Somehow.

Amelia

I make my way back to the pack house, returning through the kitchens and dropping off the dishes appearing as though I just cleaned up a table. I make my way back through the pack house and up to Alpha’s guest quarters. I make my way through the rooms where Alpha Landon will be staying and make sure every stupid pillow is fluffed. Every inch of the room is spotless. I have to fold the towels into stupid shapes of animals. I re-mop the floors, mopping myself out of the room so there are no tracks and everything can dry quickly, before cleaning up and heading back down to the laundry rooms.

I switch the laundry, hang and fold clothes, and wash each pack member's clothing separately to ensure everyone gets theirs back. After sorting everything, I go upstairs to check if Alpha Landon has arrived.

"Alpha Landon is here now and I don't want you around. Wait back in the servant's quarters and come gather his luggage and leave it outside his rooms once I show him where they are located. Now go!" Bianca barks at me sneaking up from behind.

I hurry down the hall back through the kitchens and down to the servant's quarters as fast as I can. I don't want to be around for this Alpha any more than I have to.

Fine by me to hang out here.

I wait an hour sitting on an old, ratty sofa in the sitting quarters of the servant’s area before slowly making my way through the kitchen and back through the pack house. In the center of the stairwells are two pieces of luggage. One huge duffle bag and one large piece, thankfully with a handle.

I already hate this.

I don't have the energy to haul all of this up to the second floor. I wrap the bag around my shoulder and grab the handle on the big piece and start pulling up the steps.

One by one.

By the time I am up to the landing, I am panting, out of beath, and sweaty. I am out of shape, and in need of proper nutrition.

I leave the luggage and the bag outside of the guest room and I can hear faint talking within. I feel my wolf ripple within my mind, something she hasn't done in a while. I feel a pull toward these rooms, but I dare not go there. I have no desire to investigate weird feelings with strangers. Especially Alpha strangers.

It takes every bit of strength I have to turn around and head down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the pack house through the back door. I needed a breath of fresh air. I don't know why I feel a pull toward that room, but I don't like it, and I don't want to be around to find out what it means.

I just want to lay low and get out of here.

I headed out of the pack, toward my tiny home. My shoulder aches and I'm exhausted. I feel a new ache in my chest, and I do not know why. I need to rest. Nobody will notice me gone.

Hopefully.

The visiting Alpha may not realize he could have a personal servant during his stay. Bianca may not want him to know that. That works in my favor.

I make my way to my tiny home and bolt inside, locking the door behind me. I find my bed and flop in it, hoping to catch a few moments of rest. I pull out my stolen apples and toss them over on my bed, hiding them for later.

I lay here, begging for sleep, but my mind as other plans. I find myself going over my potential escape plan. I am trying to keep going with my plan to get me and the stranger out of here, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared.

I am so tired of fighting to live here though.

I want to be free of this whole damn place.

I need to remind myself of that need to keep myself going. I hate these bastards, and I can get out of her soon if I just keep sticking to the plan.

A not firm, more fluid, frequently adapting plan. But, a plan, nonetheless.

I catch a few minutes of sleep before there is pounding on my door. Great. The freaking guard is here. Good for my plan, but it kicks my nerves up quite a bit. I can do this. I can get that remote. I psyche myself up as I go to the door and unlock it.

"Why are you down here? You were supposed to be at the pack house waiting on the Alpha and Bianca, helping with the meals and doing his freaking laundry. Not being lazy, taking a nap in here,” he growls out at me, but my attention isn't on what he is saying. It is on the remote on his waist.

It appears to be one singular piece, with a button on it. Whatever it does, it causes the dungeon stranger pain. I dropped to my knees in front of him. "I am sorry. Let me apologize to you." I say, trying to keep my tone even and cool, hoping to show no emotion while hoping not to vomit either.

He grunts and smiles smugly down at me as I pull out his dick and start pumping my hand up and down his small, shriveled up sausage. “You could bypass a lot of trouble around here if you would apologize like this more often. Life could get a lot easier for you.” he throws his head back moaning and I seize the opportunity to use my free hand to lift the remote from his hip.

I'm disgusted with myself, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I pump him up and down as I slip the remote into my bra and allow him to dig his hands into my hair. His dick hardens and he stiffens. I grab a towel and catch his nasty cum in it. No way was I letting that inside of any part of me. I get up and rush by him as he puts himself away. "I knew you were good for something,” he says.

I want to be sick.

It will be worth it.

Yes, I am good for something. I think to myself. I'm good at stealing and I will be good at plotting revenge. I vow to reak havoc on this place soon. Somehow.