The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Daryn tilted his head and his brows drew together. "Oh so you were the one who went to play the nationals after Dawn left Bainsburgh?" 

"Yes. The coach gave me the opportunity," she replied tucking a strand of hair behind her ear revealing a string of small gold rings that lined it. "And I was runners up!" She giggled. She turned her attention towards Dawn and said, "Try it Dawn. This is really good."

A lady sitting over there urged Dawn. "Yes Mrs. Silver, you must. This one smells so good of all the herbs. What herbs have you added?"

Bree replied with a kind look, "There are rosemary, thyme, basil, oregano and cilantro." She tried to show how much she cared for her guests in front of Daryn.

"Very nice! Can you get one for me too?" asked the woman.

"Sure I will," said Bree and called a server to give instructions. When the server left, she turned to see Dawn, who wasn't eating. She was looking elsewhere. Suddenly she saw that Dawn was calling an excited reporter who was looking for an opportunity to get the best photographs for his newspaper. The reporter came running. 

"Good afternoon Ma'am," he said breathlessly. 

"Would you like to click more photographs?" Dawn asked. 

"Yes!" he responded eagerly. 

"You see Wyatt's Golf Course is one of the most beautiful courses in this region. They offer such fantastic facilities and as you can see they have arranged everything very nicely. You should cover all this in your paper."

"Of course, I will," said the reporter. He was getting an interview luckily from the sponsor's wife. What else could he want? 

"More than that I would like you to click photos of Manager Bree over here."

The reporter appeared confused. 

Dawn chuckled. She called Bree. "Hey Bree, why don't you come here?" 

Bree thought what a fool this woman was. She had insulted her in every possible way but she was only making her popular. She grinned and walked over to her side. It was rare that she got into the front pages of the news and this was a golden opportunity being offered in a platter by none other than her archenemy Dawn Wyatt. On the inside she felt so happy. 

Others at the table felt what a fantastic person Dawn was. The Vice President's wife said, "Mrs. Silver, I am really proud of you. You are even thinking of small things." What she meant was that Bree was an insignificant person yet Dawn gave her so much importance. So she also got up and went to stand near Dawn. 

"Oh! It's nothing. We should think about the club too. It belonged to my father," Dawn replied. This was yet another thing to say that Bree was nothing much. 

When Bree and the other woman came to stand next to Dawn, she rose to her feet and said to the reporter, "Where's your camera?" 

"It's right here, Ma'am," the reporter said and brought his DSLR in front. He clicked the photo of the three of them and started to leave when Dawn stopped him. 

She picked up the plate of pasta and brought it in front of her chest. She took a spoonful of it and offered it to Bree. "Open your mouth dear," she said in a very sweet voice. 

Bree's mind froze. "I— I am not hungry." 

"Doesn't matter. I want the reporter to take pictures like this. It would be great for the club's reputation." 

"B— but I am not hung— hungry," Bree barely managed to stutter.

The Vice President's wife nudged Bree. "Come on. Our CEO's wife is asking you to have a bite. Go for it. Not many get that privilege." 

"Yes, yes!" the others chimed in raising their beer mugs. 

Bree looked at Dawn with a face as pale as a ghost's. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. "Dawn, let me offer you instead of you offering me. It would look better in the pictures." 

Dawn frowned. "We will do that too. But have this one first," she goaded her. 

"Yes, go ahead. Don't be shy," coaxed yet another wife. 

Daryn watched his wife with his arms crossed wondering what she was up to. 

Bree looked at the pasta in the spoon and gulped.

The reporter looked at her with eagerness in his eyes, ready to click the picture. 

"Open your mouth dear," Dawn repeated in a honeyed voice. 

Bree shook her head. 

"Come on. Say aaaaaa…"

Bree shook her head again, but Dawn brought the spoon right up to her mouth.

The Vice President's wife was annoyed. "Are you trying to disrespect our CEO's wife?" she asked with anger and a raised eyebrow.

Cornered as hell, Bree had to open her mouth. Immediately Dawn pushed the spoon inside and Bree had to eat it. 

"Ma'am, please once more," the reporter said since it all happened so quickly that he couldn't click the picture. 

"Sure!" Dawn picked up more pasta and stashed it in Bree's mouth. The reporter clicked the photograph. Then Dawn gave the spoon to the VP's wife and said, "You should also make her eat."

The VP's wife looked at Dawn with reverence. She took the spoon and made Bree eat with style so that the reporter could get better pictures. 

Almost half of the pasta on the plate was pushed down Bree's throat. 

The reporter left feeling too satisfied. 

When everyone settled back in the chairs, Bree said, "Dawn won't you now eat it? I got it prepared with pains." 

Dawn stared at her and then said, "No I can't!"

"Why?" Bree's eyes bulged. 

"I am not liking the smell somehow!" 

The cue was more than enough. Daryn removed the plate from the table and handed it to Bree. "Please take it away. I don't want my wife to puke." 

"B— but Mr. Silver—" 

Daryn's face darkened and Bree backed off. "Yes Sir!" she said and walked away with the plate in her hand. 

Daryn offered food to Dawn from his plate. 

As soon as Bree reached the kitchen, she had an urge to vomit. She rushed to the bathroom. Each bite, each piece of pasta came out. Not only that she felt warm flow in her panties. When she went to the toilet to check as to what was wrong, she saw bloodstains. The poison was too potent. She felt she would faint. She bent down on the basin and drank as much water as possible to wash away the effects. Her body started sweating. All this was supposed to happen to Dawn, not her. Tears ran down her face. Her stomach ached excruciatingly. 

She didn't know as to how the tables turned so quickly. She zipped her pants back and called Lily Wyatt. 

"Madam, when are you coming? Dawn Wyatt is here and she has gone too far. You need to throw her out of the course immediately! She is creating a lot of ruckus!" 

Bree inhaled deep. "This is it Dawn. You are so going to go! Lily will come and drag you out of this place. She hates you so much." Bree couldn't help imagining press clicking pictures of Dawn being dragged out by Lily. Those would be the headlines of the newspapers 'Dawn Wyatt gets kicked out by Grandmother'. Even though her pain was killing her, she couldn't help laughing. 

She placed another call and explained what happened. After she disconnected the call, about fifteen minutes later, the door of the bathroom opened and Niall walked in with a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes were wide and there was a knot in her stomach when she saw Bree's head hung low. She was in terrible pain.