Quillaq x Yamilla x Y/N: The Maid And The Alpha

Y/N POV

A/N: Thank y'all for reading. We hope you love y/n with her blue orbs and dead mom.

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I sat looking at my reflection in the smudged, vintage old mirror that I had in my room. I was so boring and basic with my long mousy brown hair that was always pulled into a messy bun and my pale, ghostly skin. At least I had my mothers orbs. My orbs were sparkling blue just like hers in the few memories I had of her. They were all I had to remember her by now.

"Y/N, where are you?" called my father. That was odd. My father was usually so busy as a pop star and a mafia boss that he never called to check up on me. I quickly shoved the Bad Boyz magazine under my bed. Dad always said that my dreams were foolish and that I would never find someone to call step-bro. As my dad entered the room I was surprised at how little he had changed since I last saw him. He still looked like himself, except for one difference. He now had a giant tattoo of his name, Harry Styles, on his forehead. I internally sighed. I would always be basic and I would never be cool like him.

"'Ello Y/N." he said in his crispy accent "Let's have a cuppa tea and some crumpets together, mate." I wasn't in the mood to talk. My dad was always delivering drugs or performing his new album, Let Me Love Your Bath And Body Works Candle, so he never had time to spend with me. But I knew I couldn't argue. He was so big and strong and I was so small and weak. And on top of that I was extremely clumsy.

"I have made a new business arrangement regarding you, luv" he continued. I gasped. My tall and handsome and British father had a business argument regarding me? But he was so tall and handsome and British. I was so small and weak and clumsy and boring and basic. As I poured myself a cup of tea from the cart a maid had brought in, my father explained the details of his newest business deal.