The Legendary Red Wolf

Chapter 8

The following morning, I wake up and guess that I'm up before anyone else, I use the loo and then sit at the edge of the bed to wait for Carlson to 'let me out'. About ten minutes pass and then the door is opened and Carlson stands there looking shocked that I was up and waiting for him. I push myself off the bed and walk straight past him with my head bowed, going to the kitchen and starting on the breakfast now guessing that it's only Carlson's loyal followers in the pack house. Carlson leans on the counter behind me, watching me intently with interest. My stomach growls it's disapproval but I ignore it and continue on.

Around half an hour later I have food made for them and I step out of the kitchen, Carlson's presence following me. I turn into the laundry room and see the piles of clothes just dumped all over the place. Sighing I sort through them and shove them in different washing machines, starting them up. Spinning on my heel I breeze past Carlson and back to the kitchen where the males have piled their plates up and I set to work washing them. A man walks into the kitchen and goes to say something but out if the corner of my eye I see Carlson motion him to be quiet, I smile slightly amused. Once I've finished that I head back into the laundry room finding it all finished I move the clothes to the dryers and turn them on. Now with nothing else to do I turn to Carlson and look u at him.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do Alpha?"

"No, you have no more tasks until lunch, you are free to whoever wants you." Carlson says looking slightly intrigued

"Okay, Alpha, shall I wait in my room for someone to come get me?" I ask

"Yes" he replies

I walk out of the laundry room and go straight to the basement, sitting down on the bed and I withdraw to my thoughts. How am I supposed to live like this? I'm brought out of my thoughts by someone coming through the door. Looking up I see a male grinning down at me, he grabs me and abruptly throws me across the room into the wall. The breath is knocked out of me at contact but I hold my tongue and suck in a deep breath as I push myself up off the floor. He stalks over and kicks and punches me, I curl up and protect myself.

About half an hour later, he's had enough and strides out, closing the door behind him. I lie still, unable to move thanks to from the injuries he gave me. By the time lunch rolls around a few hours later I can finally pull myself to my feet, ignoring my aching body and walk towards the door but then realise I can't open it in case someone sees me. Sighing I sit on the bed, waiting for the storm to come. Maybe an hour later, a furious growl goes up through the house and moments later the door swings open, crashing into the wall and revealing a fuming Carlson. I whimper and shrink away, bowing my head. He storms over ad grabs me by the hair before throwing me roughly back ont the bed, growling when I go to move. He flips me onto my stomach and rips my knickers off me, I whimper hating where this is going but I stay still.

"You didn't make the pack lunch and locked yourself in your room, this is your punishment." Carlson snarls

I open my mouth to tell him he's wrong but it's already too late as his fingers have moved from my back further down (Not going into detail, but I'm sure you can imagine). I squirm around, screaming wildly and Carlson grabs my hour with his other hand and pushes my head into the pillow.

"Carlson, you've got it wrong, please hear me out," I plead through my gritted teeth.

Carlson stops abruptly and I relax slightly, letting out a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

"What do you mean?" Carlson asks confusion lacing his voice.

"I didn't lock myself in. A man came in and beat me to the point I couldn't move and when he was finished he closed the door behind him, so I couldn't get out," I tell him with my head bowed and tears of pain brimming my eyes.