The Lonely Rogue

Chapter 38 Junie

"I can't deal with this right now." I sighed, the anger sucking out the last of my energy. I shoved past Caspian with some effort and stormed into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I was in bed, admiring the expensive silk sheets, when the scent of another she-wolf assaulted my nose and offended Violet. I was shocked when I saw a scarcely dressed woman in my mate's room, heartbroken even. I knew, obviously, that Caspian had a life before me. I didn't expect him to go without womanly comfort since Sabrina, but I also didn't expect to have his mistress, excuse me, mistresses, shoved in my face on day one.

I flung myself into the bed, the sheets no longer giving me comfort, as I furiously tossed and turned under the heavy comforter.

The next morning came much quicker than I anticipated. I groaned when a loud knock sounded on my door and it opened without waiting for my reply. Two figures swept across the dark room when, suddenly, the heavy curtains were thrown open and sunlight streamed in through the large windows. I slammed my face into the pillow and cursed whoever dared disturb my sleep.

"It's nearly 9 o'clock, miss." An unfamiliar voice said. I rolled over and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, focusing on the two women who were standing at the foot of my bed. Gretchen and Cat, my new ladies maids.

"Is it?" I mumbled. Cat turned away and started feeding the fire.

"It's a chilly one today, miss." Cat said in a strange accent.

"You know, you two can call me Junie." I said, sitting up and pulling the blankets around my body. It really was freezing.

"That's not how things are done here, miss." Gretchen, the older of the two said, "We shall call you Queen, Luna, ma'am, lady, or miss."

I shrugged and stepped out of bed, tip-toeing to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I certainly didn't need any help in here. I turned on the shower as hot as it would go and stripped out of my pajamas. There was a laundry chute hidden behind a white faced cabinet that led to the washing room. I had argued at first, more than capable of doing my own laundry, but it was no use.

Off to the side of the vanity was a tall cabinet with a matching white door. Tugging open the door, I began to shuffle through the variety of soaps and supplies to find a body wash and shampoo that was to my liking. I was actually surprised to see that all of my preferred brands were already stocked. I felt a little pang of guilt for yelling at Caspian last night, considering how thoughtful he'd been to make sure I had everything I needed here.

That guilt quickly turned to anger when I remembered the perky blonde in nothing but her underwear.

Grumbling to myself, I stepped into the waterfall of warmth, shivering as the steam bounced off my cold skin. I had barely gotten soap in my hair when I heard the bathroom door open without so much as a knock.

"Miss, breakfast is served at 10. We really must hurry." It was Cat, a young girl who seemed to be my age or even a bit younger.

"I've barely started." I complained and I heard Cat sigh.

"I'm sorry, miss. We will wake you earlier next time." She said and I felt myself begin to panic,

"No, no, there's no need for that."

"Cat!" Gretchen yelled and then she, too, was in the bathroom, "The Alpha King has instructed that her ladyship can take as long as she needs. She needn't be down in time for breakfast. Or, rather, breakfast will wait for her."

"Oh, my apologies, my lady." Cat said and I heard them both leave the room.

I had the disturbing thought that my privacy was now gone.