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A Mistress To The Ruthless Alpha
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ARIA.
"The King wants you to join them for breakfast in the dining room," Daneesha said to me as she walked into the room with empty hands.
From where I sat on the couch, I twisted my body to look at her in confusion. "Them? Do you mean him and Sheila? So she can have my head served on a platter?"

Daneesha spluttered a laugh and came to sit beside me. "I don't think she's going to do that."
"I think she would. She hates me with all her might. She wouldn't even mind driving a knife through my neck." I replied before pushing to my feet. "I will not be having breakfast then. I might have brunch in two hours. I would love to sleep."
"The King said it is an order. I would be punished if you turned him down." She shrugged. "I'm sorry but I don't want to get on the King's bad side because my friend refused to be at the breakfast table which is totally the right thing to do for her."
Sighing, I pressed my thumb on either side of my head before nodding. "Very well, then. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Deciding that I wasn't going to wear a petticoat, I decided I was only going to sling a transparent shawl over my cleavage. I had suddenly gotten annoyed at how Sheila had barged into the room this morning. Now that I thought of it, it was absolutely rude of her to do that. Hell, she had no idea who I was and if I decided to reveal the truth one day, she was going to regret ever treating me badly. Besides, I wanted to tease Lyall too. I had no idea where that came from but it was really starting to appeal to me. If I was tagged as his mistress, then I better start acting like one. There was no need to hide in the shadows and act all innocent when Lyall belonged to me and me alone.
My wolf whined in approval. I knew she had been waiting for me to finally start claiming ownership. I'd been too dull about it but now, I wasn't sure I could do any of that anymore. If Sheila wanted war, then she was going to get it no matter what, in full force.

"Aria, I think you should wear a petticoat over your dress," Daneesha called out to me just as I was about to walk out of my room. "I don't think the Queen would be pleased with it."
With a nonchalant sigh and my hand on the doorknob, I replied. "I am not doing anything for the sake of pleasing the Queen. If she doesn't like it, then she can go to hell for all I care."
I didn't miss the look of surprise on her face before I walked out of the room.
I could feel several pairs of eyes on me as I made my way down the hall but I didn't care. I basked in the attention and something told me that if I kept putting up this display, everyone would eventually stop talking. Well, I was ready to do that.

I walked into the dining room and went straight to pull a chair at the other side of the table, opposite Sheila who had just looked up from her plate and was staring at me. The surprise in her eyes was evident and soon enough, it contorted into pure disdain.
"Why are you wearing that at the dinner table?"
Lyall looked up from his plate too and when his eyes landed on mine, his eyes widened and he stared at me for a long time, like he was questioning my audacity and quite enjoying it before his eyes raked down to my almost naked cleavage.
Sheila banged her fist on the table and Lyall reluctantly tore his eyes away from me and went back to eating like he didn't hear anything she said.
"Lyall," She called. "Aren't you going to say anything about how indecently dressed she is? Are you going to act like you didn't see her coming in like a literal whore?"
"I think she looks beautiful." Another voice came from the door and we all turned to see Mason standing there, a smug grin on his face. I immediately recognised him and the striking resemblance he shared with Lyall.
A low growl rumbled from Lyall's throat and his fork crashed to his plate before he raised his head to look at his brother.
"What the hell are you doing here, Mason?" He finally asked through gritted teeth.
Mason pulled out a seat and settled in, beckoning on one of the butlers who poured him a drink. He went ahead to serve himself, cutting out a large chunk of meat before filling his plate up."to join breakfast. I don't know why you're asking that question like I am not a part of this royal family."
Sheila smiled at him. "You can join us, Mason, honey."
Mason looked at his brother in defeat. "See? Your wife wants me to join in the table."
They acted like little boys, ready to tear at each other's neck and as fascinating as I found it, I knew Lyall probably harbored so much hate for his brother. He went back to eating, not saying anything else and from where I sat, I could feel anger ooze off him.
"And are you the maiden lady from weeks before?" Mason asked as he turned to look at me. There was something about his eyes that could literally draw any woman in. It was obvious that he was a certified rake. He sounded and looked like it. I was the least affected but I knew that in order for me to stir up Lyall's jealousy and have him react in front of Sheila, I had to flirt with his stepbrother.
"Yes, I am," I replied with a smile. "You're so good with faces."
"Not only that, beautiful." He winked at me. "There are a whole lot of things I am really good at. Are you curious to know?"
"Of course—"
"Enough!" Lyall growled, banging his fist on the table.