Chapter 2— DOOM, YES, BUT WINNING AGAINT IT? NOT A CHANCE

SACRISTY: Is the Cathedral store room.

DONATELA

"Father Reign is hotter than Father Cahiah, no need to dispute that." Sister Agnes snapped at the second Sister Veronica.

The other sisters laughed. "Have you guys forgotten Father Reign once worked at the Alpha's office and always picks on different girls?"

"And Father Cahiah is very mean and grumpy!"

As the sisters argued, my mind was far away into the unknown, reminiscing about the sin I committed and the father's I foreplayed with.

Mum and Alpha Moses hadn't called in two days which means they're fine whenever they are.

Knight tried to be nice, but I straight forward avoided him. I wasn't too brave to face him or his brother yet after what happened. While Reign was just — Reign. Nothing else. Like nothing ever happened between us.

The sisters stitched the last piece of cassock and got up. "it's time for the Mother Mary sanctuary cleaning. we'll leave you to get arranged here, Saintess Dona."

I smiled stifly. They only remember I had a name whenever they’re leaving me the work aside from ‘Little Saint’ they pinned on me since we moved here.

Finally alone with my thoughts and not their who is the most handsome priest debate that only makes my heart quiver, I rested my hands.

There's still a lot to be cleaned. I guess rest is not an option now if I wanted to get back to the comfort of my room soon.

Starting with the incense burner which was the hardest to clean, I hummed softly.

Working alone was more peaceful in some ways.

The door jerked open. Urgh! They're coming back.

I stopped humming but concentrated squarely.

Senior Saintess Lydia walked in with pride like she always does, her Ginger colored hair extended beyond her wisp. And that scent of her gamma wolf.

I never liked her. Very arrogant.

I dropped the burning and bowed slightly. “You're here, senior?”

"I heard some unholy moaning at the saint Thomas's crypt parking lot three days ago….” she began walking around me in circles.

My heart seized. Saint Lydia was the only rival I ever had since I arrived here. she wasn't even a senior saintess before I arrived.

But she's always made herself my competition for no reason and then landed herself in a senior saintess position somehow.

I remained on my spot. “May the Lord purify your ears, Senior. Did you get a glimpse of who the sinners were?”

“Saint Dona, would you have looked at such a sinful and unholy thing if you were there?”

I stopped. Holy Moly! Did she know it was me with Knight and came here to taunt me into confessing?

No way! Mum would almost bully me to death if she finds out I could be sent to the holy asylum in Jerusalem.

I quickly turned to her with a scripted smile. “Oh no, Senior. I just want to know if we could find the sinners and… you know, report them.”

Lydia stopped circling around me and looked at me with a critical gaze. “Sinnerrrrssss” she stressed the words and gently lifted my chin. “Thinking of them, the moans and the voices sound too familiar that I couldn't help but notice it's yours, Little saint?”

No!

She's finally caught on?

I shook my head and stepped back so she lost her grip on my jaw. “Holy shit! What are you talking about, Senior? How can I possibly…”

“I didn't see the sinners, but my wolf is no saintess. Ava knew your cinnamon cream perfume stop pretending.”

“Stop!” I raised my hand. “You wanted to call me that sinner? Did you hate me that much, Senior Saintess? Have you forgotten I'm the Alpha's stepdaughter and I would never do anything to tarnish his image?”

She raised her hand and slapped me with anger. “Your lie even at a sacristy like this shows you're guilty as charged! And I will make sure I tell the whole cathedral and the whole pack what I saw, you unholy litte slut!”

Omg, she's found out. My hands trembled, I couldn't find anything to say.

Lydia swung her head, so I could see her ginger permed hair.

“I went to dye my hair ginger because Father Knight's ex-girlfriend before he took the vows had ginger hair. I did everything, you vixen.” She pushed my chest. “I even let him see my nakedness accidentally and he almost…”

Almost…?

“He almost…” she couldn't finish her words but I could imagine why she wanted to say. “Who are you to waltz in here like a stray cat and steal my man, Hun?”

So she was just a slutty bitch. Calling him her man when he only saw his ginger haired ex-girlfriend in her?

What a psycho.

If she reported to the higher ups, not only would I be sent to Jerusalem asylum but Mum might have issues with the Alpha. Knight too…

No.

Mum almost went mad when Dad died. We're living a good life now and she's falling for the Alpha slowly. The last thing I would want now is Mum having any issues because of me.

“So…” I straightened my back and stood firm. “Dear senior Saintess is fantasizing about the priest?”

“Father Knight is your stepbrother, you bitch.” She affirmed, still pushing my chest. “How could you take advantage of his drunkenness?”

I didn't move. “He's not your boyfriend and you're not his ex no matter how many dyes you used. Why are you pained? Besides he was sober.”

“You're still too young for this, did you want to…”

I caught her hand this time. “Let this be the last fucking time you will use these hands to push my chest, senior. Cats also bite.”

For the first time since I knew her, she looked at me fearfully. “Saint Dona, you…”

“Yes, me what?!” I suddenly grew bold. “The Father Knight you were obsessed with, ate my cunt like it's the last supper, at Saint Thomas's crypt parking lot, so what, Lydia?”

“You called me by my name?”

I turned back and picked the incense burners I was cleaning to resume cleaning and control my stance.

This was the first time I would look someone in the face. She must not see me break.

I took a deep breath and turned to her. “C'mon, you're not even older than me. Because you're big and busty?” I laughed at her foolishness. “Perhaps you need a waist trainer if not some slim tea. My grandmother is smaller than you, I'm sorry.”

Lydia gritted her teeth. “How dare you!”

“Don't worry. I wouldn't tell anyone when I resume school that you're not as pure as claimed you were.”

“You're coming to our college?” her composture shook. “POP (Popes of our past) college don't take outsiders. Especially the daughter of a mistress.”

Her words stung. But no. She's stupid. I already got in.

“Advantages of being the Alpha's stepdaughter.” I shrugged. “The Fathers… I mean my stepbrothers are also students there. So maybe you need to check the school portal for the admission list?”

She grabbed my arm glaring viscously. “You think you're the shit now that you made an ordained minister of God eat your dirty pussy? Fine. I'll give you that.” She let go of my arm and walked to the door. “Your pride ends here at the cathedral, little saint. At college…you're not even the fart. Because I rule every nook there.”

Then she stomped out.

Urggh. That was a close call. The burners fell and I slumped to the chair— heart thumping madly.

What the heck did I just put myself into? The school has been on holiday for three weeks now. My admission letter came two weeks ago and this coming Monday which was three days away is the resumption day.

The quadruplets are students there. Lydia would be there.

Damn Jesus this wouldn't end well.