I heaved a sigh, picking up the dirty clothes and stuffing them into a basket.
Being a maid isn't easy, I don't know about other clans, but here? It's the worst thing to do.
I knocked on yet another door.
"Who is it?" The person answers from within.
"I'm here to pick up the dirty laundry!" I announce, raising my voice a little.
And soon, clothes come flying out. Hitting me across the face.
"Great!" I roll my eyes bending to pick them off the floor.
Now you see why I said it isn't easy. The people here take every opportunity they see to bully and criticize me.
At first, I cried and felt bad about it. Why can't I be treated fairly like the other maid. But, how long was I going to cry? So I stopped.
This time it's our Alpha's door. I'm reluctant to knock at first. Why won't I? He's the main reason am being subjected to this hard work. He hates me, but surprisingly I can't return the favor. I might have a huge crush on him.
I take a deep breath and knock once.
There's no reply and I'm about to knock again when someone emerges.
I bow my head thinking it's him only to here that voice.
"It's the Park's maid." She mocks, leaning on the door frame.
"Good morning, Miss Nally." I greet, my head still bent. The only person we should have our head bowed for should be our Alpha, but she came along insisting everyone to not look her in the face whenever they greet.
My face is answered with a slap, which flips my face to the right side.
"What have I done" I whisper.
I'm not shaken or moved like I used to, I'm used to their harsh treatment, hers especially.
"Didn't you get the memo?" She yells at me.
What memo?
"What memo?" I ask, my voice coming out boldly, I was taken aback by the way I sounded.
She scoffed, ready to hit me again. I raise up my head, my eyes meeting hers. I don't know what she sees, but she pauses her hand mid air.
"I should be addressed as Luna, and you should kneel when in my presence."
I do everything to stop myself from scoffing.
Luna? Please, who is she kidding?
Last I heard, Leonidas doesn't have a mate yet. He's not sired to anyone. Everytime I think about it, I'm somewhat joyful. Because, if he doesn't have a mate yet, there's still chance for 'us', since I'm getting my wolf tomorrow. Lest I forget, my 18th birthday is tomorrow and that's the age when every youth get their wolf and know who their mated to.
"What? You think you still have a chance with him?" Nally asked laughing.
"You're nothing but a slave to the Star Cross Park and you can't even match up to me."
"If you're so sure, why you bothered?" It's my turn to smirk and fold my arms.
I watch as the smile she has on her face morphs into a frown.
"I'm just here to pick up the dirty laundry, Misssss Nally." I stretch the 'Miss' on purpose.
She stomps her feet going back inside.
I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. The least she could do is give me irrlevant chores. I fold my hands into a fist at the thought. Nally comes back 5 minutes later with a huge black back.
"Here!" She says almost dumping it in my face.
I should fall from the impact, but I don't. It's weird, but I'm used to it. I like to term it 'I'm not like the other wolves'. After I turned 17, sometimes I wake up to see my room in a mess, items strewn across different angles. My first thought went to the fact that someone was doing it. Then I started waking up with blood all over my hands. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I couldn't sleep anymore, one of the days I stayed awake, I got to see and know that no one was doing anything, it was all me.
"What's this?" I ask opening up the bag.
"What do you think? Dirty laundry of course." She smirks.
I chuckle bringing out the clothes one by one.
"Some of this clothes hasn't been worn yet."
"So?" She says glaring at me.
"So. I won't wash what has been washed before." As I'm speaking, I'm flinging back most of the clothes that hasn't been worn before on her.
"Done! 1, 2, 3 are the dirty clothes here. Goodbye, Misssss Nally." I wave, smirking as I take my leave. Her face is all red and she's boiling with rage. I should just brace myself up for the next trouble she'll bring my way.
Half an hour later, I'm still washing the clothes and its not far gone. Imagine washing the clothes of all the elite member of the pack. The Elite are the top 6 families close to the Alpha, they are supposed to be a paragon of dignity and peace. To me, they are just a bunch of spoiled rich and wicked Fellows. I scoff at the thought.
I'm whistling and singing when someone enters the laundry room, disrupting me.
"Hello there." He drawls and I roll my eyes figuring out who he is without seeing his face.
It's Lucas. When I talk about the Elites, he's one of them.
I don't reply or say anything, I just keep on washing.
"You can't play hard to get for long, Sophia." He says, his tone clearly pissed that I'm ignoring him.
Well long story short, he's been lusting over me for as long as I can remember. I thought maybe if I don't pay him attention he would respect himself and stop, his case is different.
He has a mate though and she hates me to the core for no reason.
Lucas walks over to where I was seated, I'm watching his movement from the corner of my eyes. He comes over and starts trailing his hand all over my body.
I just let him. After a minute or two, he stops.
"Are you dead inside? You seriously telling me that my actions has no effect on you?" He asks clearly pissed off.
"Go back to your mate, Lucas. Leave me alone." I say.
It's time to spread the clothes, so I rinse off every soap lather on my hand and stand up.
I wince at the mistake, I should have let him leave first.
I don't bother, I walk to the lines and start hanging, then I feel his arms circle my waist.
I push him away immediately, turning to stare at him. I feel my temper rising, That power I can't control yet on the edge. The clothes I hung on the line is beginning to wave, there's this sudden wind blowing.
"Step away from me!" I order and quickly as I said it, he retreats holding his head in pain.
"Ah!" He winces. I'm guessing migraine hit him.
"Stop, please!" He begs, he's now on the floor as blood is beginning to flow from his nose. It's when I see the blood that I feel this wave of guilt hit me. I'm trying to suppress the anger, but it's not working. Lucas is at the point of passing out from the pain. Then I recall this anger management technique my mom taught me and start counting slowly in numerals, trying to calm myself down.
I feel my anger dissipate and Lucas is finally free from my hold. I look at him for a moment, tears brimming from the corner of my eyes, I shake my head running out of the room.
I'm crying and I don't know why. I almost got defiled and I happen to punish who did it, but I'm here, crying. I'm almost at my room, when a guard stops me.
"What again?" I snap at him.
"The Alpha sent for you."
He informs.
I nod following him to Leonidas office. I'm wiping my eyes clean, but it's still red.
The guard knocks when we arrive at the door.
"Come in." We hear his voice from within.
The guard and I make our way in and my gaze lands on Nally.
I scoff, nodding my head.
Let's hear what she cooked and served to him…