The Ugly Wolfling(Abandoned)

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I fidgeted with my skirt, trying to find a comfortable place for it rest on my body. Damn, it's too tight there. I move it down. Now my muffin top shows. I sighed and removed my hands from the awful fabric, I need to get ready to serve.

I left my broom closet sized room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Mr. Russel, the head servant, was yelling orders at the staff. He saw me and quickly pointed to a silver tray on the counter next to me, "Take that out and do rounds."

I nodded as he turned to yell at someone and picked up the tray filled with small appetizers. The quicker I get out there, the quicker I come back.

The ballroom was filled to the brink with people. I moved around the edges and then made a slow, wide swirl pattern through the people to the center of the room as I had been taught. At last I got to the crumbs of my tray and gleefully left the room. But not before hearing sneers about my weight and complexion. I self consciously adjusted my skirt.

The kitchen was still loud with Mr. Russel's yells, now about how one should serve with pride. I set the tray down in a sink and began to rinse it. Rich people are always dirtier than I expect. Then again, they have people like me to clean up after them so why bother being neat in first place? I finished rinsing and began drying.

Mr. Russel's voice boomed through the kitchen, "Stand at attention!"

All of the servers ran out of the kitchen in a huge mob. I waited patiently for them to clear, if i tried to push trough they would just pinch my sides and push me into others. When the doorway was empty I glided through and joined the long row servers, at the very end near the stairs leading to the second floor.

This is what "Stand at attention" means in the households: all servants are to stand in the foyer, looking like soldiers in black and red uniforms (red skirts/pants and black button-up shirts), ready to fight a battle against any and all specks of dirt. It's ridiculous.

But I stand in the foyer nonetheless, back straight as humanly possible, red and black uniform hugging me like an unwanted second-skin.

They only call out all the servants when the big shots show up to the party. For one, to show how much wealth the pack has and secondly, to say, "Hey, you see these losers? They're here to clean up your mess, no matter what the hell it is. You could pee on the ceiling and they'll clean it up!" Something like that anyways.

I hear the door open and a rush of warm summer air fills the wide room. And it carried a peculiar smell. I lean forward to see down the line but immediately straighten when I hear a voice behind me say, "What do you think you're doing?"

The voice is very familiar to me. I turn and see what I expected, Luna is on Alpha's arm as they walk down the steps and she's glaring at me, "Well, servant?" She practically yelled.

"Honey," Alpha pats her hand where it rests on his arm. "She's just curious. Let her be."

I bow my head but don't hold it down as long as should and Luna notices while Alpha smiles at the person who entered through the front door. He pats her hand again and leaves her standing in front of me.

As a servant, I should hold my head down till they pass me and not make direct eye contact with either of them. But I have a defiant streak that often leads to more streaks across my back from the whip. Many of the first, most permanent, marks were made by the bitch standing in front of me. The defiant streak decided to surface at the precise wrong moment and I looked Luna in the eyes.

Her hand flew swiftly from her side to my face, catching my cheek bone under my puffy cheeks, turning my head so quickly I heard and felt my neck pop as my chin touched my chubby shoulder. I felt the blood surge to my face, bringing white blood cells to repair the burst blood vessels that, I knew from experience, would shortly turn into a grey-purple bruise.

The sting in my face was nothing to the sting I felt in my heart. Whenever she hurt me or ignored my existence I felt my heart sputter and stop for a couple more seconds than normal and the slowly begin beating again. My chest tightened to an uncomfortable level and my breathing would slow.

She was the Luna of the pack, she was supposed to care for everyone and look after them. But ever since she had her miscarriage she couldn't care for anything. It's like her heart froze over. I know it's a traumatic experience but she still has her mate, he really did love her and didn't leave her when they found out she couldn't have children.

I slowly turned back to her, looking just over her shoulder, where I should've looked in the first place. Damn my defiant wolf. Thia, as I called her, whimpered as Luna walked away from us looking smug.

We both felt the sting and wanted to her to care for us. But I knew she would always hate me and any other thing that she saw below her. She would never care.

The sound of unfamiliar voices reached my ears, they got closer and closer. Who ever were the big shot celebrities tonight were talking about the servants with Alpha and Luna, my heart started beating faster. I didn't prepare myself! I expected to just serve and stand then serve again, not be scrutinised by strangers! Damn it, why didn't I expect this?

'No pack link, remember?' Thia said in my head. Oh, right.

To form a link with anyone you need to have a bond, a sibling/parent bond, a friendship bond, a lovers/mate bond, I had none of these. And to form a pack link you need to feel safe and secure with your pack, I didn't feel safe or secure so I had no pack link. If I did I would've known about this, heard people from the front of the line whisper it through the link to others. Damn.

'We should get one.' She suggests.

'Don't go there.' I warn her. 'We won't need it anyways, not after tonight.' She let it go.

I smell lavender and reach into my shirt pocket for my little packet of Vicks. My breath hitches when I smell lavender so I apply Vicks to the inside of my nose to help open my lungs. I did exactly that after I turned away from the approaching group. I quickly put the Vicks away and turn back around. Only five people between me and the group.

They move on from one to the next and my heart beats more frantically.

Two people. My palms start to sweat as I clench them tightly, my nails digging into the tender skin. Something is wrong...

Then I realized Thia was not her usual brute force in my mind, I couldn't feel her with me, squeezing in to hear every thought. 'Thia?'

She simply whimpers, 'He's here.'

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