The door of my room swung open again, and before I could even process what was happening, several more women stepped inside. Each was stunning in her own way, dressed in the same elegant sage-colored uniform as Sofia, their hair tied neatly into identical buns.
Some carried rolling racks filled with designer outfits in every style and color imaginable. Others brought shoes, accessories, belts, sunglasses, wristwatches, and so much more.
My eyes widened in surprise.
"You may choose any outfit you desire from the collection before you, young master," Sofia said, gesturing gracefully toward the clothing. Her warm smile remained in place, but I noticed a hint of pride in her tone. "And if nothing suits your tastes or if you'd prefer to expand your wardrobe, we can visit the shopping mall as well."
I stared in awe. The outfits, they were stunning. Stylish, luxurious, and expertly made. And though none bore the familiar tags of Gucci, Valentino, or Prada, I recognized the designs.
The styles were nearly identical to what I used to wear on Earth, only the brand names were different. Still, the craftsmanship, the tailoring, it was all top-tier.
"And here," Sofia added, pointing to the right.
My gaze followed her hand and landed on something in one of the maid's hands.
A phone.
But not just any phone.
My jaw nearly dropped.
"Huh? Is that... Is that an iPhone?!"
The design was sleek, almost futuristic, with a gleaming silver back and crisp, glowing screen.
"You own the phone now, young master," Sofia said gently, offering a small bow. "It's yours to use however you wish."
I blinked.
"But I've been to Alpha Alfie's room before and the television and phone I saw there were kind of old." I voiced out with confusion etched on my face.
"Oh yeah. This is the patriarch house afterall. The five brothers have their own different estates but then they all have a room here too. In each room, there is a little bit of old technology present in the mansion. I mean the patriarch is old so yeah, things from the past will still be present somehow on his mansion" Sofia replied. The young Alpha's didn't bother to clean up since it's not their estate and they could leave at any time."
Oh I see.. I thought to myself but nodded my head in response to Sofia's explanation.
Okay, so maybe this world had some weird biological hierarchy with Alphas, Betas, and Omegas but damn, they were more civilized than I'd ever expected.
High fashion? Check. Technology? Check. Maids and drivers and luxurious meals?
Hell, yes.
And most importantly?
By living here, there is no day jobs for me. These Alphas are to provide everything I might need since I am their so called breeder.
No reporting to work. No fake smiles to please jealous co-workers. No crazy fans . No scandals. And best of all, no enemies breathing down my neck 24/7.
Honestly? Apart from the whole "claimed by an Alpha" thing which I had no intention of allowing, this world wasn't so bad.
I let out a soft sigh, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
Maybe… just maybe… I should be thanking whatever twisted fate threw me into this place.
Because right now? This felt like a damn upgrade.
Sofia's voice brought me back to reality.
"Are you satisfied with these selections, young master?" she asked, her tone still soft and professional. "Shall we assist you in preparing for your bath now?"
I nodded slowly, still half-distracted by the clothes, the phone, and everything else around me.
"Yeah… yeah, let's do that."
"Very well then, young master," Sofia replied with a slight bow, her posture graceful and composed.
She moved toward me with practiced ease, her hand reaching out for the blanket that covered my body. Just before she could yank it off, I tightened my grip, holding the blanket firmly against me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, my voice laced with confusion and a hint of suspicion.
"To help you up and bathe you," Sofia answered calmly, though her brow furrowed ever so slightly as her hand lingered on the blanket.
"I'll bathe myself," I said flatly, tugging the blanket tighter around me. I reached over and removed the IV drip, whose contents had already finished entering my system. My gaze remained locked with hers, caught somewhere between disbelief and determination.
"I'm afraid you can't do that, young master," Sofia said with a smile so warm it felt almost cruel. "All your needs must be attended to by your maids. Otherwise, we will be punished."
Punished?! My mind raced. Oh by Cassian! Of course.
"Don't worry. You won't be punished," I said, forcing a smile despite the discomfort curling in my chest. "You've already taken care of my needs by bringing in the clothes and everything else. That's enough for now."
I mean, come on...I have shame. A little dignity left to protect. Privacy matters, okay?
"I'm afraid I'll have to inform Alpha Cassian to come and bathe you himself if you don't allow us to assist you," she said smoothly.
My heart skipped a beat.
"What?! Are you threatening me or something?" I blurted out, my voice rising in disbelief as my expression twisted in shock.
"I'm sorry, young master," Sofia replied, completely unbothered, her eyes holding mine with quiet resolve. "That was Alpha Cassian's instruction before he left. He said that if you refused help, he would do it himself."
How rude!
My brows furrowed. "Why would he even say something like that? What the hell is he thinking?"
Then it hit me.
Of course. That Cassian is one hell of a horny bastard. I'd seen the way his pants had tented when he fed me earlier. I chose to ignore it at the time, not wanting to dive into that uncomfortable conversation but now?
"Because we're to report every detail of your body to him," Sofia added, her tone matter-of-fact. "That was his order. I must provide him with a full description of your physique."
I smirked bitterly.
I knew it. That horny bastard.
What? Does he want to hear all about my body just so he can jerk off to it later?
"I refuse!" I snapped, the words flying out of my mouth like fire. Summoning what strength I had, I rose from the bed, still wrapped tightly in the duvet. My bare feet hit the floor, cold and steady.
"Then I'll have no choice but to summon Alpha Cassian to come and bathe you himself," Sofia said, and turned as if to leave.
My hand shot out to grab her wrist, stopping her and then she turned to face me with a warm smile on her face.
My hand fell away slowly. I sighed and wrapped the duvet tighter around my waist.
"Fine," I muttered, exasperated. "Just… bathe me already."
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. But the idea of Cassian, that bastard coming in here and putting his hands on me?
Hell no!
I'd rather strip and let the maids scrub me raw than risk that guy walking in and deciding to "take care of things" himself.