finally exhaled the breath she had been holding and grasped the bedpost for stability. His influence over her was obvious, and she feared it signified something deeper.

"Miss, please sit here!" They motioned towards the dressing mirror, inviting Aurora to take a seat so they could proceed with her dressing.

Make-up was skillfully applied, including a touch of blush that accentuated her oval face shape. Unaccustomed to wearing earrings, she opted only for a necklace and instructed them to style her hair in a ponytail with delicate bangs framing each cheek, lending her a cute appearance.

With her outfit finally arranged, she looked impeccable and elegant.

Suddenly recollecting the two individuals who regarded her as a rival within the mansion, she decided to select an ensemble that could alter her appearance, hoping to avoid further enmity from the mother-daughter pair.

"Could I perhaps have a long coat? I am feeling a bit chilly," she lied, hoping they would comply.

"Of course," they responded, assisting her into a black coat. Draping it around herself, she nodded at them and declared, "I am ready."

They guided her out of the room and down to the mansion’s entrance. As anticipated, Laura and her daughter were bidding farewell to some guests. Alongside them stood Theresa and Dave, also engaged in farewells. They always seemed to appear whenever she predicted it. Thank goodness, she didn’t wave the probability off and requested for a coat.

"I will take it from here," she dismissed the women, who agreed with a slight bow before departing.

With composed steps, she began walking toward the group at the entrance and paused when a familiar voice called her name.

"Aurora!" His tone was sharp and authoritative, prompting everyone’s attention to shift towards her.

Turning calmly to face him, she understood his displeasure at her attempt to conceal herself beneath the coat.

Now standing beside her, he reached for the coat, but she pleaded, "I’d prefer it this way."

"Do I appear to care?" He smirked, swiftly removing the coat to reveal the lady concealed within.

"Oh, my beauty..."