~Brielle
“I tried.”
I swallow, eyeing the tips of her fingers that plaster the response letter of my last employment attempt to the surface of the oak table. Her eyes - silver as mercury - glare at me, piercing straight through my calm facade. She’s clearly not happy.
Her blonde hair was clipped back from her face, allowing for her high cheekbones and sharp jawline to appear more prominent. She’s poised and sophisticated; more prepared for a life as a socialite than a maternal figure. She’s never been too kind, always strict and exacting, wanting the best and nothing but.
I made a decision this year not to go off to university to study a course mother would be proud of. It didn’t make sense to me. But now I’ve stepped across a line I was avoiding.
“Trying, isn’t enough in this family,” she says pointedly, “no one is going to hire a useless girl with no higher education to her name.”
Her words hit me straight where it hurts. She’s right, though. This Pack offers free education past high school, and I failed to take it. Many have snubbed their noses at me, refusing to accept my work. I’m to the point of giving up, all my friends having left for school, and my mother ready to push me away because I’m a failure.
“I think you should leave,” mother says, smoothly standing from the table. She makes a scene of scrunching the paper up into a ball, tossing into the bin beside her. “When you’re employed, and have something to your name, you can come back to this family. Right now, associating with you is not in your father and I’s best interest. Pack your things and leave by dawn.”
I watch her leave. No remorse, no regret. She watched my older brother go to university and become a successful surgeon. A daughter who’s only skill is pulling a paintbrush too across a canvas is easy to disregard.
I don’t stick around.
I shove as much as I can into one duffle bag, and slink out without having to see my mother again. Giving her anymore satisfaction is not on my agenda.
The Loyalty Pack is a safe Pack, kept in good condition. It’s built around a beautiful lake, and right in the centre of that lake, is our Alpha’s estate. People gossip that he can see all from there, and watches over everyone’s mistakes. Despite the advertisement that everyone in this Pack is loyal to each other, it’s all a lie. In evidence of this.
My father built this home upon a hill, among with other estates to look over the view. As I emerge outside, I see the moonlight upon the glassy surface of it. I would marvel in its beauty were I not suddenly homeless.
My plan is to get out of this Pack. Soon. I’ve been conspiring to do so for awhile, but with no money and way out of here, it’s hopeless. I need a job. But who will hire me, without any further schooling?
Trotting down the cobblestone path toward the village at the foot of the hill, I curse my parents. If my mother thinks I’m coming back, she’s crazy. And I know my father will never ask about me.
Where I’m going to get my money from, I’m unsure.
The lakeside village my parents became so wealthy in is so popular, as it seems to be the only place Ren is ever seen to visit. The docks his marvellous ships glide into every now-and-again are huge, a hub for wealth and prosperity. It’s where everyone aspires to visit, to catch a glimpse of those who step off that elusive island in the middle of the lake.
I avoid it. It reminds me of those years father would take myself and my brother down to the docks to watch Ren arrive for a visit to the mainland. It was always a big spectacle I would often look forward to.
Instead of walking by the lakefront, avoiding gushing couples and giggling friend groups, I wander down the streets at the foot of the hill.
No where to stay. No friends.
My bag is as heavy on my arm, as the gazes of passers by is heavy on my shoulders. On my dignity. Many know me, and many will be questioning my parents about it in these next weeks. Many will wonder what I’m doing out so late, straying from my home. No one will expect that I’ve been cast out from shame. Mother never allowed the public to get a single glimpse of what actually went on within our home. Behind closed doors.
I find an alleyway, sheltered against the wind, and also hopefully, the rain. If it were to come to that.
Pushing my bag against the wall, I sit on it. Luckily, city cleaners keep these alleyways immaculate. I’ll move on tomorrow though, try find a job and hopefully from there, a place to stay. Then I’ll leave this Pack, forget my parents. I’m not one for revenge, so hoping tonight was the last time I’ll see their faces is good enough for me.
My head leans against the concrete. I saw this coming.
Ren’s ‘perfect society’ is a lie. He covers most people's first expenses, however, since I come from a wealthy family, I’m not entitled to want of it. Little does he know, my family never wanted me anyway. Not when they got their perfect child. He knows nothing of a perfect society. Not when he keeps himself hidden away on that stupid island of his.
God I hate him. So much.
Tears sting in my eyes. Is this really my fate? I never planned for any of this...Tomorrow I’ll call Ethan, my brother. Maybe he will find space for me. If he loves me.
“This doesn’t look like a place for a girl like you,” someone whispers.
I startle, so involved in my own thoughts I hadn’t even seen someone approach. A man, in a decaying suit jackets and loose trousers stares down at me. He has a shock of untrimmed black hair.
I bring my knees up to my chest defensively. “Go away. You don’t know anything about me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I eye him suspiciously. He’s clearly homeless, or every eccentric. Either way, when someone approaches you in the street with unknown intentions, it’s always safe to be cautious. And I would be, were I not so close to giving up. I have nothing left for me, not here.
“If you want to take my stuff, go ahead,” I say, motioning to the duffle bag under my backside.
The man narrows a dark pair of eyes at me. “A bit hard on your luck are you?”
Sighing through my nose, I push my head back against the wall again. Hard on my luck? I wouldn’t say it was much of my fault. However, there is no use wallowing in my sorrows to this uninterested man.
“You could say that much,” I say, hoping he wouldn’t take any further interest in my sob story. It’s no ones business but my own.
He shoves his hands in his pockets. “If you’re looking for a job, the docks are always open for a lady. Might just be cleaning up, but they will surely offer you a place to stay if you desperately need it.”
We stare at each other.
Assuming I wasn’t about to say much more, he continued walking back down the alleyway, his gait casual.
“Wait,” I say quickly, before he disappeared around the corner. He turns to look at me again.
“What was that?”
I unfurl my legs from my sitting position. “Thank you.”
~BrielleThe sun rose behind the dock as I approached it.Sleeping hadn’t been too easy pressed against the concrete alleyway wall. I decided the moment I could approach the docks, I would. Even when they are just getting ready for the first boat to cruise in from Ren’s island. It will be a supply ship, first thing. To get whatever Ren decides he needs for the day.This place is considered a public attraction here. There’s an entire restaurant on the other side, where only the richest go. There is a private area for when Ren arrives via ship, and is ushered out to a car in a secluded area.I only know this because of my father’s prior fascination. He would whi
~BrielleThis isn’t going to be easy.Boat’s come in from Ren’s island four times a day, I’ve come to notice in these past few weeks. One glides in early in the morning as I wake, another just before lunchtime breaks. Late afternoon, as patrons sip their tea and enjoy the sight of the lake, another boat finds itself in the dock. The last one often arrives just as we are closing up for the day, once the sun has fallen and night has consumed the lake.That’s the time I plan to smuggle onto the boat. When Linda has left, and I’m expected to lock up for the night.My desperation to get onto the boat has lead to an obsession. The curiosity of what Ren’s
~BrielleBy the time we made it to the island, my stomach was so queasy, I started to doubt if I could stand or not.I stayed hidden, hearing keen, as I patiently wait for the captain to leave the boat, and anyone else on the docks had dispersed. When everything sounded still, I made my move, forcing my stiff limbs into submission. I almost fall on my face, as I crawl across the boards, removing myself from when I had been hunched the entire journey.The breeze off the lake hits me the moment I hobble to my feet. It chills me right through my clothes, but it snaps my mind back into reality. I need to get off this boat, and find a way onto the island.And most importantly, not get caught.&n
~BrielleI woke up to a pair of blue eyes peering down at me.“Oh my,” I gasp, falling back into reality. I push away from the girl, only to realise she wasn’t alone. Three others surrounded my bed, staring down at me like a foreign object, one almost completely on my bed. I had to rub my eyes and remember where I was before I could understand what was going on.I’m in Ren’s estate. I made it safely to island, and I’ve been accepted into this place by someone who has been here for three years. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Unless these girls are planning to kick me out.“What’s going on?” I question, when none of them
~BrielleNot getting caught right now is more imperative then when I snuck onto the boat.I take a few back hallways to avoid most of the manors formal interior, where I would be more likely to see the Alpha or his officials and company. Usually the corridors are bustling with life, working behind the scenes to ensure everything on the other side of the wall runs smoothly. This hour of the night, though, leaves everything abandoned.It means no one to question where I’m going with a basket full of folded male clothes. Luckily, these pieces of clothing aren’t his most extravagant. If it get out here, maybe no one would question it.When I came to the end of the last corridor, I
~BrielleRen wastes no time in his reaction.“Woah,” he says, holding his hands out as if to frantically tell me to stop. Quickly, I drop my skirt, mortified at his immediate reaction. “None of that.”That was not how I expected him to react, and now I want to curl up in a corner and curse myself for being so foolish. Of course he wants nothing to do with a girl like me. I’ve snuck onto his island and somehow made it into his room. How could I think he would ever want me like he must have liked other girls.“I’m so sorry Alpha,” I blurt, wishing I could cover my cheeks so he wouldn’t see the incriminating blush. It’s only adding t
~BrielleIt was Mabel who spoke first. Eventually.The silence that fell after the scream left us all chilled right to the bone. Mabel shakily smiled, which was proof enough that this wasn’t her doing. She wasn’t trying to frighten us. From upstairs, someone had screamed, in need of help. Yet none of us could move.“Okay, that’s a bit strange,” Mabel says, followed by a breathy laugh. Girls around me exchange glances, skin pale, eyes widened. “Should probably go have a look shouldn’t we?”Most girls called Mabel stupid for wanting to go investigate. I offered to go with her while they cowered in a corner. If there is a chance to save wh
~BrielleInitially, the new job was not that impressive.For the first few weeks, no one came to the estate. I didn’t even see Ren, who had become seemingly elusive recently. A lot of the staff began to wonder if he was even occupying this residence much anymore. It left me with nothing more to do but to make sure staff coming in from the docks were managed okay.At least I’m getting paid well. Which means I shouldn’t have to be here too much longer to get money. Then I can escape.I was surprised when Rose, the first person to accept into this place, approached me with my next set of work. These past few days I’ve spent in a side office close to the main door, in c