Possessed by the Rogue King

Chapter 5 : Housemaid Mate

*Eva*

I blinked my eyes open, the heavy weight in my chest weighing me down like a tonne of bricks. Then it all came flooding back to me. The blood. The party. The rogues. Him.

Those icy blue eyes had pierced right into my soul and told me that he didn't want me. The moment those words left his lips, the knife plunged deep into my heart. I felt every muscle seize up.

My wolf keeled over in agony and then it had all gone black. Clearly, Susan had kicked into self-preservation mode. She had wanted to save my body from completely crashing.

Rejecting a mate was cruel. It was almost unheard of for our kind. But he had done it to me.

The irony was that I had wanted to do it to him first. But that was when I thought he was an Omega, not the leader of one of the most feared and feral packs in the entire country.

I stared up at the wooden ceiling of the room I was in. The place smelled like mold and dust. The room might as well have been a shoe closet; it was so tiny. I could stretch my arms out and touch both walls.

What kind of room was this? This was not a space for an Alpha, let alone the mate of one.

The bed I was on was extremely uncomfortable and my body was still dressed in my birthday dress. It was stained with blood. Blood that did not belong to me.

The sting behind my eyes built as the gravity of the situation hit me like a tonne of bricks.

Dead. They were all dead.

My dad. Lola. My friends. My pack.

They had been slaughtered like cattle. Like their lives meant absolutely nothing. My heart grieved for them. I had been in that damn basement with Zander when I should have been with my pack. Maybe if I had been there…maybe…just maybe.

It was a childish thought. I knew that my presence would not have made much of an impact.

A single tear fell from my eyes and I had to use my shaking hand to wipe it away.

I was alone now in goddess knows where. Then my mind flittered to another thought. Prince Reagan. I hadn't seen him after leaving the basement. His voice still echoed in my mind. Was he still looking for me?

The door suddenly swung open and in walked a sour looking woman holding something in her arms.

“Omega," she addressed me.

Slowly I sat up, my cheeks still stained from the wetness of my tears.

“Are you talking to me?" She couldn't possibly be addressing me, the daughter and mate of an Alpha, as the lowest ranking wolf in a pack.

The woman wore a combat suit and boots. Her hair was slicked back and she wore a bored expression on her face.

“I don't have time for it, princess." She threw clothes at my feet on the bed. “Get dressed. I need to take you for your first job. Chop, chop, you are already late for wash day."

“Wash day? I'm not a servant. You've been mistaken. Please get me the Alpha."

The woman scoffed in my face. “You want an audience with the Alpha?"

“Yes." He was my mate after all, rejected or not.

She rolled her eyes and placed her hand on the old and rusted knob. “And I want to be queen one day but not every wish comes true unfortunately. Hurry up. I'm coming back in ten minutes and I am taking you down whether you are ready or not."

She slammed the door causing the little room to shake.

I stared down at the clothes at my feet. I picked up the shirt and it was a gray shirt with loose fitting gray pants. These were the same kinds of uniforms Omegas wore.

The same kind he had worn when he came to live with us.

He had rejected me and turned me into his servant. Not only was my home gone but my title had been stripped from me and I had been demoted seemingly overnight.

My chest tightened and my stomach churned. I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep the bile from rising and spilling from my mouth.

I slowly got up from the bed to get dressed. She was going to come back and I would find a way to speak with Zander soon enough.

I followed the woman through the large building I had been placed in. From what I could guess it was the pack house but in this portion of it there weren't many people milling around.

We walked outside toward a smaller building in the large back yard of the pack house.

“Where are you taking me?"

The woman didn't answer me. She just continued to lead me to the small building. When we got inside, I noticed that it was a washroom and there were people in similar uniforms as me washing clothes.

“No," I said almost immediately, “I do not wash clothes. I haven't washed a single garment of mine in my life. What makes you think that I will wash someone else's dirty laundry like some slave?"

The woman grabbed me roughly by the hair and pushed me forward. “It's either this or we throw you in the hole, mutt. This is your new life now. Welcome to Blood Moon."

She turned and then left the room. I stood there by the door staring at all the people who had their sleeves rolled up sitting at different stations washing clothes. They all stared back at me with curious glances. Some even looked me up and down like I was the scum beneath their feet. If only they knew.

A woman stood from her station and walked up to me. As she neared me I could smell the scent of sweat and BO.

Did these people shower?

“Your station is over there. There is already soap in there. Once you are done, you take it outside to rince and then hang. My name is Helga and if you need help just let me know."

Helga looked a little disheveled but she had kind eyes. She offered me a small smile and then went back to her station.

This could not be my life right now. I needed to speak to Zander. We had to come to some kind of agreement. He couldn't really make me a slave, could he?

I trudged to the station with a defeated and heavy heart. I didn't want this.

To say I didn't know what I was doing would be an understatement. I had never washed a single article of clothing in my life. Back at my pack, we had people for that. I didn't know how to do any kind of chores because it was all done for me. I was the Alpha's daughter after all.

I wrung the last shirt I had in my pile and placed it in the basket beside me. This was not how I had imagined I would be spending my first day as an adult.

I could hear their little giggles and whispers.

'Look at how pale she is,' one of the girls had snickered.

'Could they get an uglier Omega? She isn't even useful. What is she even doing?'

'What are those marks on her face?'

Their words were nothing but petty little mean girl comments but my heart was already grieving. I didn't want to deal with these childish bullies anymore than I wanted to be forced into manual labor. It was when I looked up that I saw their lips weren't moving. My heart raced. This was just like last night at the party…

No. I didn't want to think of it. Of the blood…the bodies…

I shook the thoughts from my mind.

I lifted the basket and moved toward the exit door, but just before I made it out, I was tripped by a girl who was close to the door. I went tumbling down along with the basket and right onto the dirty floor. The entire room erupted in laughter and my cheeks heated.

I could feel the sting building behind my eyes.

I stood to my feet and growled at the girl. “What is your problem?"

She gave me an evil glare. “You should watch where you are going, mutt."

I opened my mouth to say something but then someone came up behind me and dumped dirty clothes all over my body.

“We were told to hand you the Alpha's basket. He needs his clothes ready within the next two hours."

The two girls walked away from me and went back to their stations. They giggled with each other, not even paying me much attention anymore.

I looked down at the clothes on the floor.

Now I had to wash both his clothes and the ones that I had just washed. Begrudgingly, I picked up the clothes and placed them in their respective baskets and walked back to my station.

I refused to shed a single tear in front of these people. They were not worth my time. I was above them. I was the Alpha's mate. And when I saw Zander again I would ask him to restore my title back to me.

I washed the clothes and this time, thankfully, I was able to hang them on the washing line outside. Everyone kept staring at me but no one dared to speak to me. They all preferred to loudly whisper about me instead.

I sat on the grass on the outside of the washing building. I leaned my back against the concrete wall and felt my heart tighten.

They were all gone. My entire family. My pack. I had no one left. I just had myself.

Blue Lake didn't exist anymore. I was the only surviving member. Could you even have a pack with just one member?

No.

I placed my head in between my legs.

I couldn't feel her. Susan was far detached from me like she was gone. She had retreated so far into me that I couldn't pull her out.

She was grieving for the life that we lost and the people that were now gone. But I also felt her heartbreak. She was grieving the loss of our mate.

He didn't want us.

He had deceived us.

All this time, he had been lying to us. He was no Omega, he was the Alpha of one of the most feared packs in the county.

I hated him for this. For this pain and deception.

Why did he do it? Why did he lie to me and my father? And now he made me a servant. I had the blood of an Alpha running through my veins. I was no one's servant.

Below the pain and grief something bubbled just below the surface. It was something ugly and red. It was searing hot anger.

I was angry. Extremely mad at him for placing me here and abandoning me after all he knew I went through.

I stood from my place on the ground and marched back into the laundry room. I was focused on one thing and one thing alone. I walked past the washing area and headed to the ironing room. Some of the dried clothes I had washed I had placed by the iron board.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and took the cotton shirt in my hand and cut a hole in the center of the damn thing.

Was I being petty? Yes. But there was nothing else I could do. This would at least inflict some kind of annoyance or pain his way. It wouldn't be nearly as much as my pain but it was a fair start.

“Damn you, Zander." I cut up his pants next. With each snip my anger only grew hotter and hotter.

By the time I had gotten through about six articles of clothing, I was panting and my anger a little more subdued.

I placed the scissors on the board and let out a heavy sigh. Then, a voice trickled into my mind.

'What in the world is she doing?'

My back stiffened as I looked over my shoulder at a shadow that stood in the corner of the room.

What the hell?