Imperfection

Imperfection Chapter 12

12. 

 I am officially the Alpha's lap dog. 

This morning I was awoken long before anyone else was and taken over to the sewing room. 

To my suprise, the Dux Ducis didn't force me to sew. Instead they had me stand on a podium and had a group of sleepy Imperfections take my measurements. 

"Alpha's orders," The Dux Ducis tells me. "No clue why he would want to make a suit for you, but hey. Who am I to say anything?"

The Imperfections around me stare, theireyes filled with confusion, betrayal, jealousy. 

One of them looks odly firmiliar: mocha skin, metallic eyes, soft charcoal-colored curls flowing down her shoulders and back. 

I know her... 

I can't put a finger on her name... It began with an M, I think.

M...

M...

"Modesty!" 

She looks up at me, her eyes betraying her calm demenor. She seems confused, as if she doesn't recognize me. 

"It's me, Justice," I babble. "The girl who you met on the train,"

The Dux Ducis glares at me, hushes me sharply. I bit down on my lips and say nothing for a moment. Modesty continues taking my measurments. 

"Justice," She whispers, not lifting her eyes from her tape measurer. "I remember you. How has this been for you?"

I don't want to tell her the truth. "Awful. I can barely stand it,"

"Oh, yeah?" The other Imperfection taking my measurements enters our conversation without an invitation. "Then how come the rest of us aren't getting suits specifically tailored to us?"

I frown at him. "I... can't explain it. I am the Alpha personal servant,"

He rolls his eyes at me. "Last time I checked, servants weren't treated this well. Looks more like you're his misteress,"

Misteress.

There is no other word more insulting. 

I snap, heat rushing to my cheeks, clouding my vision with red. "Shut up. You don't know why I chose to do this. I am protecting someone. You're just jealous-"

I am interupted by the Dux Ducis hushing me. I stand still, purse my lips together, close my eyes and wait for this to be over. 

As if a savoir, another Dux Ducis comes in, her nut-brown hair flipping freely behind her head. "Alpha says to take her to the showers after this. Don't really know why,"

What's so special about the showers? They're dingy and grimy, each stall floored with a slimy layer of mold. The water for the rusted shower heads is harsh and artic. 

"Alright," the male Dux Ducis shrugs. "Punishment maybe?"

The brunnet girl shakes her head. "No, he said to take her to our bathrooms,"

"Our what? No way I'm letting this... thing into our bathrooms,"

The girl shrugs, turing around to leave. "Alpha's orders,"

I am ushered out of the sewing room and through a tunnel, towards the Dux Ducis showers. 

I astonished at how much nicer the Dux quarters are. The cabins are plentiful, each with two clear windows revealing beds. Their cabins aren't made of rusting tin and rotting wood. Instead their made of frim concrete, painted light blue with the Betain logo on the side walls.