Mika
I watched Malcolm approach me slowly, his every step deliberate and calculated as if he savored the moment. My heart pounded in my chest, and I found myself unable to move a muscle, paralyzed by fear. His eyes bore into mine with a cold, unblinking stare, sending shivers down my spine.
I braced myself for the worst as he finally reached me, holding my breath in anticipation. But to my surprise, instead of causing harm, he gently touched my cheek, his expression softening for a moment.
He stood motionless momentarily as if under a spell before abruptly leaving the kitchen. I remained rooted to the spot, feeling a sense of relief only after he had departed.
I was left bewildered, my mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. To regain my composure, I shook off the confusion and refocused on the tasks, preparing to work through the night.
I was rushing to clean up the kitchen as quickly as possible, but there seemed to be many dirty dishes and other chores to take care of.
It was strange because we don't usually have this many dishes to clean. I wondered if there had been a party at the pack house that I wasn't aware of. I was looking forward to tomorrow being Saturday, and I wouldn't have to worry about going to school, but I still had my regular Saturday chores.
My responsibilities include tidying up my house and preparing a hearty breakfast for my father, who prefers to have it ready by 8 o'clock. After that, I return to the communal pack house to clean up after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as well as take care of the laundry for the entire pack house, which can be quite a substantial amount of work.
The packed house is a five-story building, each floor serving a specific purpose. The fifth floor is exclusively reserved for the Alpha and his family, providing them with a private and secure living space.
Moving down to the fourth floor, we find accommodations for the Beta and his family, ensuring they have a comfortable and suitable environment within the pack house.
The third floor is designated for the Gemma and his family, offering them space within the pack house. On the second floor are guest quarters, providing a welcoming and hospitable area for visitors and temporary residents.
Finally, the first floor is allocated for pack members, offering communal spaces and facilities for the entire pack to use. It's important to note that access to the fifth, fourth, and third floors is restricted unless the pack leaders have permitted you, even if you are the cleaning staff.
Managing the laundry for a building with five floors is quite a daunting task. The sheer volume of accumulated laundry is overwhelming; it can be a lot of work to keep up with it all. It's incredibly challenging because I'm the only one handling this task.
I had just washed every dish, but now I needed to tackle the daunting task of cleaning the entire kitchen and dining hall. I was utterly exhausted, and my body ached from the punishment my father had given me, as well as from the unexpected attack by Alexa and her two minions.
As I entered the dining hall, the chaotic mess of the massive room overwhelmed me. I took a moment to inhale deeply, preparing myself for the task ahead. The enormous, elongated dining table was covered in a jumble of trash, so I set to work meticulously clearing it away, making sure to dispose of it properly in the garbage.
After completing the meticulous task of swapping the entire floor from one corner to the other, I proceeded to the final step of mopping, which thankfully turned out to be the easiest part.
By the time I finished, it was well past 2 o'clock, and I still had the daunting task of cleaning the kitchen ahead of me. As exhaustion set in, I silently pleaded to the Moon Goddess for the strength to stay awake and complete the remaining chores.
As I made my way out of the dining hall, I couldn't help but feel the sharp pain in my ribs with every step I took towards the kitchen. Once inside, I diligently wiped down the counters and thoroughly cleaned the floor.
All that remained was to pack away the leftovers and give the floor a final mop. The exhaustion overwhelmed me, so I sat while transferring the leftover food into containers. As I sat there, my eyelids grew heavier, and before I knew it, darkness had enveloped me.
"What are you doing, Malcolm?" I asked, feeling uncertain. "I'm just an omega; you can have any she-wolf. Why me?" I spoke out, my voice tinged with insecurity. Malcolm's touch was gentle as he began to caress my cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness.
As he closed the distance between us, he moved his hand to brush his thumb across my bottom lip, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I want you, Mika," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Body, heart, and soul. You were made just for me; you are the missing piece of my heart," Malcolm confessed, his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace.
Malcolm was now just inches away from my face, eyeing my lips with eagerness and lust overtaking his eyes."I crave you, Mika; I have for a long time now. Allow me to taste your soft lips," he said sweetly. His lips just brushed across my lips, and I felt a fire within me just by the light touch from Malcolm.
I woke up suddenly, my heart racing and my mind foggy from the vivid dream I had just experienced. It was surreal to dream about Alpha Malcolm. As I gathered my bearings, I realized that I was still in the familiar surroundings of the pack house.
Glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall, I was taken aback to see it was already past 5 am. I couldn't believe I had slept this long, knowing I still had unfinished responsibilities waiting for me.
"Why are you still here? You should have completed your duties already, omega. Were you too busy slacking around? There is no room for slackers in this pack," Alpha Alexander, the quadruplets' father, yelled at me.
"I'm so sorry, "I'm so so very sorry, Alpha," I confess to him, my voice trembling slightly. "It was just more work than usual from dinner last night. There is no excuse: you get the job done on time, you get the job done right, or don't work here." I hang my head, feeling the weight of my words.
"Please, Alpha, I need this job to pay off my father's debts," I plead, trying to convey the desperation in my voice. The Alpha's eyes bore into mine, and his response was firm. "Then get the job done now," he said with so much power that I bowed my head in fear, feeling the weight of his authority pressing down on me. The job done on time, you get the job done right, or you don't work here."
I hang my head, feeling the weight of my words. "Please, Alpha, I need this job to pay off my father's debts," I plead, trying to convey the desperation in my voice.
The Alpha's eyes bore into mine, and his response was firm. "Then get the job done now," he said with so much power that I bowed my head in fear, feeling the weight of his authority pressing down on me.
"Don't be too hard on her father," Mark spoke out as he walked further into the kitchen to stand by his father's side. "She can't help it if she is a slacker. Just look at who her father is."
"Watch your tongue, Mark," his father replied sternly. "Her father, John, was once my Beta in this pack. He exceeded expectations and was a dedicated member until she was born. You should not judge him based on his daughter's behavior."
I quickly began to put the last of the food in the containers and proceeded to store them in the refrigerator.
As the Alpha Alexander and Mark watched me, I tried to speed through my duties.
I swiftly transferred the remaining food into the storage containers, sealing them tightly before placing them in the refrigerator.
As Alpha Alexander and Mark observed my actions, I felt the pressure to complete my tasks with efficiency and precision.
"What's going on?" Another voice chimed in, and I turned around to see Malcolm joining his father and brother. "Just the omega slacking off with her duties once again," Mark stated.
I found it challenging to meet Malcolm's gaze without feeling flustered. The dream I had about him made my skin tingle at the mere thought.
I made a conscious effort to keep my head down, hoping not to attract any more attention than I already had. After the food was stored away, I headed out of the kitchen to fetch the mop and bucket to clean the floor.
A substantial hand seized my arm before I could reach my destination, halting me in my tracks. It was Mark who was keeping me in my place. "Where do you think you are going, little sheep?; You should bow down to us and plead for forgiveness," Mark stated.