SERRA
The fancy car smoothly cruised through the city streets, its shiny surface reflecting the early sunlight like a black mirror. I sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat, feeling the plush leather beneath me and reminded of the questionable decisions I made before. Outside, the city was buzzing with morning activity, the colors blending into a mosaic through the tinted windows, yet a sense of unease gripped my stomach.
My eyes were fixed on the passing scenes, but my mind was a mess. What had I gotten myself into? The sensible part of my brain yelled at me, questioning the wisdom of my actions. Yet, the desperate need to survive and break free from my recent past drowned out those nagging thoughts.
The man driving said nothing, his attention fully on the road ahead. I stole a glance at him, trying to figure out this mysterious character beside me. He had sharp features, and there was a certain confidence in the way he carried himself–like someone who wouldn't easily back down.
As we pulled up to where we were headed, the grandeur of his home became clear. Massive gates guarded the entrance, and the mansion itself stood tall, exuding wealth and power. The car glided to a stop, and the man turned off the engine, plunging us into an abrupt silence.
I hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car. The mansion in front of me was both fascinating and intimidating. He took the lead, and we walked through the impressive entrance, where two figures stood waiting–a sturdy guard and a composed maid. The guard straightened up as we approached, his expression shifting to one of respect.
"Good morning, Alpha Theron," the guard greeted with a respectful nod.
"Good morning," the man responded. Alpha Theron? My heart raced as it sank in that I had just walked into the home of another werewolf pack's Alpha.
The maid, a lady in her forties with a tidy uniform, gave a polite nod with a slight bow.. "Welcome back, Alpha. We missed you during your short break."
"Thank you, Clara," he acknowledged, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Alpha Theron. I couldn't shake the weight of that revelation. "Why does it always have to be Alphas?" I muttered to myself.
As if he heard my mumbled question, Alpha Theron turned toward me. His intense gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver down my spine. "What was that?" he asked, his tone carrying a stern edge that demanded an answer.
A sudden urge to retreat washed over me, to hide in the luxurious surroundings and escape his scrutiny. But I couldn't–the reality of my situation required me to face him. "Nothing," I replied quickly, my voice revealing a touch of unease.
Alpha Theron's eyes narrowed, his demeanor unforgiving. "If you have something to say, say it out loud. We don't keep secrets here."
Caught off guard, I stumbled, "It's just... I didn't expect to land in another pack so soon. It's a lot to take in, that's all." In the back of my mind, I realized I didn't even know what I expected him to say—understanding, sympathy? The words just slipped out without much thought.
Something unreadable flickered across Alpha Theron's face–maybe amusement or disdain. I couldn't quite read his expressions. "I don't have an interest in your life story. Spare me the details." His gaze stuck on me for a moment before he shrugged it off.
Feeling a sudden twinge of embarrassment, I lowered my head slightly. "But if you're having second thoughts, you can leave. Go back to sleep with men and earn some money from them," he added casually.
With that, he walked away, leaving me there alone. His words hit me like a blow, a mixture of shock and humiliation washing over me. The challenge in his words sparked a determination in me. I wasn't backing down, not when my survival depended on this job.
The next thing I knew, I was following Clara, the head housemaid, ready to embark on my duties as a maid. Surprisingly, the tasks weren't challenging for me; after all, I had done similar chores before. Cleaning, organizing–it was all in my wheelhouse, a routine I easily slipped back into.
Days turned into a blur as I settled into my role as a maid in Alpha Theron's big mansion. The tasks were endless, and I found myself constantly on the move, taking care of every corner of the fancy mansion. My hands, used to hard work from years of labor, adapted seamlessly to the demands of the luxury around me.
I couldn't help but remember some things I'd heard about Alpha Theron. People said he was the tough leader of the Blue Moon Pack, known for being strong and brave when dealing with challenges. Despite his cold demeanor, women were drawn to him. It made me realize I had an intimate night with someone far from ordinary.
As the days went by, I learned that the pack's Mayday Ball was coming up, a significant event in the werewolf calendar. The mansion buzzed with energy as preparations for the celebration kicked into high gear. My workload shot up, and the pressure to meet Alpha Theron's expectations became an unstoppable force.
"Serra, make some tea. There are guests," Clara's order cut through the air, pulling me from the routine of my daily chores. I nodded and put aside what I was doing to prepare some tea. With a
tray of carefully made tea in hand, I cautiously made my way to the guest room.
As I entered the room, I averted my gaze, aware of the scrutinizing glances that bore into me. The guests were seated, and my movements went unnoticed until my eyes met an unwelcome surprise–Violet. Her presence, unexpected and unwanted, sent a shiver down my spine. A rush of emotions–fear, resentment, and a tinge of anger–welled up within me.
Caught in a moment of mutual surprise, Violet's mocking smile emerged like a twisted reflection. She wasn't alone; sitting beside her was her father, the Beta, a man who silently supported his daughter's actions despite knowing they were wrong.
I tried to keep my composure, reminding myself that I was here to serve, not to be haunted by my painful past. Avoiding eye contact, I completed the task, placing the tea cups on the table with practiced efficiency. The Beta acknowledged my presence with a brief nod, but Violet's gaze bore into me with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
Instead of giving in to the provocation, I chose the path of discretion. Without meeting Violet's gaze, I swiftly left the room, leaving behind the weight of their judgment.
As I walked out of the guest room, Violet's malicious voice echoed in the hallway, cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Well, well, if it isn't the Alpha's ex-Luna turned maid," she taunted, her words laced with a disdainful tone. "Seems like you've found your true place."
I could feel her eyes on me as I turned around, and there she was in her vibrant red dress, an embodiment of the arrogance that clung to her like a second skin. Folding her arms, Violet assessed me with a disdainful smirk, silently passing judgment on the life I now led.
Mockery spilled from her lips like poison, each word filled with the bitterness of her own perceived superiority. I kept my gaze low, my hands clenched at my sides. I was here to work, to survive, not to engage in a battle of words with the Beta's daughter.
But then, an odd sensation swept over me. Dizziness clouded my senses, and the distant mockery from Violet became a muffled hum. I shook my head, trying to shake off the dizziness that was making me feel all mixed up. My vision blurred, and I strained to maintain my balance.
Violet, not satisfied with my lack of response, intensified her taunts, the pitch of her voice rising. "How dare you ignore me!" she demanded, her tone cutting through the air.
The world around me began to spin, and I stumbled, my knees giving way beneath me. As I fell to the ground, consciousness slipping away, I felt the cold floor against my palms. The last thing I heard was Violet's angry voice, expressing her discontent at my audacity.
Everything went black….