Lost in the battle
1563 Words
Isadora Davis
Ouch!
I stubbed my toes a bit hard on a little rock, and the large basket full of laundry stumbled in my hands, but I managed to prevent the clean clothes from falling.
I walked into the alpha's house to arrange all the clothes I had dry-cleaned but found myself drowning in an abyss of thoughts.
My mind was occupied with the person who rescued me last night when I fainted in the woods. My unknown savior caught me from falling, and not only that, but he gave me a bitter-like substance to drink that helped make my wolf not disappear.
I was indeed indebted to him, and I hated being indebted to people. It was a chance for them to use it against it. I owed the man who saved me my life.
He said he knew my father, and from the looks of things, he was good at treating people, just like my father, who was once a pack doctor.
Does this mean he worked directly with my father in the pack hospital, or was he a person who was loyal to my parents?
I never expected any pack member to be kind to me and was happy they weren't, so when I get my revenge on everyone, I show no mercy.
Deep within me, I have given up hope on the park members and labeled everyone as a coward or a bully, but this strange revelation has opened my eyes to new facts about the pack.
Maybe I was just too busy wallowing in self-pity to realize that there may be people who hated the alpha as much as I did, if not more, but we're just being cowards.
I smile sadly at the wistful thought of my parents; they were the bravest and strongest people I knew. They protected me with their lives and ensured I stayed safe even after their deaths.
However, here I was still doing housework for their murderer. I was going to make sure that at the end of my life, some day, or maybe fifty years in the future, I would make that bloody bastard alpha pay for everything he had done, and after that, I would join my parents wherever they were.
He had underestimated my potential, and luckily for me, he wouldn't be seeing me coming or expecting my next move.
I had just washed a basket of laundry that seemed to be bigger than my life span, even though I had done the laundry yesterday. These people change clothes more than they change their bad attitudes.
It was as if they were adding both the clean and dirty clothes together just to frustrate me and keep my hands busy with work without a break.
I was exhausted, and now I had just stubbed my toe and was spilling out some blood, but thankfully not too much, and it will only take about five minutes for me to heal completely.
This was the only good thing about being the Golden Wolf: the ability to heal ten times faster than a normal wolf.
I walked into the living room that belonged to the Alpha, silently praying to the moon goddess that I wouldn't encounter anyone on the way. My plan was to quickly drop the clothes and leave immediately, like I was never there.
As usual, Luck was never on my side as I walked in to see the alpha sitting on the couch. Great, just what I needed.
The asshole I was trying to avoid was sitting right there, doing nothing. He was the source of my nightmare, the man who made my life a living hell and miserable like he promised, and he was indeed fulfilling every word of his.
For now, there was nothing I could do but stand and hate him from afar. I was still weak and lacked proper training to even defend myself.
I bowed my head at him and dropped the basket on the table to fold the clothes one after the other before arranging it on the couch for everyone to pick up theirs when they were ready. I had been instructed never to enter anyone's room by the alpha.
"What are you doing?" he commanded. He stared at me with extreme anger and disgust.
"I am folding the clothes and placing them on the table, sir," I said sarcastically. "
"Who permitted you to put clothes on the surfaces of my expensive couch, which is worth more than that useless life of yours? Can't you make use of that, your dead brain, and take the clothes into each room respectfully and keep them?" he yelled, standing up and walking towards me.
Now, mind you, he was the one who made the rule that I should never step my disgusting legs into any room.
I remembered how he beat me almost to a coma, saying it would serve as an example and teach me a lesson never to dare set my rotten foot into his golden rooms, and now he was saying all this.
What a bipolar bastard and a sorry excuse for an Alpha!
"You, my alpha, warned me never to enter anyone's room; you beat me so I could never forget that." I said to him, my voice thick with layers of mockery, and bowed my head. I couldn't hide my smirking at how dumb he was acting.
As I raised my head back to look at him, a hard punch landed on my face, and I fell to the ground. The stupid alpha had punched me in the face, but he didn't stop there. He kicked me a few more times for good measure and spat on me.
As I lay on the floor covered with my blood, I felt nothing but pure hatred burning through me. I wished in my heart that I was strong, not weak. I wish I had discovered the hidden power of the golden wolf so I could defend myself. Too bad I haven't figured it out, and now I am at his mercy.
I felt so angry and weak. I felt useless.
"You must never open your dirty mouth to talk back at me, or else I will snap your neck just like I did to your father. You will take everyone's clothes and arrange them for them like a good slave. Am I understood?" he asked.
"Yes, alpha," I said. He walked out of the room and left me on the floor.
I wished I had died along with my parents; maybe I would be happy with them, wherever they are. But unfortunately, I had to be the stupid golden wolf who wasn't as powerful as people thought it was.
If the golden wolf in me was powerful enough, she would have taken on the alpha and defended my parents, preventing them from being killed, but my wolf was weak, and I felt angry. Now I knew why I was slowly losing my wolf; I hated her for only bringing me nothing but misfortune.
I stood up from the cold floor, dusting my body, but the dried blood on my clothes wouldn't come off even though I had begun healing. I sighed and continued arranging the clothes, going into each room to place them carefully.
I walked to the alpha's room and found the door locked. What did the asshole expect me to do—pass through the door like I was some kind of evil spirit or something?
I sighed and annoyingly dropped the basket containing his clothes on the floor in front of his room and walked to Lucas' room.
I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn't be there. After listening to his discussion with Ashley on the bed about how he betted on me with Simon while they f****d themselves, I wouldn't dare forgive him until he earned it.
Lucas had given me a specific warning not to enter his room without his approval, and trust me, I didn't want to see anything that would make my eyes bleed for the rest of the day, so I knocked.
"Lucas," I called, but he didn't answer. After knocking several times without hearing any response, I pushed the door of the room open.
I took the basket containing his clothes and dropped them on his bed, arranging them according to their use. I hung them in his closet, taking note of all the ugly stuff in it.
Gosh, were guys always this weird? Why keep used condoms and memoirs from their s****l escapades? Or was it a sign of them showing their dominance and bragging about it?
I was curious about the little one I fell in love with and what made him change so much. I picked one of the memoirs to see what was written inside; as expected, he had written the names of each girl on them.
My eyes widened in complete shock as I saw Jess' name boldly written there. I blinked twice to confirm if I was seeing something wrong, but her name didn't disappear. Lucas had slept with his best friend's girlfriend and also with his best friend's sister.
WOW! I needed popcorn for this. The thought of seeing Ashley's reaction when she finds out her boyfriend is nothing but a man w***e.
Whoever his mate was, I was sorry for her in advance.
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