Him, His Uncle And I!

1 Rebecca

(Engine starts outside)

The pack supply track is leaving.

It's 06h30.

It usually leaves at around this time... I should probably get up now, I'm on breakfast duty this morning, and I don't want to give that slizzy witch to be on my case this early.

I groan as i rise from my bed like a zombie.

My eyes are still half closed, and my mind is still so hazy that I'm entertaining thoughts of going back to sleep.

But i can't, i dont have that luxury.

Flipping my covers, i get off the bed, one foot after another, and make my way to the commune bathroom. No one is there as expected because mostly are still asleep, and those who are on breakfast duty with me have already gone to the Pack house.

I splash my face with water because I'm late already. Looking at my face in the mirror, i notice that my skin is breaking into a few pimples on my forehead, my eyes are red, and the eye bags under my eyes are screaming for attention.

I sigh and leave the bathroom, there is not much I can do about them, as a slave i did not have the money to waste on skin products, i am saving up for the day i walk out here a free woman.

And the other way to make money as a slave in the pack is to basically be a plaything for the f**k boys in here who are yet to find their mates.

So no thanks, i would rather stay with my pimples and dark circles instead of contracting every STI there is for skin products.

Besides, I am already been made fun of for not worrying about every pimple or dark circle underneath my eyes.

I even acquired the nickname scary Becca, you from scary Harry instead they used my name Rebecca in shortened form.

Walking out of our "dorm" room, which was just a small back room the size of a chicken house, housing 8 girls, I stifled a yawn and made my way to the pack house.

I stayed out till late last night training in the cavana near the woods. I think I came back at 3 a.m., and I'm lucky that nobody saw me.

Otherwise, I would be punished because my curfew as a pack aide is 6 pm after serving dinner to the alpha and his family.

A pack aide is a glorified term really, in actuality, I like i said earlier i am slave.

Yeah, that's right, I'm a slave and I've been one since I was 7 years old.

When kids my age were running after butterflies, climbing and jumping from trees or playing in muddy puddles after rains, I was being branded as a slave.

"I'm here." I mutter to no one in particular, I quickly use the backdoor, the only door we are allowed to use to get into the Pack house.

I rush to the kitchen, praying that our wh*re of a manager is not there yet. And no, I'm not calling her names because I hate or anything, rumors has it that she has tasted very fuckboy in this pack and to get her managerial position, she upgraded to a higher ranked man, the beta of this pack.

I crouch down and peek through the window. I don't see her, and I get elated for a minute there because as I swagger my way into the kitchen, my eyes make contact with her on the other side of the room.

She is leaning against the kitchen sink facing four women in black overalls and aprons standing in a line.

" Rebecca! What did I tell you about punctuality?" My manager shouts.

" That you don't even know how to spell that word."

Before I can respond, Kayla next to me whispers . She says it loud enough for those in line to hear and we can't stop ourselves and burst into giggles since we can't laugh outright.

" What's funny?!" Oh, she saw us. We shake our heads, and I quickly fix my posture and say, " I'm sorry, manager, I'll fix my behavior." The line they drilled into us to say each time we according to them," broke" their rules.

" Manager who?" She asks with narrow eyes and a smirk playing around her mouth.

" I'm sorry, manager Lucy, I'll fix my behavior." I repeat. Along with her narcissism of being called manager, Lucy enjoys hearing that phrase because it represents authority.

However, she's mistaken about one thing, it represents their authority, which she has just borrowed from them.

If she messes with the wrong wolf or she-wolf of this pack, then she too will have to say that phrase. And it will be ten times worse than what i got.