"I don't care what you get or not!" Morava shouted at her maid who was helping her wear her silk sandals. "Just get this done for me in an hour!" She threw her dress over her in anger.
The maid shook visibly. She removed the dress from her face and with tears streaming down her face, helped Morava put on her sandals.
"Oh, stop the dramatics, bitch!" Morava said and shoved her away. She walked to the mirror to gaze at herself. She was wearing a brown dress with a large diamond necklace and earrings. A small diamond tiara sat on her head. Over the past few months, her face looked like she was extremely tired. What could she do? The Alphas were getting aggressive with her. However, for the last week, something was going wrong.
