Page 4 of In Bellamira's Chains

Chapter three

Elera

I tried not to listen to what My Mistress was saying as I exited the room. It was their time together, and if I needed to be filled in, I would be.

Brant was waiting outside already, leaning against the car in the rounded driveway in front of the building, so my job was done before it even started. Still, I knew My Mistress wanted a moment alone with her new pet, so I decided to keep myself busy.

My entire body tensed with excitement as I passed Brant to look at the flowers that they had used to adorn the front side of the building. The area was coated in them and trees to reduce the harsh look of the building. It worked well enough, but this was still clearly a building where horrible things happened

My mind wandered as I eyed flowers in various colors, thinking about what Hazelle would look best in. Perhaps a yellow with some green or maybe purple. I had them all, so she could try everything on until she found something she’d like. Her long braid could easily be fitted with fresh flowers and pretty pins too.

I made sure I was in perfect view of Brant and the car as I walked along, knowing My Mistress didn’t like me out of sight in places where others could cause me harm. I was safe here with Brant and her nearby.

The flowers were all so beautiful in their own ways. That’s how I saw the three of us now. All so different, and yet they worked together when placed correctly.

Hazelle’s past was full of atrocities, and I knew there were some hard times ahead while she figured out how to work with us and obey My Mistress, but she would be loved and cared for. My Mistress had her ways, and we had to follow them, but I never once questioned her love for me.

I couldn’t wait for Hazelle to feel that, the love that shone down from My Mistress. She adored me as others adored their precious pets. In a way, I was more, but I didn’t expect more than this. I was happy, and Hazelle would be too.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” A masculine voice came from my left as someone stepped out from behind a tree. “Just as lovely as you and that new utterly useless Omega your mistress purchased.” I glared in his direction. I obeyed My Mistress and no one else unless she commanded it. Vernon, who now stepped enough into the light so I could see his ugly face, was not on that list, especially not when I was nearly alone. “What’s with the face? It’s true. She’s useless to you.”

“No, she’s useless toyou. My Mistress sees her worth as a pet where you see Hazelle as a toy.” I stepped back, and he stepped forward.

Brant wasn’t far enough that he couldn’t see me, so I assumed he had turned away for a moment. If I yelled though…

“What does she want with her?” He marched forward until he was only a few feet away. “She has you! She could breed you if she liked. Why add an unbreedable Omega to the mix?” he sneered.

“What do you mean ‘Why would you want to add an unbreedable Omega to the mix?’ She’s ours. End of story. My Mistress would never let you—” His hand swung faster than I could dodge, backhanding me across the face and forcing a yelp from my lips as I crashed to the ground. The pebbles cut into the palms of my hands as I heard gravel crunching from behind me.

“The whore should have been mine. Mine to fuck without consequence, but your owner couldn’t keep her filthy—” His words were cut off by Brant’s fist meeting his now broken nose. I heard the crunch, and Vernon groaned as he hit the ground at our feet.

“Elera!” My Mistress yelled as she ran to my side. Even in heels, she was as agile as ever. She helped me up and nestled me into her side after taking a look at my cheek and cut lip. “How dare you touch my pet, you skeezy fuck!”

She bent her knee and slammed her heeled foot down into his crotch, then his side, and finally, she stomped his face into the ground. By the end, he was a groaning, miserable mess with multiple stiletto punctures across the left side of his body.

“Never touch what is mine, Vernon. There will be no second chances. You all know my rules.” My Mistress turned toward Brant who averted his gaze. He knew he fucked up and would be punished later. His punishments weren’t like any I would receive, and I shuddered thinking about what she would do to him. “Handle this, and bring me the offending hand as proof.”

She sneered down at the whimpering Alpha one more time before turning with me still pressed against her and heading back toward Hazelle, who was standing ramrod straight near the car.

Fear laced her blue eyes, and her hands shook at her sides.

“I’m sorry he touched you, my pet. You will never have to see him again.” She kissed the top of my head and held me tighter as we stopped in front of Hazelle.

Her warm hands picked me up effortlessly, pulling me into her arms, pressed against her chest.

Brant dragged Vernon toward the car, before popping the trunk and shoving him in, and for a brief moment, I wondered what Brant was going to do to him, but truly, it was better if I didn’t know. I knew he would die and his hand would be delivered to My Mistress, and that was already too much.

“Elera, look at me.” I did as she said without hesitation, meeting her gaze. “He will be handled for laying a hand on you. No one touches what is mine without permission.”

“Without permission” were the keywords. I was touched when she allowed it and when I wanted it, but not without consent. At least not for others. My Mistress didn’t need my consent. She owned me. I was hers to do with as she pleased, and I reveled in it. Each time her attention was solely on me, I fell for her even more. She was my everything, and I was nothing without her.

“I know, My Mistress. Thank you.” I couldn’t hide my happiness, wrapping my arms around her waist, but that’s when I saw Hazelle collapse to the ground, landing harshly on her knees. “Oh, oh no, Hazelle.” My body froze for a moment, taking in the small form before me. This being was now mine, but I would never be able to be fully hers. I was My Mistress’ first and foremost.

Hazelle’s life would be a good one from now on, but she wouldn’t have my life, the life of the first pet. That saddened me, but what was I supposed to do?

“My Mistress, my Hazelle needs me. Can I?” I didn’t look away from Hazelle as I asked, and I didn’t intentionally use the same verbiage for her name as My Mistress. It slipped out and felt right. They were mine, both of them in different ways.

“Of course, my pet. Take care of yours for now. You have the time before I step in, as we discussed. Have you ever known meto go back on my word?” she asked as she slid her hand up my back, resting against my collar, the one she let me pick out.