The Alpha Second Mate

Friends of the past.

4. Friends of the past
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"I see the dress fits you perfectly, I had to go few sizes down seeing how much you have lost weight" Diana said smiling as she entered my room catching me off guard.

I turned my head from the window where I had been staring off and thinking of my problems.

I stared at Diana without responding to her statement, she was once my best friend, my sister but now, I am to be her personal slave. Diana had grown more beautiful than the last time I saw her, she was more of a woman, her girlie figure and stance completely vanished.

Her aura was stronger, and she held her head high as if to dominate, I don't know if she did it intentionally or it had just become a part of her over the years, be as it may, there was no need to dominate me, I was nothing, I was no one, there was no need to display power to a girl that has almost lost her wolf.

Diana blonde hair was more golden than I remembered it to be, her skin almost glitterred as the ray of sunlight entered the room through the window. Diana was completely beautiful, tall, elegant and powerful and seeing her standing before me made me feel self conscious of myself, I was the complete opposite of Diana in every way possible.

While she was a strong; fierce woman dominating her kingdom, I was a weak and broken girl trapped in a cage with no hope of escaping.

I was yet to utter a word whilst Diana kept on staring at me as if contemplating what to say next, I on the other hand was struggling to hold my emotions in place. I wanted to scream at her for abandoning me all these years, for not checking on me in the dungeons not even once, for letting the pack members treat me like a piece of trash, for the humiliation and the pain I had to endure and lastly for the sexual assaults I had to face regularly in the hands of Sean.

I wanted to hate her but I couldn't, she was not the cause of my misfortune, she was not my father, she was not the one that destined me to be born into my family , she was not to blame for anything.

Still, I was angry at her for abandoning me, for calling me her sister and best friend one day and casting me out like a stranger the next. Yet I was thankful for now, I have been able to lie on a good bed for the first time in three years, I have been able to take my bathe without interruption and I have been able to pick out a cloth from a rack. I have been able to do little things that I once did when my life was normal and for that I was thankful.

I wanted to hug her, but I knew to keep my distance, we were friends of the past and now were simply master and servant until otherwise, so I remained rooted in my spot waiting for her to finally speak up.

"You are not a prisoner in my house" she finally said " You can roam around the place, but sadly you must not stray to far from the vicinity, my father would not be pleased" she added, a look of sadness in her face as she spoke, she pitied me, she pitied what I have become. I know I looked pitiful but I never imagined in this lifetime that Diana would see me that way.

"Thank you Di– Mistress" I lowered my head, biting my lips for the mistake I had just made

"Anna!" She sighed before continuing "You can address me as Diana, we used to be best of friends"

"Used" I muttered venomously, there was a bitter taste in my mouth as I let a drop of tear run down my cheeks thankfully my head was bowed and I had managed to spare Diana from seeing the pain in my eyes, I so badly wanted her to take me into my arms and allow me cry out my pain on her shoulders, I wanted my best friend but I was to scared to admit it, I was scared of rejection surely Diana had made a ton of friends while I was incarcerated, she had moved on with her life and it pained me knowing that.