Blessed by the Moon Goddess

Chapter 4

I woke up Friday morning feeling exhausted. I was up most of the past two nights late, to ensure I completed everything in the apartment upstairs for their eldest son. I don’t know how I’m going to catch up on my sleep, but I’m going to need it. I’ve never been any good with less sleep and here, I don’t have a choice.

I drag myself out of bed and begin my day of cleaning. “What size clothing are you girl?” Helga asks, catching me by surprise.

“Um… small or medium depending on the brand,” I reply trying to think clearly.

“Very well.” Helga nods and returns to dressing the baby. “I’m going out today, I expect you to continue your daily chores, plus clean the windows, and the floors today. Also, have you finished my eldest son’s room?”

“Yes, ma’am I completed it last night.”

“Excellent,” She gave me a small smile. “Tomorrow, you will do your chores and complete them by four then have the afternoon off in your room as we are hosting our Alpha for dinner.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I won’t let you down.” I reply feeling more energized at the idea. I can go to sleep early tomorrow and catch up on my sleep. I feel so relieved.

Helga left the house with the baby, leaving me alone to get all the chores done. Thankfully I don’t have any laundry to do unless one of the boys wet the bed. Laundry is just so time-consuming because of the machines. As soon as I’m finished in the rooms, I work on sweeping and mopping the floors. Then I start washing the windows, I start in the main rooms, for if the kids come home before I finish, I won’t be seen or in the way.

I completed the task of washing all the windows in the main rooms as the front door opened, and Helga entered with the baby. “There are bags in the car I need help bringing in, please go get them.” She states, as she walks briskly to the restroom.

I go outside and load my arms up with as many shopping bags as I can carry and return to the house. For someone who hasn’t been outside in months, I don’t dare linger longer than I should. I have yet to receive a punishment, and I have no interest in starting now. Serge seems annoyed with me, but Helga is the one who talks to me the most. I think keeping them both happy is just me doing everything Helga requests.

I reenter the house wondering where to put everything so I can return to cleaning the windows. It’s a rather large house, but thankfully the biggest windows are in the main room, but each kids' room has a window or two. “Set them on the sofa,” Helga instructs as she exits the nursery. “You’ll have to do the nursery windows when she wakes up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answer.

I finish all the windows in each kid's room, just as the baby wakes up and everyone comes home from school. I duck into the nursery to clean the two windows before going to the laundry room to wash my rags now that I’m done for the day. Maybe I can get some extra sleep tonight as well. One can only hope.

As I wait for the laundry to finish, I clean the corridor leading to my room, the Eldest son’s apartment, and the laundry room ensuring it is fully ready for him to return. I enter my room to straighten it, to find a stack of clothing folded neatly on my bed with a note. “I convinced Serge to let me get you a few clothing items. I bought one for each month you have been here as you helped ease my maternity recovery. Also, you deserve more shower items so that you may continue to keep up with your hygiene. Rest, you’ve earned it.”

I set the note aside and carefully examined the clothes before putting them away in the small dresser that is in the room. Does this mean I get to relax for the rest of today once I finish in the laundry room? I hear the machine finish so I go to switch over the load only to see a man as tall as Serge with muscles almost as bulging, but with brown hair cut short and a mean scowl like Serge. This must be the eldest son, I drop my gaze when he turns to look at me. “Who do we have here?” He coos as he steps closer to me.

“Just a slave,” I murmur.

His fingers catch my chin and lips my face to look in my eyes. “You’re too pretty to be a slave.”

“A spoil of war,” I offered.

“Ah, here I was thinking it was some sort of joke my dad was telling me. What are you doing in the laundry room?” He questions.

“Finishing the laundry for the day,” I admit. “Excuse me, I need to finish my work.”

“Not so fast, we’re just talking,” he replies. “Why are you trembling little one?”

“I’m not little,” I snap then swallow hard hoping no one heard that besides him.

“Compared to me, you are very little. Fragile and frail.” He whispered. He leans forward as if to try and kiss me, and I pull my head away. I’m not being accused of trying to seduce him. “No kiss? Next time then,” a smile spread across his face as he began to laugh before leaving the room. What was that?

I run to my room as my head begins to swim. I’m seeing spots as I try to catch my breath. What just happened? Is he going to force me to do things? Could I tell Helga, or would she just assume it’s my fault? Oh, Goddess, this is terrifying.

A loud knock on my door causes me to jump. I open it to see Serge thrusting a plate at me. “Dinner.” He gruffs before turning and walking away. “Abel, your mother is looking forward to seeing you at the table,” Serge calls up the stairs.

“Coming,” Abel calls out, and I hear his footsteps on the stairs. I see them embrace as I close the door not wanting to appear to be staring. “Who’s the girl?” I hear Abel ask his father.

“Help for your mom,” Serge grunts as their footsteps echo down the corridor away from my room.

I sit down at my table and eat my dinner, thankful to have the time to myself. Once I’m done eating, I take a quick shower and change into the new pajamas Helga has graciously given me. I know I should hate them for what they did, but as they have been good to me, I cannot entirely hate them. Do I fear them knowing Serge is more than capable of killing? Hell, yeah, I do, but they have provided me with food, shelter, and life in exchange for helping with the household chores. Is this Stockholmers syndrome? Probably, but at this point, I can’t stress it. I’ll be 18 in a month, and then I can worry about my life. 18 is when a wolf begins the search for one's mate.

I finish brushing my hair as my bedroom door opens. I jump as I’m not expecting anyone, only to see Abel grinning and chuckling as he stands in the doorway. “You are a jumpy one, aren’t you little wolf?” He came into my room, closing the door behind him. Oh s**t, is this when my life becomes a full-on living nightmare? He closes the distance between him and me in three strides. His arm wraps around me holding me in place as he presses our bodies together. My heart begins to race as panic sets in. “How about that kiss?” He whispers as his other hand tangles in my hair while he presses his lips to mine. I freeze and tense up not knowing what to do.

I feel his tongue run along my lips forcing them apart to get a better kiss. I’ve only kissed one person before, and it was a short quick peck on the lips, this… I hear him moan as his member begins to grow against my body as he holds me to him. He walks us two steps back, and I have to summon all my willpower to speak. “Please, stop.” I whimper against his lips.

He freezes, pulls back, and looks at me intently. “You don’t like it?”

“I… Your parents…” I stammer.

“They don’t have to know,” he whispers kissing my lips again.

“Please,” I beg again.

“How old are you little wolf?” He wonders.

“17.”

He lets out a groan of frustration and releases me. “I’d probably break you, anyways.” He states angrily before turning and walking out of my room. I sit on my bed trying to catch my breath and slow my heart rate down. What just happened? I curl up in bed and close my eyes trying to calm myself to sleep.