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The same maid who had brought me the uniform earlier returned to my side as soon as Sansa left for some duty. She had a blank expression on her face as usual. Is it some kind of rule not to smile here? Ever since I arrived, I haven't seen anyone smile. “The Alpha needs his maid.” Her words made my heart skip. I blinked. “What? Now?” She didn’t repeat herself. She didn’t have to. Her message sank in immediately, though my mind reeled with questions. “What… what does he want me to do? Where am I supposed to go? I don’t even know where—” “You’ll know when you get there,” she said, then glanced over her shoulder before stepping further into the room. Her voice dropped, sounding more serious now. “But listen carefully, there are rules to your role.” My spine stiffened. Of course there were rules and I could tell the rules regarding someone like Alpha Thor weren't going to some regular sort of rules. “What are the rules?” She sighed before answering me. “The Alpha doesn’t like noise. Speak only when spoken to. Don’t ask questions unless he permits it. Never look him directly in the eye unless he tells you to. Don’t stand too close. Don’t stand too far. Do not touch anything in his room unless ordered. If you’re given an instruction, follow it immediately.” My stomach turned. Back at Bisclaveret, the rules weren't as tough as this. “Also…” she hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue, “never turn your back on him when exiting. You walk backwards with your heads bowed and only turn around when you're outside already.” “How the hell am I supposed to do that? Isn't that abnormal? I mean we're not in some ancient times...” “If you love your life enough, you'll adapt.” She glared daggers at me, immediately interrupting my words. What's with the glare? I'm definitely not the cause of her misfortune. She took another breath and said what I feared most. “If you break any of these… you might not live to apologize.” I froze, coldness seeping into my bones. “You’re not just serving a man,” she added quietly. “You’re standing before the Alpha of Astrald. And if you make one wrong move, he won’t blink before ending you.” My throat went dry and my heart raced. What kind of place had I been thrown into? I definitely didn't want to be here. “Let’s get going.” she snapped her fingers. We travelled there in a cab, driving along the almost silent streets. This pack was massive, far more powerful than Bisclaveret. I continued staring at the window, enjoying the view as the cab man drove by. My eyes locked gaze with someone on the way. My companion to the Alpha's quarters noticed this and slightly pulled me back, my back resting on the cab seat. “It’s better not to draw attention here.” she warned and I nodded. “Thanks. What do I call you?” I asked. If I can't talk to her, I can as well know her name. “Hannah.” she replied curtly. The car soon halted in an inner courtyard, and Hannah stepped down from the cab with some discomfort. I wanted to ask if she was fine, but I trailed behind her instead, not wanting to overstep my boundar. We continued walking till we crossed the entrance into the Alpha's mansion. The moment we crossed the entrance, we were greeted by a massive hall. A chandelier filled with small bulbs hung in the center, illuminating the spiralling staircases that seemed to stretch endlessly upward. I was distracted for a moment, staring around when I heard the deepest voice I've ever heard. The voice that sent me trembling. “Where is the damn maid!” He thundered. “I“m running out of time.” Hannah panicked beside me. “Oh, no. This is bad.” She told me to walk up to where he was and show my self. “Are you leaving me here?” I asked. “For today, yes. That's your duty for today.” She didn't wait for me to say another word when she turned her back on me, walking away. With no choice left, I scurried up the stairs, finding my way to what looked like the Alpha's room. Oh, goddess! Asides been captivating and alluringly handsome, his entire demeanour screamed, I'm the damn master of everything here, the absolute ruler. He turned immediately he heard footsteps and I stared him in the eye. The power radiating from him felt like it could suffocate you, crush your soul, and he wasn't even standing that close to me. Our gaze locked for a long time, making it feel like we were the only two people in the room. “I can see you lack respect.” His voice snapped me out of the reverie from the allure of his beauty. That voice! It sounded like the scariest, yet sweetest voice I've ever heard. So masculine! “I don't get you. What do you mean by that, please?” I asked innocently. Only then did I look around the room, noticing another presence in the room. Deucalion was also present and he glared at me so intently I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “Bow, Dextera!” Deucalion muttered the command in a low growl. It took me a while before I processed the words and did as ordered. I lowered my head stylishly trying to view the Alpha sone more. One step, two...the Alpha moved closer to me swiftly. Tilting my head, he pulled my chin up, my gaze locking with his once more. “Ever since I assumed my role as the Alpha of Astrald, no one has ever dared to look at me straight in the eye without my permission. How. Dare. You?” his lowly growl made me so scared as his grip on my chin tightened while he moved his face close to mine like a dog sniffing a suspect. I trembled under his touch and shivered at his nearness. Damn! So much effect he had on me. I murmured, managing to utter a plea— if it could be called that. “I’m sorry, Alpha Thor.” He didn't respond for the next few seconds. Instead, he stared at me like he was sizing me up, observing everything my small, weak frame had to offer while he stood tall above me. “Pardon my manners, pl..please...” He shoved me hard away from his body like I suddenly became a pest he didn't want near him such that I fell hard on my butt, wincing in pain. I was expecting some more punishment or some form of torture from him, but he turned his back at me instead. “Get me dressed.” I didn't move an inch as I revelled in the unexpected pain that rushed through my lower back and right elbow. “The Alpha doesn't repeat himself, young lady.” Deucalion walked up to where I was, with an expressionless face. “That’s his number one rule for you! One more mistake, you have yourself to blame.”DEXTERAI stayed where I was, half-hidden in the narrow basement passage, my body pressed lightly against the wall as I watched the room ahead.The space opened up wider than I expected. It wasn’t bright exactly. It was just bathed in a muted, amber glow that came from crystal sconces embedded into the stone walls. At first glance, it looked like a library with tall shelves lining the walls, stretching from floor to ceiling, packed with books, scrolls, sealed chests, and odd artifacts that glimmered faintly as though they carried a life of their own.But to anyone with deep thinking, this wasn’t a place for leisure reading. It was easy for me to tell despite that I couldn't see all clearly from the distance.My gaze shifted to the large desk positioned at the center of the room where Elder Vaelorra stood.She had her back partially turned to me, angled just enough that I could see her profile. Spread across the desk was a massive book which looked old and thick. Its cover was dark an
DEXTERAGetting the route to Vaelorra’s address was a bit of a hurdle as I wasn’t very familiar with the pack. At some point when I got several feet away from Roxanne’s mini-clinic, I decided against proceeding to the elder’s residence. ‘This is all but a bad idea.’ My subconsciousness warned. There were several reasons my intuition guided against the decision. Asides not knowing the direction, it was way too late. Dark clouds began to take up the sky and it would have gotten darker by the time I got to the supposed destination.Also, I had close to no idea what Vaelorra was really like up close. Roxanne said she was the best approachable, but she could as well take badly to unwanted guests at that time of the evening. Yet, I wanted answers desperately. I was greatly invested in finding out what that logo or symbol meant and in finding out Vaelorra’s possible intent for visiting me at the dungeon. ‘You can do that tomorrow when the day is bright.’ My subconsciousness offered but I s
DEXTERACould it be a coincidence? I sifted through my memories, replaying the incident in vivid detail. The more I thought about it, the more certain I became it was the same symbol.My head snapped toward Roxanne. “Can I get a pen and paper, please?”She gave me a quizzical look, before motioning to a nearby corner. Moments later, she returned and handed me a small jotter and a pretty looking ballpoint pen. “What do you need this for?”I smiled, collecting the pieces from her. “You’ll see.”Relying on the memory alone, I sketched a rough but recognizable version of the symbol onto the page. “Does this look familiar to you in any way?” I asked, turning the jotter towards her.She reached for it, observing the sketch I scribbled down. She studied it for a while, her gaze flickering between me and the jotter in between her fingers. Roxanne averted her gaze back to me, shaking her head. “I don’t think I recognize this in any way.” “Oh,” I muttered, a bit disappointed.Roxanne stood
THORDeucalion’s return to the study jolted me from my reverie of thoughts and pent-up fury.“Did I not tell you to leave?” I snapped at him.He carefully made his way to stand in front of my study desk, caring less about my anger. “We need to talk.”I tapped gently on my desk. “Whatever it is can wait.”“No, it can't.” Deucalion growled. “It can only be now, and you have no choice but to listen to me.”With obvious hesitation, I turned to face him. “So, what's the not-so-urgent, important topic.” “I’ve been meaning to ask you about your connection with Dextera.” He said boldly. I huffed, calming myself before broaching the topic with him. Did I expect this? Somewhat. Only that I did not expect him to put his first foot forward anytime soon. Not when we had a great threat to be concerned about—one which already had a great effect on my mental health. “What exactly do you want to know?” I asked, trying so much to avoid discussing her on a deeper length.“Everything. As long as it c
THORIngrid Bernard.The name tasted sour and sounded devilish no matter how hard I tried to be rational about it. I weighed it in my mind, turned it over, tested it against logic and facts, but it refused to settle.Could she truly be behind this?The last time I checked, Ingrid Bernard was dead.I had orchestrated it myself, watched the process from start to finish, and signed off on the confirmation. I had ensured there were no loose ends and no room for resurrection, talk less of whispers of survival. Her death had been clean and final; as she deserved.Yet, Woodhound was bleeding. The borders had been breached with mastery, records were altered and rogues moved like they had a map of my territory engraved into their bones.It definitely wasn’t coincidence. It was all a big plan which I failed to notice. I believed I had it all under control, but Freya just spelt it to my face that I slacked off at some point. She made me realize coldly that I faltered and was slowly misplacing m
DEXTERARoxanne's eyes lit up the moment she saw me. “Oh my, you're awake. How do you feel now?”“I feel tired and empty inside.” I replied honestly.She continued cleaning up her freshly used materials, taking a minute to flash me a small, genuine smile. “It’s normal, given the physical exhaustion your...‘other part’ incurred on your human.”I managed a smile in return. She was the first person in Woodhound to not say the word ‘beast’ to my face. Despite that I knew the other part of me was nothing but a monster I couldn't control, her choice of words gave me a strong sense of hope. Perhaps I could be like every other werewolf one day.“I’ll be needing your help with painkillers.” I stated. “The ones you gave me the other time worked like magic.”“As it should be.” she breathed.I lowered myself to a chair, patiently waiting for her to finish up her task. “Is something wrong?” Roxanne's voice jolted me back to reality. “What’s got you so deep in thought?” She wiped her hand with a
DEXTERAThe metallic clang of chains echoed down the hallway as two towering figures flanked me as they gripped me firmly beneath my arms. I could barely limp; the flesh around my ankles was raw from the silver restraints. My body felt like a shell of what it used to be; frail, light, almost break
THOR Returning to the hospital ward, I found Freya sitting up, unusually composed for someone who’d supposedly been on the brink of death.The physician was still with her, scribbling on his clipboard but he looked skeptical.“I’m sorry to say this, but you shouldn't have reacted that way since th
THORI woke up feeling a bit unwell. This was not due to pain, neither was it fatigue. It was something worse. Emptiness. Like something had been stripped from me in the middle of the night and my soul hadn’t yet realized it was gone.“Thor! You're awake. How are you feeling?”Deucalion’s voice ech
THORAero wouldn't stop disturbing me for having Dextera locked up in prison. I wasn't too comfortable with it either, but she got what she deserved just like she said my sister deserved what happened to her. Sincerely, I meant what I said to her. If anything terrible ended up happening to Freya, D







