To Break His Curse

Three

After being reprimanded hilariously by Auntie Ceci, as Clair and I call her, they managed to get a few more hours of sleep.

I didn’t.

I just kept thinking about Colton, which works too. I don’t mind!

What I do mind is having to fight with Ellie for shower space.

Because we are all a bunch of lazybones, we established a routine that will key us take a shower all at once so we can have a few more hours of sleep.

I am beginning to think is works more against us than to our advantage because we just refuse to play fair when it comes to time under the water.

“Where is the f*****g soap?” I have to get down on my knees just to locate the tiny bar that is definitely going to need replacing soon. Unfortunately, the fortnightly groceries that the pack buys for its little slaves only arrives in three days so we are going to have to figure something out.

And Claire is to blame! Had she not let the soap sit under the water for so long, so many times, we would not be in this predicament right now.

I have no idea how I manage to get out of the shower last when I got in first but I am just relieved when I realise that I am not on time.

Going through the big family closet, I pick out a shirt on my side and quickly put a bra on before sliding it over my arms and buttoning it.

The blue and white plaid skirt that falls just above my knees is next to go on my body and I suck in my stomach as I zip it up.

I have not put on weight, no. But it seems the school is not aware that midsections grow too after fifteen so I am stuck having to suck in a breath every single day just to get the skirt on.

The entire school does not have to put this atrocity of a uniform on. Just us, the not so important people. And it is all so they can identify us even from a mile. That includes the omegas too. The rest get to prance around the school corridors in their private clothes. And if you are Chantel, the Alpha’s princess daughter, you get to flaunt your expensive clothes everyday to some of us that will never get to even touch them unless you grace us by passing by way too close so we can cop a feel of that velvety, million bucks fabric

I roll my eyes just thinking about it.

I put my black sneakers on, which is basically what I pair with my uniform everyday. The shoes we are not provided with so I have to do my best to ensure they can last me long enough before I have to beg the Luna, who happens to be an overweight, bitter woman.

And she will not agree easily!

“how are you still here?” My mother looks so astonished as she watches me comb through my red hair lazily.

As if she doesn’t know her own daughter. I doubt I would be on time even for my own wedding. But I know better, no matter how lazy I look in the beginning, I always manage to make it on time. Being a b***h and wanting to be defiant for most of my early teen years taught me a very valuable lesson.

Not to say I am submissive and without a spine now. I found the perfect balance. I only obey when I know doing so will save my ass from trouble. Other than that, a b***h can go fall off a cliff!

“Sweet Ruthie! You say this everyday. I am not going to be late.” I assure her and she narrows her eyes at me.

She long took a shower and got dressed in her little servant outfit. Of all duties, I feel my mother has the worst.

Since the Luna thinks she is a queen, she has a lady in waiting to torture with her endless requests. Also known as my mother, Ruth Hagan.

I do not ever want to take her place.

I pull the hair into a ponytail and I actually look cute despite not getting enough sleep.

“Bye, mommie ! Love you.” I plant a kiss on her lip and she gives me a warm hug.

Do not be fooled, we are not best friends. However, we established a long time ago thet there is not much keeping that rift between us other than her adamancy to keep the reason we are here a secret so at some point I decided to treat her like the best mother in the world.

We all act the same way. As soon as we shut the doors to our little four roomed house, it is smiles only. We already have way too many reasons to be miserable as soon as we head out, we would rather pretend all those problems do not exist as soon as we walk into the house.

“Did you take your water bottle?” she questions and I turn my head and give her a weak smile with amusement clear on my face.

“yes, mommie!” I yell out before walking out to search for Claire and Ellie.

I assume they are still not back from the servants kitchen, which we low ranking creatures that will apparently contaminate the crockery and cutlery should we use it for our own feeding, have our meals.

I did not have an appetite tiday so the last option I have is to wait for them.

I begin to get impatient after waiting for just seconds and consider dragging them out with their hair out of the kitchen but Ava arrives and that distracts me.

She has on blue jeans and a white tank top, nothing special. Just simple as usual to complement her dramatic purple hair.

“Aurie, baby! Give me a kiss!” she pouts and I give her a quick peck before shaking my head.. I should be used to her obsession with kissing me by now but it still gets a reaction out of me each time.