Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 42 – Girl’s Day

Bernice's

POV

"Do you know what we need?" Jessie asks, grabbing onto my arms excitedly. I was almost afraid to ask. "A girl's day!"

"A girl's day?" I asked, raising my brows. I've never partaken in a girl's day before. Then again, I've never had friends to do so with. "Yes!" She squealed excitedly. "I'm talking about mani/pedis, massages, and facials. Maybe even a total makeover!"

She seemed so excited, and I didn't want to be the one to make that go away, so I agree to her girl's day, despite the tightening knot in my stomach. She squealed again as she clapped her hands loudly, echoing through the living room. Upon request, a couple of maids appeared and awaited her orders. She smiles pleased at them as she stood to her feet.

"I need you to prepare a spa day in this palace," Jessie orders. "I want mani/pedis, massages, and facials without having to leave the palace grounds." "Yes, your highness," they all said in unison as they bow their heads.

"Call only the best; tell them it's for royalty and it's quite urgent," Jessie says as she gives me a small wink. I felt my face heating up; was she calling me royalty too? I don't want to be known as royalty. At least, not while I'm still conflicted about my feelings toward Landry.

Not before long, the living room of the palace was being filled with equipment for a spa day. There were lounge chairs that reclined, footbaths for the pedicures, tables for the manicures, and massage tables. Women in different professions filled the area; they all looked so professional and gorgeous.

It's almost intimidating as they set up their specific stations.

One girl, in particular, had wild red hair that flowed messily around her gorgeous and bright features. She was hard at work setting up her massage table and making sure each lotion and oil is in its rightful place. Another girl with dark and evenly distributed hair and fair skin was setting up her manicure and pedicure stations. She was making sure the water was warm for the footbath and that each of her pieces of equipment was in the correct spot.

The third girl was a bit younger than the rest; she had long blonde hair that fell around her shoulders in waves and her face was also bright and beautifully done with makeup. She had her own station set up across the room with a couple of reclining chairs and makeup scattered across her area.

"What should we do first?" Jessie asks, staring at me with wide and hopeful eyes.

This was completely out of my element and I'm not exactly sure what to say. She laughed at my facial expression and grabbed my arm.

"Come on," she chuckles, pulling me toward the manicure station.

The woman at the station smiled at me and motioned for me to sit in one of her seats while Jessie sat in the other.

"I'm thinking French tips," Jessie breathed, gazing over at me thoughtfully. "What do you think?"

I shrug, unsure what that even means.

"Sounds good to me."

The woman worked effectively on my hands; she started by rubbing them with a different variety of lotions; making my fingers uncomfortably slippery. Once she was done oiling my hands, she started trimming my long fingernails and filing them, causing me to cringe at the sensation.

I don't think I like getting my nails done.

As she painted them, I was surprised at how beautifully they were coming out.

The process of discomfort was almost worth it.

As she does Jessie's nails, Jessie was talking her ear off about the latest drama around her own palace. I wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, but I know she was saying something about how one of her maids ended up being a vampire spy and it was one of her best maids too.

Once she finished doing Jessie's nails, it was time for our pedicures. The chair was oddly comfortable, but the water feels weird against my toes. I could tell there was a greasy soap in the water, making my toes slippery. I had to admit though, it felt nice getting my feet massaged. I found my body relaxing as she works around my toes.

When she finished massaging my feet and legs, she started filing and trimming my toenails. Like my fingernails, it left me with a cringe feeling sensation and I couldn't help but shudder. Thankfully, it didn't last long because my toenails were already short. She painted them a pretty pink color; something Jessie already picked out for me.

Now, it's time for massages. I'm not sure how I feel about someone putting their hands on me. It feels almost intimate.

"Trust me," Jessie says as we lay on the massage bed, half-naked. "You're going to love this."

I trusted her, but I wasn't sure if she knew what I would love. I don't say that to her though; I don't want to disappoint her. She's so excited about this girl's day and I don't want to upset her. So, I remained silent and allowed this strange woman to put her hands on me, while her assistant worked on Jessie. Jessie kept making odd groaning sounds which made me a little uncomfortable. But I was glad she was happy.

After a little while, the massage started to feel really nice. I could feel my entire body relaxing as she worked out each knot that invaded my sore muscles. I wasn't even aware of how tense I was until each knot was released. It was from all those years of fighting and holding everything in. I worked as an Alpha since I was 12 and never had the time to relax like this before. I'm grateful for this opportunity.

She turned me over and worked on my chest and down my torso. She also massaged my legs and feet, which were still covered in the oil and lotion from the pedicure. By the time she finished with the massage, I was completely greased up. I felt extremely slippery and had trouble standing on the ground. Not just because my legs were jelly, but because of how oily my body was.

Now it's time for facials and a makeover. The woman started by cleaning my face of any oils that may have been left over from the other stations. She then placed a goo all over my face; something I wasn't expecting, and I certainly didn't like. I looked over at Jessie who was getting the same treatment; I realized quickly that it was not a goo because it was hardening with each passing moment. On Jessie, it looked to be mud. It was a brown muck that grew lighter as it hardened. It was tightening around my face, keeping my facial expressions locked.

I grew claustrophobic the harder the mud got. My breathing becomes rash, and I have to work overtime to keep my heart at a steady pace.

"It's just a clay mask," Jessie says, frowning over at me. She could feel my anxiety; it must be obvious despite how hard I try to keep it away. "Just breathe. It's meant to cleanse our pours and smooth out our faces."

I do as she says, I breathe.

I felt my body relaxing slightly and I close my eyes, allowing my heart to slow its pace. Soon, she was washing the mask off my face, and I can finally move my features again. Once it was all clean, she massaged my face with yet another lotion. I'm going to smell like a bouquet of flowers by the time this was over.

"Time for some makeup!" Jessie claps with glee as the makeup artist gets her stuff.

I stifle a groan.

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Tina's POV

At home, Tina could overhear her father on an important and seemingly private phone call. He has no idea that his daughter has returned home in the evening, and she doesn't make herself known to him.

"I will bring the peace offering to the bears to prove my loyalty," her father says into the phone. "Then, we can work to overthrow our Alpha King, once and for all."