Cilla’s POV
The twins were not spoilt brats. They were little devils. They did not remind me of my siblings. They reminded me of Satan. Dalia and Malia Frey, daughters to Vincent and Mirabel Frey, alpha and Luna of Waterside pack were the worst children I had ever met. Those two eight year olds were the scourge of the earth.
Dalia and Malia had sandy white blonde hair and freckles on their faces. They were very pretty. On the outside, they looked like two beautiful angels that anyone would admire to have. Dalia was a bit taller than her sister and had a small scar on the back of her hand. That was how I was able to tell them apart.
I had spent less than ten minutes with them but I was already to tear my hair out. While one was running around the house wreaking havoc, the other was standing by the window singing out loudly with a croaky voice. I was not even halfway picking up all the toys scattered all over the leaving room. Most of them were broken and there were sharp parts sticking out of every part of the woollen carpet. The toys were numerous and some of them were for younger children.
I was putting the good toys in one box while putting the broken ones in a plastic trash can. I realised that the one singing by the window was Malia, and she was getting louder by the minute. It seemed she was intentionally trying to irritate everyone in the building. Her sister returned to the living room, and accidentally on purpose knocked down the box I had put the toys in before running off again.
“Come back here and put it right,” I yelled.
Malia stopped singing, and Dalia gasped. She came and stood in front of me.
“Did you just order me around, slave?” she asked, placing a hand of hers on her face.
“What if I did?” I asked, standing up. “What are you going to do about it, little girl?”
She gasped. “I will remind you that I’m the daughter of the alpha. I’m a princess, and you are my slave. You will do as I say, and avoid talking back to me as if we are equals.”
“Look here, girlie. I once had a nice life as well, but now I’m a slave. I have been through things you can’t even imagine, and I’m not scared. Whatever you think you can do to me, it has been done before so don’t think you can scare me like you do to the others. I will pick this up for today, but don’t try it again because there will be consequences you will not like.”
Both girls looked shocked. I was sure they were used to being served and treated like breakable glass so standing up for myself was the last thing they expected to see. Even I was surprised by myself. I didn’t know where the courage and bravery had come from.
“Let’s go watch cartoons,” Dalia said to her sister.
“Okay,” Malia said and moved away from the window. They walked into the hallway.
Seeing them give in so easily made me more suspicious of them. It was clear from the evil looks on their faces that this was not over and they were going to plan something bad. I sighed and bent down to put the box back in a standing position. I picked up all the toys that had fallen and threw them into the box. When all the toys were inside, I finished picking up all the broken ones and their parts.
I carried the box of toys to the children’s playroom. It was a large room with all kinds and sizes of toys. There was a bookshelf on one corner but the books looked untouched. There was enough space in the centre of the room for the kids to play from but the carpet was spotless. Clearly, the twins liked to mess up the living room. Why their mother did not care was beyond my understanding.
After looking around and touching the life sized dolls in one corner, I exited the room. When I reached the living room, I found the broken toys had been poured and scattered all over the carpet.
“Those little devils!” I swore as I rushed to the room. Anger started boiling in my body. Without wasting time, I went to the hallway they’d passed through. The lights had now been switched off and I did not bother to turn them back on.
“Dalia! Malia!” I yelled as I stormed through the hallway.
Suddenly, I slid and found myself hitting the ground. Pain radiated throughout my head after it hit the floor. Gritting my teeth together, I tried to get myself up but failed. The floor was slippery and I could smell vegetable oil.
“Those silly brats. I will get you,” I yelled. “And I will punish you.”
I heard laughter, and looked up to see the two girls standing in front of me.
“Who had the last laugh now?” Dalia asked, crossing her arms.
“We are the princesses here, and we are in charge of everything.” Malia added.
Rolling my eyes, I stood up. They ran into their bedroom and closed the door.
I went to the door and kicked it. When it didn’t open, I hit it with a clenched fist. I could sense their fear. I don’t know what had possessed me at that time, but I was determined to make them pay. I didn’t even think of the consequences of my behaviour like I had always done before. For the first time in my life, I embraced spontaneity.
When the door couldn’t open, I stood back and gathered the strength to bring it down in one move. I was about to throw myself on the door when I heard someone falling and screaming. I turned from the door and saw Mirabel on the floor with her white pant suit.
“Oh! No!”
“What is going on here, slave?” she shouted.
The door opened and the twins walked out with tears coming from their eyes. i rolled my eyes. Anyone with half a brain would know that those were fake tears.
“This slave has been trying to kills us,” Malia said.
“What?”
“It’s true, mother. She wants to kill us.”
I stared at the mother as she stood up, waiting to see her reaction. She started walking towards me and the girls. I took a few steps back as she got close.
The hugs rushed to her sides, placing their slender arms around her.
“So, I hear you’re trying to kill my girls.”
“No, I just wanted to punish them for their errant behaviour.”
Mirabel grinned, and I thought she was going to do something bad to me.
“Were you?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Good. Someone needs to bring back some order in this house.” She pushed her shocked daughters away from her. “It’s been quite a mess since you demons were born. Fix it, slave.”
She said before stalking away, her pointy black heels clicking against the floor.
I turned to the little girls who actually looked terrified for the first time since I’d met them.
“Hello girls, Cilla is here to fix things.”
The looks on their faces made me laugh out so loud. I hadn’t laughed so much in a very long time. Now that I had the approval of their mother, I was going to have so much fun turning them into responsible children.