chapter 4

I talked to Alpha Ralph some more, after which I admitted I was an orphan, and we left the pack’s hospital together. He leads me to his home, and he says I will stay with him. I admired his large Spanish-styled house. I admired the flowers and fountains around the house. He led me into the house, I was expecting him to either lead me to the backyard or servants' quarters. But he takes me to a large room, fully furnished, with the softest-looking bed I have ever seen, a walk-in closet, and a bookshelf.

It was an actual room, which I had all to myself. I look at him in disbelief. I can't believe he is letting me stay here. He tells me not to tell anyone that I am from the Blood Moon pack, that no one should see my pack's mark on my shoulder, and if anyone asks to tell them that I am an orphan whom he took in from one of their distant allies. This was better than staying in my pack. I just hope that Alpha Eric will not find me.

Alpha Ralph lets me settle in; I look at the room in awe, looking at everything, picking up things, and examining them. I turn around to see Alpha Ralph watching me snoop around; I almost drop the alarm clock I was holding in shock. He brings in some clothes, and I examine them; they don’t look feminine. Those are Dameon’s old clothes, and I don’t have any female clothes, so this will have to do still we go shopping. I look at him in shock, and I ask if Dameon will be okay with it.

He just shrugs, not looking worried in the slightest. He doesn’t stay here; he decided to stay in the packhouse than stay with his dear old man. So I don’t think he would mind. He replies. “ oh”, I reply. I am still wondering why Dameon would want to move out of this spacious house to stay at the packhouse where it is crowded; when I hear Alpha Ralph chuckling, you know that is not the only reason he moved to the packhouse. I look up to him as he says, the pack’s council wants him down at the pack’s house, as it is easier to train the pack's younger alphas as that is where most of them stay, and he is also part of the pack’s scouts.

I nod, “well, I will leave you be,” he says as he leaves the room. Leaving me still reeling about the events of the day. I changed my clothes as I was still in the hospital gown. I take in the scent of Dameon’s clothes like a pervert, but I find it comforting as it wraps me. I still couldn’t believe what had happened. My life has changed drastically, and that someone cares for me. I still feel like it is a setup and that someone will pop out and tell me that it was a cruel joke. I plop on the bed, closing my eyes as I drift off to Wonderland.

I wake up better rested than I have ever been, on the next day, I look at the alarm clock beside the bed. I shoot out of bed when I realize that it is noon. But then remember that I’m not in the blood moon pack and don’t need to wake up at the crack of dawn. Relief washes over me, but I soon feel ashamed that I stayed in bed till noon. I have my bath, loving the feeling of the hot water washing over me; I try to remember the last time I had a hot water shower. I quickly leave the bathroom as I feel the pangs of hunger. I dress up, still wearing Dameon clothes.

I move downstairs, feeling a little bit lost, but the tantalizing smell of food disrupts my thoughts. I follow the smell to the kitchen, where I see Ralph by the stove cooking.” Good afternoon,” I greet. He looks over his shoulders to greet me. It was peaceful as I watched him cook, and we made small talk. Ralph finishes cooking lunch, which is lentil soup, fried rice, and bread. It makes the house smell divine and my mouth water.

“Why is the omega wearing my clothes?” I flinch as I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see him looking at me with his hands crossed as he eyes me with disgust. Dameon, I did not hear you come in, Ralph says as he puts the food on the table. Alex said you wanted to talk to me, he replies nonchalantly. Yes, but why don’t you join us for lunch? Ralph says, pointing at the table. He looks at me, frowning as his eyes trail down my body. I feel humiliated as he does so. No thanks”, he replies; his answer makes me feel relieved because the last thing I need is for him to sit beside me for a meal.

“I will be in the study, he says, walking away. 

Ralph sighs, then he turns to me, “What are you waiting for? Your plate’s here, pointing at a plate and bowl filled with bread, rice, and soup”. “Is that for me?” I look at the plate in confusion as I sit down. “why not?” I cooked it all for you, or are you allergic to anything I used in preparing the food?” or is it not to your liking”? he asked.” Oh no, the food is fine, I am just surprised that all this is for me. I'm just not used to all of this, I admit.”  Alpha Eric would kill me if I took this much food for myself on days when I am allowed to eat. I pick up my spoon to eat but feel reluctant as it still feels surreal.

I am not used to this at all.