Brandon "What!" Madam Cece yelled out. She turned to stare at Rachel who was just next to her. Her head was down, and she felt too embarrassed to even look up. "I don't quite understand what you are saying, Alpha Brandon" She said, her voice getting lower.. "You heard me well, Madam Cece. I want Rachel to be my servant… My personal servant, to be precise," I said. "But I don't understand. Isn't Rachel already your personal servant?" She asked, and my brows went up. "What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned. "Did you ever make Rachel my personal maid?" "Yes, I did," She answered. "But she never worked for me. Another lady did instead" I explained and Madam Cece faced Rachel, giving her a sharp glare. "Rachel. What is Alpha Brandon talking about?" Her voice sounded cold. "I'm s