~Chapter-Five~

Layla

I thanked Maribelle for showing me where the grits were kept, and then we went back to work. The other Omegas exchanged knowing glances but didn't say anything. Once all the warriors had been fed, I made a bowl of eggs and bacon for Opey and headed back outside to the cellar entrance. I shuttered as I did so.

It still pissed me off to no end even after 3 years that the cellar was where we were forced to reside. It was cold, dark, and damp and no place for a little girl to live. Mekia was right. We were Alpha females. And we didn't deserve this. Our only crime was being orphaned by our parents. And we couldn't do anything about that.

I gave the food to Opey. After speaking with her a few minutes. I headed back towards the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies, I would need to clean my uncle's office. Of course, I wasn't allowed to use a mop and bucket. I had to scrub the floors with a brush on my hands and knees.

I was even more thankful for Maribelle's assistance once I began the back and forth motions with my arms. If the bandages were not in place, I knew my t-shirt would be covered in blood by now. Which would, in turn, earn me another beating. My uncle may be a son-of-a bitch to me but he didn't want every one to know what he was doing.

I sighed heavily as I finished up the floor in the main part of his office. Putting the scrub brush back into bucket, I got to my feet, preparing to move onto the bathroom. When I heard my uncle and one of his warriors coming down the hallway towards the office. My heart stopped beating for a moment.

I didn't think I had gone past the time I was allotted to clean the floors, but I wasn't sure. I panicked and hid behind the bathroom door. Pulling it as closely to my body as I could and wincing in pain at the pressure on my back being pressed against the wall. I prayed to the Goddess that they would not notice me.

"How could this have happened?" My uncle shouted at his warrior wanting an answer.

"One of our warriors helped the she-wolf to escape. "

"And where is he now?" My uncle demanded. "I want his ass for this!"

"He's dead," the warrior stated coldly. "We have bigger problems than a love struck warrior."

"What's that?" My uncle asked.

"We are now down one less incubator and 2 pups. The she-wolf that escaped last night was pregnant with twins. Our customers have pre-paid for the pups we have to deliver. And we have more orders coming in. We have to get more females. Perhaps we should take more of the Omegas."

"We can't take any more Omegas. The pack is already suspicious at the 4 that have disappeared without a trace." My uncle told him.

Mekia began to growl in my head. I shushed her and tried to shift myself to a more comfortable position to take the pressure off of my back.

"Then what do you suggest?" The warrior asked.

"I will call Alpha Eric to see if he has any females we can borrow. This is his baby too he can help rock it. In the meantime, I have an idea of where to get more breeders. One of them is a little young, but she will get the idea."

'They are talking about us and Ophelia.' Mekia said in my head.

They couldn't be!

"Your niece's?," the warrior asked. "I call dibs on Layla first. I have wanted to fuck her for a hot minute!"

"Son-of-a bitch!" My uncle cursed. "We got trouble on the border, werebears, let's go."