Alpha's Bite Between My Legs
Chapter 141: The Servant’s Facade

Chapter 141: The Servant’s Facade

After more than a week, Draco and his companions arrived at the Sabrecrown pack. They immediately went to the Monarch to inform them about the revolt against the crown.

The King and Queen stared down at their dirty and disarrayed form.

"I am more concerned that you lost against the mere rogues," Cinzia, the Queen, flicked her tongue with disappointment.

"You two had tainted the name of the Sabrecrown pack! Especially you, Draco! The 13th pack should be your responsibility!" Rocco, the King, exclaimed furiously. He didn’t like how his pride as the King was challenged by someone who had a lower status than him.

Draco’s expression hardened from the blame. He felt annoyed at how they looked down on the 13th pack as and acted like they were mighty.

"The number of troops wasn’t enough to defeat the wolves in their animalistic form. Many knights had lost their lives—" Draco tried to explain, but he was hit by Cinzia’s cup.

"Stop speaking nonsense! There’s no doubt the knights are far superior than those rabid dogs! You fail as their Captain! You should have died with them!" Cinzia stood up and screamed in fury. She grabbed another cup and was about to throw the wine toward Draco, but a hard slap was felt on her cheeks, which made her fall to the floor.

"Shut your mouth, Cinzia! Or I’ll shut them myself! Know your place b^tch!" Rocco shouted with anger. His eyes showed no affection toward Cinzia, but rather annoyance and tiredness of her behavior.

Cinzia pursed her lips and quietly sat back on her throne.

Rocco sighed deeply and fixed his attire. "We can no longer dwell in the past. From now on, let’s prepare for the war. Draco, Gastone, go to my office after two hours. You both stink."

Rocco pinched his nose before walking away and ignoring his wife’s gaze. Cinzia followed behind him.

Draco and Gastone stared at one another before sighing loudly and parting ways toward their chambers.

While walking toward his room, Draco saw a servant waiting at his door. She bowed down at his presence.

"Your Highness, I’m the new servant that will assist you," the she-wolf stated and remained her head lowered.

"Okay, prepare the bath," Draco stated nonchalantly. He didn’t pay her attention since he wanted to clean himself so badly after not bathing for more than a week.

"Yes, Your Highness," the female servant nodded and went straight to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for Draco.

"Ah, this is his bathroom," the servant muttered and touched the empty tub. She started pouring the water inside and waited for it to be full.

She walked toward the clouded mirror and wiped it using her palm, showing her reflection. She had black hair, hazel eyes, and freckles spread on her cheeks, making her look innocent.

But behind that mask, someone was hiding a secret.

"Let’s see how long can you recognize me, Draco," the servant chuckled and put on a fake facade of a soft, submissive servant. "After all, I’m your wife, Rose."

Rosina turned around and touched the cold water, which started to boil. After it was warm, she went out and bowed.

"Your Highness, the bath is ready," Rosina stated and took a step back.

Draco didn’t reply and entered the bath without sparing a glance at his servant. He removed his dirty clothes before submerging himself in the warm water to relax.

Rosina stayed at her spot. She was waiting for Draco’s orders.

Draco leaned back and closed his eyes. He was physically drained from their travels, but thinking about Rosina made him more frustrated.

"Ah!" Draco threw the table away to vent his anger. "That woman!"

"Your Highness! Is there something wrong?" Rosina exclaimed behind the door, acting surprised and concerned about him.

"What’s your name, Omega?" Draco stated.

"R-Rosalina, Your Highness," Rosina answered. It was the made-up name she created to enter as a Palace servant.

"Rosalina, come here," Draco stated softly, watching Rosina’s figure enter the room with her head bowed down. "Show me your face."

Rosina slowly raised her head but wasn’t looking at Draco’s eyes. After all, looking into someone’s eyes was similar to asking for a fight with them.

"Hmm, you’re not bad," Draco rubbed his chin while looking at Rosina’s figure while nodding his head. "Scrub my body."

"Yes, Your Highness," Rosina followed and took the scrub that Draco threw. She knelt on the cold floor and started scrubbing the dirt on his skin.

The bathroom became silent, and the only sound came from the scrub. Draco’s scent engulfed Rosina’s nose, and she tried her best not to react, especially since there was only less than an inch apart from her hand to his skin.

Rosina planned to invade the Palace and gather information regarding their plans for the war, but most of all, she wanted to seduce Draco and manipulate him to play along with her schemes.

Although, there were a lot of things she needed to consider, and one of them was the spark every time their flesh touched. She needed to avoid touching him at all costs. That was why she was wearing a glove to prevent skin contact.

"Rosalina, touch my c0ck," Draco stated nonchalantly.

"W-what!?" Rosina exclaimed in surprise. She thought everything was going smoothly until she heard what Draco stated.

"Omega, know your place," Draco stated in a dry tone and grabbed Rosina’s hand, placing it on top of his hardened c0ck.

Rosina bit her lips and thanked herself that she wore a glove or her cover would be known. She didn’t want to do a hand job, but since she was playing a role of a submissive wolf. She had no choice, but to do it.

"Yes, Your Highness," Rosina muttered and started moving her hand softly, acting like she wasn’t experienced with that kind of sexual thing.

"Do a better job or I’ll use your mouth to pleasure myself," Draco stated firmly, followed by a light growl to threatened Rosina. He wanted to relax by c^mming in the hand of a servant.