Chapter 169

• “Waitress! Give me two more glasses of beer on this table!” The customer with the husky voice whose breath reeked of alcohol called out.
• “Coming!” Maggie answered as she wiped the counter with a dry cloth. It was only her first day and she’d worked in this restaurant like a dog, half of her shift time had not yet even passed. She hated this job so much, but at least it offered shelter for her and Emily, who she had to be checking up on every thirty minutes as her baby was left all alone in their room upstairs. This wasn’t a good thing to do, but Maggie had no choice.
• She didn’t have to do all this; she could have just taken the easy way by remaining in the packhouse, but she doesn’t know where she gets this stubbornness of hers from. Now she’s regretting her actions, but she can’t go back on what she’s done. Alpha Walden would have already known she’s gone by now.