Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 3

"Well... Just well. I don't know what to say."

Jonah shrugs when I tell him about the meeting.

"You can't exactly take it back and I'm sure you wouldn't even if you could. I guess we'll alter

the shift, bring on new hands and figure it out."

We work out a few more details in the kitchen about how we'll acquire the new workers and

when the trips will be. Soon enough, I look at the clock and see it's almost one am. We say

goodnight and part ways at that and I climb the stairs sluggishly.

The upstairs is just for the alpha and Luna, so I don't have to worry about waking anyone once I

reach the third set of stairs.

My pace slows when I reach the end of the hall and see my light on through the small crack.

I never forget to turn off the light.

Stormie was always afraid it would start a fire or raise the electricity bill.

I walk towards it slowly and sniff for a familiar scent.

It's not rouge, but I've never smelt it before.

I stop outside and listen intently, but I only hear a few sounds of something brushing an object.

The movements aren't at all rushed and I figure I can take the intruder by surprise.

Fli going the door open hard enough to make it bang against the wall, I face the frightened

woman who stares in utter panic.

"I'm so sorry alpha!"

I look confused to the Sandy blonde haired girl. She holds a duster and wears plain black

clothes.

I don't recall... Oh.

She must be one of the maids that Jonah hired to care for the pack house.

"What are you doing in my room?"

My booming voice is infuriated, but it's only a fraction of the anger I feel.

This stranger is in my room. On my floor. Only my mate, my beta, and my gamma should ever

be allowed up here, let alone in the bedroom.

"I-i was jus-just cleaning. I'm new and it's only my second day on the job."

Her wide brown eyes seem to be trying a little too hard to convey innocence, or Maybe she truly

is just frightened.

"I find it hard to believe you were only in here to clean at one in the morning. Why are you

lying?!"

I step closer to glare down at the woman who now seems to shake a bit.

"I'm n-not. It's just my second day and it took hours to clean the other two floors. You weren't

back yet and I-I didn't want to seem like I wasn't doing my job, so I kept going and I would be

done after this- your room. Sir."

A dedicated maid? It seems fishy, but I can hear Stormie chuckling softly in my head. Not

everyone is out to get you.

It's an awful feeling to have any woman other than my mate in this room, but I should get out of

my comfort zone if I'm going to keep from being isolated forever.

"What is your name?"

I make sure my voice remains hard as I sit on the end of the bed and face the woman.

Her eyes widen in surprise and I notice that this girl overdoes her emotions and her reactions.

Does she realize just how easy it is to read her face?

Stormie would never let her facade fall infront of a stranger.

"Miranda," she says softly.

I nod and decide I may as well let this woman bore me enough to fall asleep.

"Tell me about yourself," I order taking off my shoes.

She stutters a bit before answering, but seems more confident when she does.

"I'm sort of new. You signed the paperwork for me to be accepted Into the pack last week."

I frown. Jonah must have done it. I hope he got a thourogh background check, especially if she's

working in my room.

"I was supposed to move in with my mate, but he ended up rejecting me about four days ago. So

I got a job, applied to live in one of the outer joined packhouses and here I am."

An outer joined packhouse is like an apartment complex for warewolves. The only difference

between them and my packhouse is that this one house's the alpha, Aka mua.

"Interesting," I state standing up and walking over.

"So you clean the same rooms? Everyday?"

She fiddles with her fingers.

"Four days a week. Other people have shifts too."

"I see," I say reaching hand out for her duster. When she hands it to me, he hand clunks into

mine gracelessly and she gasps.

I ignore her and shake the fluffy wand.

"So you move this all over the furniture and... Clean?"

I was milking this dead conversation for all it was worth.

Though Stormie and I weren't talkers and only did so 15% of the time we were together, I've

been alone for two months and any company distracted me just fine.

"You didn't feel that?"

Though she blatantly ignored my question, I let it slide. Miranda stares strangely at me and I

almost think she's in shock or something, but after I hear what she says, I think I'm the one in

shock.

"I think we're second chance mates."