The Alpha's Ghost

Chapter 7

Hell could be defined as the impossible stained floor of the dining hall that I had to restore to perfect condition. I blew the fallen strands of hair out of my face without disrupting. I had to finish this to be granted some lunch.

"Everything good down there?"

Someone said as they stopped in front of me. I looked up to see the towering figure of a man. His skin was ashen, stringy hair falling down his cheeks. I allowed myself to stop and relax.

I remembered what I had been tortured about so far. I fixed my form and diverted my gaze, trying to be submissive and respectful.

"I'm fine. Just finishing my chores," I replied right away, not wasting a moment.

He did not say anything so I assumed I could continue. I kept an eye on his muddy boots as I scrubbed away.

"Sorry for the mess," he said, picking up the mop and cleaning up after himself.

"No, you don't need to do that!" I called out, panicking at the action.

I didn't think things through. I should have realised that grabbing the mop was not the best idea. His hold was firm, making me awkwardly stand before him.

"I can... I can clean. Don't worry," I said.

He hummed and dropped the mop. Then he walked away. What a peculiar man. He was obviously a werewolf. I wondered why he acted differently.

In the two weeks I had stayed here after my fiasco, I adapted as quickly as possible. The most important thing I learnt was to differentiate between man and werewolf. Everyone hated me but the wolves were more passionate about it. The larger creatures were violent. I only survived because not many came around here.

That strange man had been a werewolf but he was different from most. He didn't have that hostility. If anything, he'd barely acknowledged me. He treated me like a normal person for once.

"Are you done with your chores?" Ms Calle asked as she looked over her clipboard.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Go to your room."

I hesitated. "Ms Calle."

"Why are you still here?" She asked, annoyed.

The scowl on her face made me want to shrink away and hide. However, I had to do this. I was taking everything I could because of what I'd done but I still had matters to take care of.

"Have you heard anything from the Gamma?"

She froze and looked at me. She scoffed, putting down her clipboard and her hand going to her waist. Her behaviour was somewhat acceptable. I had been hearing about it all week. I couldn't just summon the Gamma as I pleased.

"Kendall Miller."

"I understand that he's a busy man but this is really important. He said I should check in with him. Please bear with me," I begged.

I winced as Ms Calle began to scold me. The elderly woman was strict but not too harsh. While she completely ignored me when I was being bullied by the rest of the house, she remained professional with me, carrying out her task of watching over me diligently. That included punishing me when I disobeyed.