Him, His Uncle And I!

4 Rebecca

The truth is, my father, the alpha of our pack, messed up something with the Alpha King's pack and as a result in exchange to not being killed, they were given the option to send one of their kids as a pack aide in the alpha King's pack. And that's me. The other girls were pretty much in similar positions either they were the only child or the other was a boy meant to be the alpha later on so the parents discarded the useless girls.

" Becky! Order up, take these to the dining hall." Getty said. She was also nice, three years older than us but still as playful as we were.

" Roger that, ma'am." I said playfully saluting her.

Taking the plates and putting them on a trolley like the ones in hotels, I rush out of the kitchen into the dining hall. The hall is not far from the kitchen because it's more convenient for them because it means that we will take less time walking there which means they will eat the food while it's hot.

They are all there. From the highest rank, the alpha and his family, to his close subordinates, the beta's family and the likes. There are approximately six tables with ten people around each table.

" Good morning." I say politely with my eyes on the floor as I approach the tables.

" Morning, Rebecca." The Luna of the pack says to me. She likes me, I don't know why because I did was help her son and my secret crush, Ryan with his homework once. It was in the summer i was turning 14, and i still looked very adorable. It was also the time i doubled my age and realized that no one was coming for me, not my parents not even Rosie.

Ryan ran away from home because his parents were forcing him to attend a summer cram school. He found me at the cavana in the woods and sat with me there and that was a time, i had started to secretly train by myself after i was inspired while watching the older girls of the pack train. They looked very badass and strong and the fragile girl in me thought that if i copied them i would be just as strong and confident and no one especially my parents will ever fool me again.

Ryan sat with me whining about all the rules and stuff he had to follow just to be the next alpha of his pack. I listened attentively and gave him a solution, i would secretly help him with his homework. See, though we were salves, since we were technically princesses from other packs the luna of the pack suggested that we all go to school if it did not disrupt our work in the pack house. So i took the offer and school became a safe haven for me, i loved learning and so i offered him help. His parents found out later though and hired me to be his tutor professionally because since that day apparently, Ryan liked going to school.

I place the food on the table, starting with the Alpha's table going round from the alpha to their last born child, the princess of the pack, Riley. I place the bowl of fruit salad in front of her and take a step back in case she throws a tantrum and says that she doesn’t want it. She did, she threw a tantrum.

Riley looks at the bowl in front of her, grabs it and throws it my way, with my quick reflexes I would be able to dodge but I can't, I'm not allowed to especially if I don't want them finding out about my secret training sessions. So I stay still and pray that the bowl will fly right across me.

But it doesn't, in fact, she threw in such a way that she would aim for my head. The bowl hits my head. The fruits splatter all over my uniform and my hair before falling to the ground.

" I said I don't want kiwis in my plate and you put them there! Make me another one." She hmphs

Lord knows how much I would love to discipline this child in front of me but I nod politely and say, " It was the kitchen's error. We will fix it right now."

I kneel down, and pick up the broken pieces of the bowl on the floor. I feel dizzy as a warm liquid trickles frok just above my eyebrow to my already uniform. But nobody says anything or even try to help. They all act like nothing happened, chatting and eating happily. So brace myself and grit my teeth to ignore the pain and keep picking up the broken glasses. Once I am done, I get up and walk away.