Chapter 8
CHAPTER TITLE Reflections
I sat on my bed, my mind wandering to the events of the day. The Council meeting, the Alpha's cold demeanor, it all swirled in my head like a storm.
I sighed, feeling a sense of heaviness in my chest. I had hoped for more from the Alpha, some sign of appreciation or acknowledgement. But it seemed I was just a mere maid to him, a mere accessory.
I looked around my small room, feeling a sense of loneliness wash over me. I had no one to turn to, no one to confide in. I was alone, with only my thoughts to keep me company.
I stood up, my movements slow and deliberate. I walked to the window, staring out at the moonlit sky. The world outside seemed so peaceful, so calm. But inside, I was a storm of emotions.
I thought back to the Alpha's words, his cold dismissal. I had felt like a mere shadow, a mere presence. Not a person, not a being with thoughts and feelings. Just a maid.
I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. This was my life, my fate. I was a maid, a servant. And I would have to accept it.
But as I stood there, something inside me stirred. A spark of defiance, a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to accept it. Maybe I could change my fate, change my life.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. It was a dangerous thought, a rebellious thought. But it was a thought that refused to be extinguished.
I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with possibilities. And I knew, in that moment, that I would never be the same again.
I woke up early, my alarm blaring in my ear. I groggily got out of bed, my body aching from the hard mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned, my mouth feeling dry.
After getting dressed, I made my way to the kitchen to start my day. The other maids were already there, sipping their coffee and chatting quietly. I joined them, pouring myself a cup of coffee and taking a seat at the table.
"Good morning, Vanessa," one of the maids, Sarah, said with a smile. "How are you today?"
"I'm good, thanks," I replied, taking a sip of my coffee. "Just a bit tired."
"I know the feeling," another maid, Emily, said. "I was up late last night finishing my chores."
We chatted for a bit, discussing our schedules for the day and our various tasks. I was assigned to the Alpha's quarters again, which meant I would be busy all day.
After finishing our coffee, we headed to our respective assignments. I made my way to the Alpha's quarters, my heart sinking at the thought of another long day of cleaning and errands.
As I entered the quarters, the Alpha was already up and getting ready for the day. He barely acknowledged me, his eyes fixed on his phone as he typed away.
"Good morning, Alpha," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
He grunted in response, not even looking up.
I sighed inwardly and got to work, starting with the cleaning. The Alpha's quarters were always spotless, but I still had to dust and vacuum to keep them that way.
As I worked, I couldn't help but think about my life. I was a maid, a servant. I had no freedom, no choices. I was just a tool for the Alpha and the rest of the pack.
But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on my work. I had to be careful, or I would lose my position and be cast out of the pack.
After finishing the cleaning, I moved on to the Alpha's laundry. He had a lot of clothes, and they all had to be washed and ironed by hand. I worked slowly and carefully, making sure everything was perfect.
As the day wore on, I took a short break to eat my lunch. The other maids joined me, and we chatted about our morning.
"I can't believe the Alpha made me redo the cleaning three times," Emily said, rolling her eyes. "He's so picky."
"I know, right?" Sarah replied. "I had to redo the laundry twice because he didn't like the way it was folded."
I nodded in agreement, my own experiences with the Alpha's demands flashing through my mind.
After lunch, I returned to the Alpha's quarters to finish my tasks. He was still busy with his phone, not even acknowledging my presence.
I worked slowly and carefully, making sure everything was perfect. I knew the Alpha would be inspecting my work, and I didn't want to disappoint him.
As the day drew to a close, I finished my tasks and headed back to the kitchen to join the other maids. We chatted and laughed, our exhaustion forgotten in the face of our camaraderie.
But as I made my way back to my quarters, I couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that had settled in my chest. I was a maid, a servant. I had no freedom, no choices. I was just a tool for the Alpha and the rest of the pack.
And I knew that would never change.
As I entered the Alpha's quarters to deliver his dinner, I could sense his cold demeanor. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes fixed on his computer screen, his expression unreadable.
"Alpha, your dinner," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
He grunted in response, not even looking up.
I placed the tray on his desk, my heart sinking at his lack of acknowledgement. I knew he was busy, but a simple "thank you" would have been appreciated.
As I turned to leave, he finally spoke up. "Vanessa."
I turned back to face him, my heart racing. "Yes, Alpha?"
"Make sure to polish the silverware tomorrow. It's not sparkling like it should be."
I nodded, feeling a surge of disappointment. That was all he had to say to me? No "how was your day?" or "thank you for your hard work"? Just a cold, impersonal demand.
"Yes, Alpha," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.
He nodded, his eyes already back on his screen. I knew I was dismissed.
As I left his quarters, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The Alpha was always cold with me, never showing any warmth or kindness. I was just a maid to him, a mere servant.
I sighed and continued on my way, my heart heavy with emotion. I knew I had to be careful around the Alpha, but it was hard not to feel hurt by his constant coldness.
As I entered my quarters, I couldn't help but wonder if things would ever change. Would the Alpha ever see me as more than just a maid? Or was I doomed to be forever trapped in this cold, impersonal world?