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Chapter 3

  • I walked back to my room and began to take off my clothes. I didn't take off my underwear though, as anyone could walk right into the room at any time, even though I had locked it. I had no rights, not even the right to privacy.
  • I got into the bathroom, where I took off my underwear and turned on the shower. As the water touched my skin, I felt my body quiver a bit from the cold and then I began to enjoy it. I loved liquid soaps; somehow, they made things quite easier for me and also had an amazing scent. They always made me smell so fresh, even though the warriors still claimed I smelled like thrash. I couldn't say why they always tried to have sex with someone who smelled so bad. Jerks!
  • I poured the soap on my body and began to scrub with my sponge as the water flowed down my head to the rest of my body. It was probably going to be the only blissful moment I was going to have that day as I knew what followed suit.
  • Work.
  • It was my job to take care of the horses of the pack warriors. I had to make sure they were well fed and provide them with enough water. I had a gift. I could tell when a horse was ill just by looking at it or observing how it was eating. No other wolf in the Pack could do it. No one cared either.
  • I was also responsible for cleaning the shoes of the pack warrior, as well as their weapons. Nothing I ever did, pleased them. I had been tortured with a silver chain about five times in a single week. The last one almost took my life. As he tied the chain around my neck and pulled, I kept screaming as hard as I could. He and his friends felt it was amusing. They hailed him and he kept squeezing my neck with the chain. I felt my life being taken from me and these guys didn't even care. It was only after I lost the ability to shout that he let go of me. I slumped, unable to hold myself back as I fell headlong to the ground, my forehead, popping open with blood flowing from my head.
  • They simply left me there without a word and what was my crime? I missed cleaning one of the weapons. Nothing else. After that incident, whenever I picked up any of those weapons, I was tempted to use them on one of them. It was an urge that never ceased, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I had so much hatred in my heart for those wolves. So much hatred!
  • I wasn't allowed to get close to the royals; the Alphas and Betas. Wolves like me were considered unclean. Well, except for the maids that worked in the palace. Those were very carefully selected and were regarded more highly than the rest of us. We were seen to be insults to the werewolf species. They wondered how we were so weak. I wondered how too.
  • In any case, it never stopped me from creating a mental picture of how the Alpha looked. I might have been wrong but that was how I wanted my Alpha to be.
  • He had to be tall; about 7 feet tall or close to that. The Alpha's size had to be intimidating. He surely wouldn't want anyone to harbour the thought of challenging him. He'd be very hunky too; his large chest, very visible even under any garment of his choosing. He had to be handsome too. He's the alpha after all. What good is an alpha whom the women in the Pack don't deem attractive?
  • The Alpha had to be very strong; stronger than anyone else in the Pack. He was to be so mighty that even ten wolves won't stand a chance. His speed had to be unmatched, his ruthlessness too. He had to have the interest of the Pack at heart at all times. Yet, a great leader must also be feared by his subjects, even as he is loved.
  • I'd heard a lot about the Alpha of alphas even though I'd never set my eyes on him in close quarters. Everything I heard about him was terrifying. He was rumoured to be able to take the life of anyone at all, just by the flicking of his finger. It must have been tough for those maids who had to get close to him in some way. Yet, I felt it was something I could have handled too. I had suffered a lot in the hands of wolves in the Pack; the big and the small.
  • I got done having my bath and I quickly dried my body and stepped out of the bathroom. I grabbed one of my work dresses from my wardrobe and put it on. It was a yellow dress. The colour had faded as it had stayed several years. I didn't have a better option and it didn't even matter.
  • I sat on the bed and thought about how life had treated me. I could barely remember the last time that I had a good laugh. All the memories I had about my life were worthy of immense tears. There was nothing good about my life.
  • I thought of the brutal beatings u received daily, just as I was also certain to receive on that day. All the abuse; physical and emotional kept playing in my head and I couldn't hold back those thoughts. I felt a tear drop from my eyes and in a short while, my cheeks and clothes were drowned in tears. The pain was unbearable. I had to put an end to it.
  • I needed to leave. I had to leave the Pack as soon as possible. Leaving was no easy task either. There were guards everywhere. In front of the houses, and especially at the borders. They were posted there to prevent intruders from gaining access to the Pack. They were also to prevent anyone from leaving the Pack to join the rogues. No one ever left the Pack without due permission from the Alpha of Alphas unless they had some grievances. They were all assumed to be threats and taken out as they eventually joined the rogues if they managed to escape. If I attempted to leave, I had to make sure I wouldn't get caught.
  • Yet, I did hope that I'll be able to leave one day. I had so many dreams I'd loved to achieve. I knew that there was a life of freedom waiting for me on the other side. I just had to get to it, to embrace it, to make it mine and it had to start with living this wretched Pack.
  • I loathed the idea of having a soulmate. I heard so many wolves talk about it like it was the solution to their problems. Most of the maids thought that finding a mate amongst the higher-ranked wolves was their only chance at a better life. I dared to think differently.
  • Soulmates were nothing short of a made-up story to make people believe something that didn't exist. It was a ploy to falsely raise the hopes of Omegas like me. It was the same with Mrs Gray who used to work with us until she got married to a gamma who was said to be her mate. Her life never remained the same. She was brutally beaten and abused at will and there was nothing she could do about it. Her status didn't change; at least, not in the eyes of her so-called mate. She was still that lowly Omega whom he could treat however he chose to.
  • I hated the entire idea of soulmates with passion. I believed that people should be able to make their own choices instead of living with one made for them. I heard a knock on my door. My trouble had begun.