Alpha Ren ✔️

Chapter Four

I smile gratefully at her.

The laundry unit was on the same floor as the kitchen, hidden behind walls, keeping us from being seen from anyone who dwells within the Alpha's manor. There are a few machines mounted on the wall, a few baskets full of clothing and towels, and a table to fold it all.

Maiden Ambrose didn't seem to have a care for me being here. She only paused for a few moments to tell me what to do.

She stood in front of me, hands battered from cleaning propped on her heads, steely grey eyes glaring down on me. "Here's the rules. You do everything in order, or as I say. Mabel or Della will help you, they have been here the longest. You will have a specific amount you are expected to finish every day. You do not leave until it's done. You go from here, to the kitchen, to your sleeping quarters and that is it. No one delivers laundry to any part of the house but me, unless I say otherwise. You must not ever be seen by anyone beyond these walls, unless they work here like you. You'll be paid weekly."

With that, Ambrose didn't give me a single glance, going on about her work.

Mabel was very helpful, telling me how to sort the clothes and what settings the machines should be on. She informed me that we were cleaning all the servants clothes, and that Ambrose dealt with of Alpha Ren's finer clothing. It didn't bother me, but Mabel seemed irked.

I was busy folding the white load when conversation arose.

"So Brielle, what made you come here?" Mabel asks lightly, pulling freshly cleaned clothes into a basket at her feet.

"Parents kicked me out, and the pay where I was working wasn't so good," I inform her. "I thought if I come here, I'll have a better chance at getting back on my feet. Honestly I just want to get out of this Pack."

"I can relate," Amora says pointedly.

Della walks over, dumping another pile of clothes to fold in front of me. "You know, the money is pretty good here. But there are other ways to make a little extra. Or should I say, a whole lot extra."

I perk at the sound of that. With stiff joints in my hand from folding, I would be happy to do more to get a little extra in my pocket. The quicker I get out of here, the happier I will be, adn at this point, I'm up for anything. Even if the glare Mabel sends Della seems like some kind of warning.

Della comes to stand right next to me, leaning to face me. "A lot of girls have gotten out of this place because they have done a few extra favours for the Alpha."

I frown. "But we aren't allowed to go near the Alpha, right?"

"Well, he isn't going to turn you down if you show up at his door. That is, if you get there in the first place, but that's apart of the fun," Della murmurs, a smile that turns my stomach queasy gracing her face. "You do a favour for him, and he will surely be happy to return one to you. You get me?"

"Shut up Della," Amora scolds, grabbing the girls hand to lead her back to her work. "Don't listen to her Brielle. No one is that desperate to get out of here to do that."

I brush what they said off, going back to my work.

By the time night rolled around, all the girls had finished and gone off to dinner, leaving me to finish the last of my quota. I was just finishing folding the last sheet over the table, when Maiden Ambrose burst into the room, frantic as she slides a basket full of clothes in an array of colours onto my bench.

"My husband was in an accident..." she says quickly, pulling her apron off to throw across the room.

I startle. "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"Take these up to the Alpha's room, and don't you dare tell anyone I left early, or are letting you do this," she tells me, pointing to the basket. "And don't you look at him, or talk to him. Understand?"

I have no idea what to say, I'm so stunned. Ambrose is clearly desperate to get out of here and help her husband, so I murmur in agreement, abandoning my sheet for the basket of clothes belong to Alpha Ren. Ambrose disappears out the door, leaving me be.

What I'm meant to do, I'm not sure. There are instructions about how to get to his quarters plastered on the wall, so quickly, I study it, hoping to ingrain it in my mind. I can't mess this up, as much as my heart is beating rapidly, as much as I'm starting to sweat without even moving.

Ren seems to have an array of tunics within this basket, and a few other shirts. I don't go through it though, my mind too busy on something else.

You do a favour for him, and he will surely be happy to return one to you. You get me?

Those words ring in my mind. Would I be foolish enough to pull something like that out of pure desperation? I shake the idea out of my head. I need to make it to Ren's room. Hopefully no one will see me.

And I hopefully Ren won't be in his room when I get there. Hopefully.

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