Somehow.

Amelia

I make my way back to the pack house, returning through the kitchens and dropping off the dishes. It appears as though I just cleaned up a table and need to turn in the dishes. I make my way back into the pack house and up to the alpha's guest quarters. I make my way through the rooms where Alpha Landon will be staying. Making sure every stupid pillow is fluffed. Every inch of the rooms spotless. I re-mop the floors, mopping myself out of the room so there are no tracks and everything can dry quickly, before cleaning up and heading back down to the laundry rooms. I throw in and switch laundry and start hanging and folding clothing. The pack leaves their bags of clothing here and I have to wash each shifter's myself and make sure they all match up and everyone gets their own clothes back. I am the one-woman employee of a laundry room. I continue to sort laundry before going back upstairs and start checking in to see if Alpha Landon has arrived yet.

"Alpha Landon is here now and I don't want you around. Wait back in the servant's quarters and come gather his luggage and leave it outside his rooms once I show him where they are located. Now go!" she barks out at me, and I hurry away down the hall back through the kitchens and down to the servant's quarters as fast as I can. I don't want to be around this alpha any more than I have to. Fine by me to hang out down here.

I wait an hour and slowly make my way through the kitchen and back into the pack house. There in the center of the stairwells is two pieces of luggage. One huge bag and one large one with a handle. I already hate this. I don't have the energy to haul all of this up to the second floor. I wrap the bag around my shoulder and grab the handle on the big piece and start pulling it up the steps, one by one. By the time I am up to the landing, I am panting, out of beath, and sweaty. I am really out of shape, and in need of proper nutrition. I leave the luggage and the bag outside of the guest sweet and I can hear faint talking within the rooms. I feel my wolf ripple within my mind, something she hasn't done in a while. I feel a pull toward these rooms, but I dare not go there.

It takes every bit of strength I have to turn around and head down the hall, and down the stairs, leaving the pack house. I needed a breath of fresh air. I don't know why I feel a pull toward that room, but I don't like it and I don't want to be around to find out what it means. I just want to lay low and get out of here. I start to head out of the pack, toward my tiny home. My shoulder is starting to ache, and I am really tired. I feel a new ache in my chest, and I know that I need to rest. I am hopeful Bianca can keep everyone busy. Nobody will notice me gone. Hopefully. The alpha may not realize he could have a personal servant during his stay. Bianca may not want him to know that. That works in my favor. Although, I can't help but feel a lick of jealousy for some reason.

I make my way to my tiny home and bolt inside, locking the door behind me. I find my bed and flop in it, hoping to catch a few moments of rest. I am trying to muster the strength to keep going with my plan to get me and the stranger out of here, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared, and very tired. I am so tired of fighting to live. I want to be free of this whole damn place. I have to keep reminding myself that to keep myself going. I hate these bastards, and I can get out of her soon if I just keep sticking to the plan. The plan isn't really a firm plan. More of a fluid, frequently adapting plan. But, a plan, nonetheless.

I catch a few minutes of sleep before there is a pounding on my door. Great. The freaking guard is here. Good for my plan, but it kicks my nerves up quite a bit. I can do this. I can get that remote. I psyche myself up as I go to the door and unlock it. "Why are you down here? You were supposed to be at the pack house waiting on the Alpha and helping with the meals and doing his freaking laundry. Not being lazy, taking a nap in here." He growls out at me, but my attention isn't on what he is saying. It is on the remote on his waist. It appears to be one singular piece, with a button on it. Whatever it does, it causes the stranger pain. I start walking toward the guard and drop to my knees in front of him. "I am sorry. Let me apologize to you." I say, trying to keep my tone even and cool. Hoping to show no emotion. Mainly fear.

He grunts as I pull out his dick and start pumping my hand up and down his small shriveled up sausage. He throws his head back in a grown and I seize the opportunity to use my free hand to life the remote from his hip. I'm digusted with myself, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pump him as I slip the remote into my bra and pull out an apple to make room. I may need one to eat later. Actually I know I will. I may take more. Load up before leaving and I'm sure once my wolf is used to being out for long periods, her instincts will take over for hunting.

I allow him to dig his hands into my hair before grabbing a towel and catching his nasty cum. No way was I letting that inside of any part of me. I get up and rush by him as he puts himself away. "I knew you were good for something." He says. Yes, I am. I think to myself. I'm good at getting my revenge. I keep chanting the mantra to myself vowing to reak havoc on this place soon. Somehow.