Trasholes

Amelia

I awaken a few hours later and I am getting screamed at by Bianca. "Get your lazy ass up! Father is looking everywhere for you! Alpha Landon will be here soon, and you are to be available for anything we need. Don't screw this up for me either. I want Landon as my mate, and I won't have you screwing this up." she growls out and attempts to pull me up. I can't believe she is down here in her fancy clothes, looking ridiculous. Alpha Randall must be pretty pissed off to have everyone out looking for me. I stand up and jerk my arm out of her hold. Get your hands off of me. I am coming." I glance over to the cell next to me and Bianca catches my gaze. "Oh, let me guess? You whored yourself out to the dungeon rat? Doesn't surprise me." I give her nothing in response. It would be a waste of my time and despite waking up, I am too tired to deal with her. I trudge up the stairs and toward the pack house. "No, go to your place and wash up. You stink. Seriously, you would poison Landon with your filth." I don't bother to argue with her that my filth is their fault. Instead, I take the much-wanted opportunity to hurry home and wash up. My shoulder is starting to feel better, still smarts but it is an improvement. If I can sneak some food, I will be better yet. Surely, they wouldn't deny me in the presence of their guest? I would pay for it later, but it would be worth it for a full meal.

I hobble home and remove my clothing. I make the shower as hot as possible and wash away my weeks' worth of filth. They monitor my water usage somehow out here, so I have to be careful. That or they just made it up to keep me under control. Either way it worked. It feels like it takes me hours to get my hair detangled. My scalp is on fire from the constant pulling. I have to use the same soap on my clothes that I use in my hair. It is not meant for hair, and I smell like a walking mop bucket. I freaking hate it.

The hot water feels good on my injuries and sore muscles, but I need to wrap this up before punishments start stacking up. I quickly rummage around and find a black servants dress and put it on. It isn't clean, but it's not noticeably dirty either. I smooth it out and gather my wet brown hair to the back of my head, securing it in a tight bun before putting on black flats and heading out the door. I hate wearing dresses. It is too convenient for trashole alphas to get their hands under. Hopefully Bianca can keep Alpha Landon busy in case he is one of the disgusting types. I have managed to get myself out of most shitty situations and I hope to keep that streak up.

I walk back to the pack house, deciding to make a pit stop along the way. Well two. One, to the kitchens to sneak food, then to the dungeon. I cut through Ruth's back yard. She is an old, bitter hag and one of the witches that took turns raising me. That is how I know that she should have apples on her tree right now. I hide out in the bushes and wait until I no longer see or hear anyone. I carefully creep into her backyard and look around several times before plucking a couple apples and sticking them down my dress. Bars are good for something. I am gifted in that department, and nobody pays attention to me closely anyway. I creep out of the yard and continue my way to the pack house, keeping my head down and hiding out in enclaves and hallways until coasts are clear to get to the kitchens. Successful attempts such as this give me false confidence that I can get away, escape. That is one reason why I don't attempt to break the rules often. The second is the punishment getting caught.

I wait until Floris turns her back and I sneak into the kitchens hunched over and use the island to hide my small frame. I peek up and see that the close is clear to swipe two plates of roast and potatoes off of the island. I grab the plates and wait a few moments until I hear Floris shuffle toward the freezer, then I make my break for it. I dart as quickly as I can out of the kitchen and toward the mess hall exit. Once I leave, I keep my head down and leave the house out the back where the servant's rooms are kept. I am not allowed in there either, but my uniform blends me in today. My special occasion outfit is purely a servant's dress. Pathetic.

I make it down the servant's hall and out the back doors. I take the long way through the forest to come up to the back side of the dungeon shed. I lean against the building for a while trying to use whatever is left of my shifter hearing to listen for any others around. I hear and see nobody. They are all probably busy getting the final tadoos done awaiting this alpha's arrival. Big freaking who cares. I open the door, putting one plate carefully across the other. I doubt the stranger will complain there are potatoes on the bottom of his plate, and I quickly close it behind me. There is little light from the sconce someone lit on the wall. He remains against the back wall, hidden by shadows. I can see more of him today though. He has a square jaw and high cheek bones. The whites of his eyes are easier to see, and his eyes glow red, a sign of a dangerous, powerful wolf. I remember reading about it. I also find them faintly familiar

"Little warrior cleans up well." he says, and I roll my eyes. "Shut up. I brought you some food." I put the plates down and push them into his cell through the small gap underneath his bars and push them further back with a stick. I don't want to force himself out of the shadows if he doesn't want to be. I am not stupid enough to get on his bad side. "Scared little warrior?" he asks, and I answer truthfully. "No. Now save me one of the potatoes. You take the rest, so you have the strength to get out of here." I tell him. I really want the potatoes, so he better have been paying attention. "He laughs before scooping the meat off of one plate, minus a few pieces and slides it back to me with a stick. I see a little more of his face come out form the shadows. A short, stubbled beard covers his face. He has a firm jaw line. I see him smile and catch the view of his beautiful, straight teeth. I can't remember how long it has been since I noticed something attractive about the opposite sex. Any shifters I found attractive growing up ruined it when they opened their mouths and ruined it with their hate filled words.

I eat the potatoes and few pieces of meat fast, taking the plates to use as cover to get back into the kitchens. "I will try and get that collar remote for you." I tell him and mean it. "Be careful little warrior. If all else fails, I will rip it off." he says, and I head up the stairs.