Alora’s POV
My day was already chaotic even before it ended. I had thought that I would at least be pardoned to take a break since I was the new maid but sadly, I wasn’t granted such luxury.
The other maids scurried around, doing one thing or performing one chore or the other while I tried my best not to get noticed.
I was trying to blend in as much as I can. To stay away from discussions that might bring questions that I had no answer to. It was hectic but at least, it was better than the wretched life I was living weeks ago.
"Fold the laundry and take them to the storage when you’re finished." The maid in charge gave another assignnt barely after I finished the first one and without complaints, I set out to work.
My whole body ached in places that I didn’t even know existed but I couldn’t complain so instead, I set out to carry out my chores.
If my mother were still alive, she would’ve applied so ointnts to my injury, taken care of and nursed back to health but I don’t have a mother anymore. I don’t have parents either.
All I had was myself in this cruel, dark world.
I went to the back to begin my next chore. After removing the clean clothing from the line, I took it back to the storage room and began folding them one after the other.
I was so imrsed in my work that I didn’t know when Lara sneaked in to find .
"My Lady," She held from behind in an attempt to frighten . One that she failed miserably at but still, I only smiled at her efforts.
"Alora." I corrected her again. I know that it would take a lot of ti for her to her used to it but I didn’t want to take any chances. Here, I am no one. I am not a lady neither am I the Beta’s daughter.
I have been branded as a traitor and everyone hates . Moreover, this pack and mine have a lifelong feud, one that cuts deeper than knife on a bare skin. If anything, I don’t want to give anyone a reason to hate or a reason to plot against .
Besides, I don’t want anyone to find out that I am still alive. As long as I am breathing, I want to conceal my identity because if Ryan should get even a single word of my existence, there’s no telling what he might do to .
Lara lets out a nervous laugh. "I’m sorry Alora. It’s just hard because I’m not used to calling you by your first na. I still find it disrespectful."
"I know but we are not ho anymore so please, for my sake, try as hard as you can if you want us to survive living here."
She nods her head, her eyes flickering in understanding. "Okay. I will try to get used to it."
Rounding the high table where I placed the basket of unfold laundry, Lara helped to sort them out and arrange them nicely inside the other empty basket.
"You don’t have to do this." I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t let . "If the chief maid finds you here with then, there’s no telling what they might do to you."
"I’m done with my chores so I want to help you out." She insisted, grinning from ear to ear. I wonder how she manages to smile despite everything that she has been through.
"You might not be My Lady anymore by title but you are still my friend and I will help you out as much as I can." She declared proudly as she picked up the folded clothes to put them away.
"I will take care of you to the best of my ability, Alora. I know that you’re not used to any of this, yet." She continued. "And I know that it must be hard for you to adjust to sothing like this so please, let help you."
Wiping the tears that gathered in my eyes, I mouthed a small ’thank you’ for her help and kind words. It felt nice to know that there was soone here looking after even though I didn’t know if I deserved any of it.
"Did you hear?" She began a mont after the long silence.
I knitted my brow in curiosity, not sure if I wanted to know or not. "Hear about what?"
"The Lycan King is getting married soon and he has planned to arrange a feast for his new bride in a week’s ti." She inford , eyes staring at with intent.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "And what does that have to do with or you?"
"A feast ans a big celebration Alora and a big celebration ans that—"
"Every Alpha and dignitaries across all packs will be invited." I muttered in a low voice when the realization finally hits , my fears suddenly arising like troubled waters.
"What if..." She trailed off, her words caught in her throat. "Do you think that Alpha Ryan will be invited? Will he co here too?"
My chest tightened at those words. My heart slamming against my ribcage as my mouth slowly beca dry, my throat hoarse.
"I don’t know." I croaked out, my voice edgy with unsettled fear. "But I doubt that it’s highly unlikely. There’s no way that he won’t co, right?"
"I am scared, Alora." She blurted out, "What if he sees us here? What if he sees you here? I am scared that he might decide to create a scene or worse."
"And," She continued. "There’s no way to skip the celebration even if we don’t want to attend because we’re maids working here so how do we get around this? What are we going to do?"
My skin prickles, breaking down in hives at the thought of what might happen should in case it gets to that point. Here I was, thinking that I have finally escaped death’s door but it only seems like I am standing just in front of it at the mont.
Just how on earth do I survive what’s coming?
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