❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
You knocked at Manami's door, only to be met with a sharp, nearly hostile, "Who is it?"
"It's the maid. I've come to clean your room," you replied, your tone laced with the slightest hint of sass, though you kept it measured.
There was a faint, dismissive scoff from the other side, followed by the reluctant command, "Come in."
With a resigned sigh, you opened the door, stepping into the chaos. Holding a broom in one hand and a mop balanced precariously in a bucket in the other, you surveyed the scene before you. The room was a disaster—clothes strewn carelessly across the carpeted floor, makeup products haphazardly scattered on the vanity as though someone had given up on using them altogether, and a disturbing number of dirty plates piled high on the bed, as though the surface were some kind of misplaced dining table.
You couldn't help but groan inwardly at the sight.
[a/n- Italic writing are your thoughts.]
It was obvious these plates had been left from yesterday. The remnants of a hurried meal—perhaps a late-night snack or an attempt to fill an emptiness that was far more than just physical.
Guess the pressure's getting to her you thought, staring at the scene.
There had been whispers around the manor, rumors you hadn't paid much mind to before—but now, in the quiet moments of reflection, you wondered if they were true.
Does she actually have an eating disorder?
The thought lingered in your mind, an uncomfortable question that felt heavier than it should. A small part of you felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy for Manami, remembering how you'd dismissed her earlier with your friends. But then you quickly dismissed that feeling, reminding yourself of the countless times she'd mistreated you and your friends without a second thought.
I really do sympathize however it doesn't justify her actions. you thought as you put down your cleaning supplies.
The manor's prime omegas—those carefully selected individuals who excelled above all others within this estate. They were more than just members of the elite group; they were the crème de la crème, those with talent that set them apart from the rest. These omegas were the ones who had been handpicked by the mistresses, Mei Mei and Yuki, for their unique abilities, their strength, and their beauty. At present, there were seven of these remarkable individuals, each of them a standout in their own right:
