Chapter 5) One fire to another.

Two months later,

{Still Priya's pov}

The alarm clock woke me up from sleep, making me sit up on the bed with a tired groan, before I stretched my arms above my head, and yawned.

That was how tired I was.

Yesterday, I got back home late after cleaning most of the hotel's floors and rooms.

Yes, a hotel.

Two months ago, after I arrived in the human city, and after I found a single room for rent and paid six months rent, because that was all my money could afford in the meantime, I had to look for a job because I did not have enough money to sustain me on my daily food.

Throughout my search for a job, I always ate junk food.

Though I did not have much of a hard time eating junk food because, back at home, the only food I got to eat were the leftovers from the plates Kingsley, Dylan, and my father had eaten.

Finding a job in a competitive city like the human city was one of the most difficult aspects of my life.

I almost gave up, but I knew that only death awaited me if I suddenly gave up.

I would eventually run out of money, then starve and slowly die.

Just when I thought that all hope was last, I ran into very great luck and got a job as a cleaner for a grand hotel, Devicia.

I did not care that I got a job as a cleaner. All I cared about was that I got to survive.

It was even great luck that someone like me was able to strike a job as a cleaner for a big hotel like Devicia.

Ha. I could have gotten a better job if only I had a certificate. But, my father hated me and did not let me go to any sort of school.

Though he paid expensively for Kingsley and Dylan to study at the best schools and colleges. They were praised for being literate, while I was insulted and mocked for being illiterate.

I don't know why, but I have not forgotten about the pain I went through when I was in the Defanly pack. I have not forgotten about the way my own family hated me.

I have not forgotten about how I was unjustly accused and then banished.

I have not forgotten about how my own mate rejected me.

The pain of his rejection was still there in my heart. The tear had disappeared, but I was trying to heal.

In the history of us werewolves, it was rare for fated mates to reject themselves.

But in my own case, such rareness did not apply.

I have not stopped being bitter.

But, at the very least, after coming to the human city, I could finally catch my breath, and had a little bit of peace within me.

My feet touched the ground, and the coolness of the ground enveloped my feet and made a faint smile appear on my lips.

I rose up, knowing that I was about to continue another day of torture.

Indeed, life was not roses or fairy tales for me. After leaving my cruel life back in Defanly pack, I came to the human city and another cruel life has begun for me.

My supervisor and the butterfly who always followed her, had always attempted to make my life a living hell.

I never did anything wrong to them. I never knew what I did wrong to them, to the extent that they chose to frustrate me every single time they had the chance to.

But what would I do except to endure? I suffered enough before I was able to find a job as a cleaner.

If I quit working at Devicia hotel simply because I could not endure their hatred for me anymore, would finding another job be easier?

No, it would not.

Sadly, I guess my life has always been in the hands of a mean fate.

I guess before I was even conceived by my mother, my fate was that: I would suffer until I eventually died.

I walked into my bathroom and came out only after a few minutes.

Going to where I left my bag close to the window, I opened it and took out a plain trouser and a gray shirt.

Seeing the clothes in my hands, I could not stop smiling at them.

Although these clothes would have meant nothing to other people, it actually meant the whole world to me. I had bought them a week ago, using the hard earned money I got from my second paycheck ever since I started to work in the hotel.

I did not hesitate and wore the clothes, before leaving my home and locking the door.

My current home was tinier than my bedroom back at my father's home.

It also did not have a kitchen, nor any other rooms.

It only had a single room in it, and a bathroom to freshen up.

But, I did not mind it. As long as I had a roof under my head, I was satisfied with it.

By the time I left the building entirely, I went and stood at the bus stop close by.

It would have been easier if I had transformed into my wolf form and made my way to the hotel. But, I didn't forget that I was in the human city.

I did not want to attract unnecessary attention to myself.

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At exactly 7:30am, I arrived inside the hotel and did not hesitate to start cleaning.

The building was insanely massive, so it was going to take me a very long time before I finished cleaning. Luckily, I was not the only cleaner working in the hotel.

There were over a hundred of us, with over six supervisors to direct us.

Each cleaner had their own supervisor whom they worked under.

As for me, I ended up working under supervisor Penelope, who naturally hated me. And the butterfly who always stuck to her side, Trisha, was a cleaner like myself.

But because she stuck to supervisor Penelope, she was treated a lot more differently than the other cleaners.

I went ahead to carry my cleaning materials, before I began mopping the floors.

I was on the third floor.

My main duty was to manage the third floor, and to make sure that it was always clean.

But Trisha... She was in charge of managing the seventh floor.

Though ever since I started working in the hotel, I had been the one managing her own floor for her after being threatened by supervisor Penelope.

Supervisor Penelope had connections in the hotel. She was the overall supervisor of all the other supervisors.

And because I was afraid of losing my job if I reported either her or Trisha, I decided to shoulder every hard work. Handling two different hotel floors every single day was not a big deal for a werewolf like myself.

After a moment or two into mopping the floors, I paused because something like liquid seemed to be dropping on the floors where I was mopping.

Drop after drop.

Realizing that it was my own tears, I dragged my feet and hurried to stand in a corner.

A flood of emotions came in.

I thought I was okay, but I was truly not okay, even though two months had passed in the blink of an eye.

As I lowered my gaze, what greeted me was my skinny collarbones. It was very visible and noticeable. It was proof that I had not been able to eat a three square meal ever since I began to live on my own.

But that was not the reason for my tears.

No one had called me since the moment I left Defanly pack. Not even a single person in my family had sent me a message to ask me how I was doing.

I wanted to grieve for myself, but had to stop before I even began, after hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching.

I peeked at whom the footsteps belonged to, and seeing supervisor Penelope and Trisha, who was walking behind her like a loyal dog, I knew they were going to talk if they saw me standing idle.

So because of that, I had to wipe my eyes immediately, come out, and continue mopping the floors. But I guess I should never have done that.

They stopped in front of me, making me stop mopping.

Usually, whenever they saw me doing my work, they would only scoff and hiss at me, and then leave.

But now, why did they stop in front of me?

“Hey you”. Supervisor Penelope said to me with a disgusted frown on her face, as she stared into my soul.

“Yes ma'am”. I replied to her, while trying to maintain lowering my gaze.

“After you are done with the third floor and the seventh floor, you are wanted this evening to clean the hotel’s grand private hall”. Supervisor Penelope said to me, before she continued to say to me with a glare, “And you must clean the entire grand private hall by yourself, and also join the servers tomorrow evening in the hall”.

“The hotel needed an extra hand because of the important guest our CEO meant to host tomorrow. I was the one who personally recommended you, stating that you would volunteer to do the work”.

“So, don't you dare slack off. You are nothing special, but an ugly duckling. Do you think you are more beautiful than me? You are just an ugly peasant meant to be trampled on”. She hissed at me, and after staring down at me, she left.

Though her words puzzled me.

Did I ever tell her that I was more beautiful than her?

“Hmph. What a loser”. Trisha rolled her eyes at me and scoffed, before going after supervisor Penelope.

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Author Tina Nwuba: “The appearance of our star FL, Priya, is going to be described in the later chapters. Stay tuned!

Also, you amazing readers should read my other books: “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”. “My runaway wife, Hates me!”. “The Father Of My Twins”.