The Alpha's Ghost Bride

Chapter 14 – Lucky Servant

Megan



I woke up the next day feeling tired and restless, my mind refusing to let go of Jay. His face kept appearing in my thoughts, and I sighed, regretting that I hadn’t asked for his number.

Would I ever see him again?

I stretched my arms, trying to shake off the grogginess, then made my way to the bathroom. The sight of the elegant, pristine room brought a smile to my face.

The luxury made me feel like royalty, even though deep inside, I still felt like the girl who was treated like a servant in my former home.

The warm bath soothed my tense muscles as I sank into the water. I allowed myself a few moments of peace, trying to forget everything that had been bothering me.

Just as I was rinsing off, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Cindy’s voice, sounding a bit frantic.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am Megan! I’m late. I should’ve been here sooner to help you,” she apologized, her voice laced with anxiety as she stepped into the room.

I chuckled softly, feeling amused by her nervousness. "It’s fine, Cindy. You don’t need to help me take a bath or even help me get dressed."

Cindy gave me a weak smile. "But it’s my job, Ma’am. Beta Lucas gave me orders to assist you with everything."

I shook my head, smiling warmly at her. "Really, Cindy, it’s okay. I’m not used to having someone do all these things for me. In my previous home, I was more of a servant than anything else."

Cindy sighed deeply, her eyes reflecting sadness. "It seems like your adopted family was cruel to you, too."

I sighed, sharing her sentiment. "Maybe it's better now that I’ve become the 'ghost widow.'"

As I turned to look at Cindy more closely, a frown formed on my face. Her left cheek appeared red and slightly swollen. Concern welled up inside me. "Cindy, what happened to your face?"

Her eyes dropped to the floor, and she hesitated before speaking. "Ma’am Ayla saw me earlier this morning. She wanted me to help her arrange her things, but I told her I’m assigned to be your personal assistant. She...she slapped me and said she didn’t care, so I had to follow her orders first."

Cindy apologized again, but before she could finish, I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. She seemed stunned at first, but tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke. "I know what it's like to be hurt, even for the smallest mistakes. I’m so sorry, Cindy."

For a moment, she stood frozen, then she slowly returned the hug, her arms around me offering a small comfort. "I’m lucky there are many servants in the mansion, but I chose to be your assistant, Ma’am Megan," she said, her voice quiet yet sincere.

I smiled through my tears. "Don’t worry, Cindy. From now on, you stay by my side, and I’ll make sure no one hurts you again."

She wiped her eyes and smiled at me. "Thank you, Ma’am. Are you hungry? I could get you some food."

I shook my head. "Actually, I think I’ll cook some porridge myself. My stomach feels a bit off."

Cindy’s eyes widened in surprise. "I can ask the chef to prepare it for you. You shouldn’t have to cook."

But I insisted. "No, I’d rather do it myself. It’ll help take my mind off things."

Cindy seemed uncertain for a moment but eventually nodded. "Alright, Ma’am, let’s go to the kitchen."

As we left my room and started walking downstairs, I could hear loud voices coming from the second floor. Cindy and I exchanged glances, and as we rounded the corner, we saw Ayla standing over a maid named Lara, her face twisted in anger.

"You can’t even tie my shoes properly! Useless!" Ayla yelled, her voice sharp and cutting.

Before I could react, Ayla kicked Lara, sending the poor maid sprawling onto the floor. Without thinking, Cindy and I rushed over to help Lara, who was clutching her side in pain.

Ayla crossed her arms and grinned smugly as her gaze landed on me. "Oh, look who it is. The pity ghost widow."

I met her gaze, standing tall, trying to hold back the anger building up inside me. "Why did you kick her?" I asked, my voice serious.

Ayla raised an eyebrow, her expression mocking. "And why not?"

Lara, still on the floor but now sitting up, suddenly shouted, her voice filled with defiance. "You’re only an adopted daughter of Ma’am Lucille. You’re not even Delta Norton’s real sister, and you’re definitely not Alpha Jake’s cousin! You have no right to treat us like this. And everyone knows you tried to seduce Alpha Jake, but luckily, you didn’t become Luna."

The fury on Ayla’s face was immediate, and she lifted her hand to strike Lara again. But before she could land the blow, I stepped in front of Lara, taking the slap myself. The sting of her hand against my cheek burned, but I stood my ground, refusing to back down.

The sound of the slap echoed in the hallway, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Suddenly, a voice boomed down the hall.

"Stop!" Beta Lucas’s voice was filled with authority and anger as he approached us, his gaze fixed on Ayla.

I could feel the tension rise even higher, but all I could focus on was the fact that I had just stood up for Lara, and now, it was up to Beta Lucas to handle the situation.

Ayla’s smirk faltered, but she quickly composed herself. "I was just disciplining a maid. That’s my right."

Beta Lucas’s eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped, full of warning. "Your right? You don’t have the right to hurt anyone in this household. If you want to stay here, you follow the rules, Ayla."

Ayla opened her mouth to argue, but Beta Lucas silenced her with a sharp look. "One more incident like this, and you’ll be gone from this mansion."

I could see the fury in Ayla’s eyes, but she bit her tongue, knowing better than to challenge Beta Lucas. She shot me a hateful glare before storming off down the hall, her heels clicking loudly on the marble floor.

Cindy and I helped Lara to her feet, and I gave her a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?"

Lara nodded, though she still seemed shaken. "Thank you, Ma’am Megan. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in."

I smiled at her, rubbing my sore cheek. "Don’t worry about it. No one should be treated that way."

Beta Lucas stepped closer, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "You didn’t have to do that, Megan. I would’ve stepped in sooner."

I shook my head. "Someone had to do something."

He nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "I’ll make sure Ayla doesn’t cause more trouble. You have my word."

As Beta Lucas turned to leave, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. For the first time since arriving at the mansion, I felt like I had made a difference, however small it was.

Cindy stood beside me, her face still pale from the confrontation. "Are you sure you don’t want the chef to make your porridge, Ma’am?"

I laughed softly, my nerves still a little frayed. "No, Cindy. I’ll be okay. Let’s go to the kitchen."

Together, we walked down the stairs, leaving the tension of the second floor behind us, but I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time I’d have to face Ayla. Still, I felt more determined than ever to stand up for myself and those around me. Whatever came next, I was ready.