ETHAN
I’m still rooted to one spot in shock and so is my twin brother. I cannot believe that Hazel just rejected us so brutally and I’m sure he doesn’t either. But it’s the truth. She rejected us and we just have to come to terms with it.I don’t know why Hazel rejected us and I don’t think I understand why either. Try as we did, we couldn’t seem to find out what her reason was.But the main issue is that I don’t think I can come to terms with the fact that a maid just rejected me and my twin brother. Hazel is just a mere maid, for God’s sake, so I still don’t understand why she would reject either of us when we are offering her a chance at a better life, when we just want to lift her out of the abject misery she is currently living in.“She rejected us, Ethan,” Arnold suddenly says, cutting into the silence that has enveloped us ever since Hazel left.“She did,” I reply in a brave tone.He looks heartbroken about the situation and I am too, but I know that we have to square up to the situation so that we can move on. She doesn’t want us, so we can’t keep hoping on her.“Let’s forget about her,” I tell my twin brother. “She doesn’t deserve us.”“But I don’t want to,” he objects.“You have to.”I walk closer to him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We tried, Arnold. We tried to give Hazel the best life she could possibly have but she rejected it. She rejected us, Arnold, and there is nothing we can do about it. Now, what we just have to do is move on.”“Okay, brother,” he replies.“Good. Now the first step is for us to leave this pack. We have nothing more to do here, and the only reason we came here in the first place was to save Hazel from her bullies and it’s clear that she doesn’t want us or our help.”“Yeah, let’s leave.”With that, we start to prepare to depart from this pack, and I pick up the phone in the room, placing a call to our advisor so that they can get our entourage ready to depart with us.Since Hazel said her life was going just fine before we came along and we should leave her alone, that’s exactly what we will do. We will leave her alone to continue living her life in misery, serving as a maid to lesser individuals when she can have maids of her own if she desires. As I have said before, she doesn’t deserve us.HAZELI leave my room, heading out of the pack house. I need a bit of fresh air to cool my brain down and gather my thoughts together so I decide to go into the woods surrounding the pack house just for that purpose.As I step out of the pack house and into the cool evening air, I feel a moment of calm swirling around in me. Just then, I look to the right and see the entourage of cars that the two Kings came with pulling out of the parking lot.So King Ethan and King Arnold have finally decided to leave. It’s a good thing, though. It means that they have decided not to pin their hopes on me anymore and that’s good. I don’t need a pair of kings breathing down my neck every day as I carry out my duties in this pack. I’m thankful for their departure because it means I can continue to go about my daily life now.Finally, all the cars pull out of the parking lot one after the other, leaving behind a cloud of dust in their wake. I can’t help but heave out a sigh of relief, but little do I know that my ordeal is far from being over.As I look to the left, I see the group of maids from earlier looking at me with the disgust still evident on their faces. I decide to ignore them, instead choosing to continue on my way to the woods.But before I can take more than five steps forward, they start to walk in my direction, swarming around me and cutting my movement short. I begin to wonder what they are up to. I don’t want to be trifled with right now or any other time for that matter. I just want to be left alone. So I start to walk away from them.Their leader, a girl named Cathy, steps forward, moving to my front and blocking my path. “Just where do you think you’re going? she asks.Another girl steps forward, coming to stand beside Cathy. Her name is Gwen and she is also a leader of some sort to the maids, though Cathy has more power than she does. “Don’t you understand that you can’t leave until we are through with you?” she says in a very mean tone.“Step away. I need to leave,” I say, not bothering to respond to any of their questions. I just want to be left alone at the moment.Cathy and Gwen are enemies of mine and they are the ones that always lead the rest of the maids in bullying me. I tried to ignore them so many times until I finally decided to stand up to them.I push past them, walking in between Cathy and Gwen as I begin to head for the woods. It seems like they don’t want to give up as they follow me, the rest of the maids walking behind them.“Where the hell do you think you’re going, you witch!” Cathy calls out from behind me, and immediately, her words make me stop in my tracks as I can’t believe what I just heard. So I turn around to face them.“A girl having two mates has never been heard of in this Kingdom before, so you’re definitely a witch since you have two mates,” Gwen says.The rest of the maids behind them begin to murmur in agreement and I just can’t believe that such ludicrous statements are coming out of their mouths.“That’s what I have been thinking too ever since we found out,” one of the maids voices out.“She is a demon. I have always sensed that from the beginning,” another says.“From the way she behaves, you will know that she is cursed.”“That’s true. How else can we explain her having two mates?”“She must have done something to have two of the powerful Kings in the Kingdom as her mates. She is no ordinary maid.”“That’s why I said she is a witch. How else could she do that?”I can’t believe what I’m hearing from them. Can they be so dumb as to think that? I don’t even want to have two mates, and it isn’t my fault that the Moon Goddess decided to give them to me. My heart sinks in anguish and I’m so devastated by the turn of events. I’m not cursed, I’m not a witch and I’m not a demon either. They are still talking and what Gwen says next sends panic swirling through my body.“Since she’s a cursed witch, we can’t have someone like her living with us before she kills us all.”“That’s why we have to kill her first. We should stone her to death,” Cathy adds and the terror in me rises as soon as I hear that. They can’t possibly be serious, can they?Before I know what’s happening, they all start to surround me, picking up stones from the ground as they do so.I’m now in their middle, helpless as I stare at them, terrified. I don’t want to die. But they can’t hear my thoughts and even if they can, they won’t care.The next moment, Cathy raises the very big stone in her hand as she prepares to smash it on my head with a murderous look in her eyes.HAZELThere is an expression of plea in my eyes as I look upward at the stone that is sure to come crashing down at my head any moment from now, but the girls around me don't seem to notice it. And even if they do, then they don't care. Just then, I close my eyes in order to brace myself for the forceful impact the stone will definitely have on my delicate head, but I'm shocked when after a while, I don't feel anything, not even a single touch as light as a feather. I'm puzzled by this sudden development since it's definitely not what I was expecting, so I start to open my eyes tentatively but surely. When I finally get them open completely, to say I'm shocked by what I see would be an understatement.Standing near Cathy and looking at her with a murderous look on his face is the head taskmaster. The stone she was about to hit me with is still in her hand and now she looks around, trying to find a way to dispose of it and make herself look less guilty, but it doesn't seem to work bec
HAZELFOUR WEEKS AGO “What do you even know how to do properly, you lazy girl?” my taskmaster yells at me, his eyes narrowing in distaste as he fixes his penetrating gaze on me. “You're a failure and a disgrace. It's no wonder your parents left you to languish on your own.”His gaze is still on me as he makes mention of my parents and he narrows his eyes more, expecting me to give him a reaction, but I don't. I won't give in to what he wants. I won't give him the satisfaction of that. No matter what he says to me today or any other day for that matter, I won't say anything negative or revolt against him for once. He should keep saying what he wants. He will leave me alone soon enough just as he always does. I stay quiet as always as he keeps spewing more and more hateful words at me. Even though the words affect me, I always try my best not to give off any reaction. I never allow anyone to see how much their words affect me. I don't want to give them that satisfaction. My expression
HAZELI run a brush over a particularly hard patch of the floor. It seems like there is something sticky on the floor and I know that I surely have to get it off since I don't want to incur the wrath of the taskmaster. So I scrub harder and before long, the sticky stuff is gone. Then I retrieve my mop and continue cleaning the floor, using the bright lights of the second floor as guidance. Earlier, when I finished washing those clothes, and I met the taskmaster just outside the laundry room, he didn't have much to say to me. It seemed as though the shock I had experienced when I first caught sight of him had been for nothing and thankfully, he hadn't made a mention of any punishment.He just asked me to go inside and clean all the living rooms on the second floor, and I nodded, and replied to him with the usual, “Okay, taskmaster,” before I rushed into the pack house to do as he asked.Now, I'm cleaning the second living room on the second floor and as I survey my work, I'm quite sat
HAZEL“What’s wrong with you, girl? Why can’t you just do anything properly?” the head taskmaster yells harshly at me.The ferocity in his tone is enough to make me cower in fear. He has always been harsh to me right from the beginning, but this time is different. He looks so angry that I don’t even know what to do or say about it.“How dare you think of washing my clothes with that of one the other taskmasters?” he growls.So that’s the problem? It doesn’t sound like something to be worried about so why is he making a big deal out of something so little? It just seems like he is making a mountain out of a molehill. But as usual, I don’t say any of what I’m thinking out loud. I always keep my thoughts to myself and it has served me well so far. No one needs to know what I’m thinking as it might get me into trouble. As if I’m not already in enough trouble every single day of my life, I think.“And the worst part of this whole situation is that you didn’t wash my clothes with just anyo
HAZEL As I wake up the next day, the first thing I do is jump out of my bed as I head to the little bathroom that I alone use. When I’m there, I wash my face and brush my teeth. I don’t bother to take my bath since I know that doing it won’t serve any purpose because soon enough, I will be doing all sorts of chores that will make me get dirty or sweaty easily. So I quickly dry my face with a worn but neat towel before I step out of the bathroom, and then I go back to my cubicle of a room to change my clothes. When I’m done with that, I step out of my room, moving towards the second floor as I have some work to do there. Yesterday, when I was done with my work in the kitchen, I had done a few other chores before I was finally discharged by the taskmaster, but not before he gave me a list of the chores I would do this morning. The first thing I do just before I climb the stairs leading to the second floor is get some supplies from the storage room which is at the bottom of the stair
HAZEL But I don’t know the answer to that because he doesn’t say anything just then. Instead, he walks around the kitchen, his eyes roaming over the whole place. He does this for a full minute but he still doesn’t say a word. His eyes are expressionless so there is no way for me to know what he is thinking.My heart is beating fast in apprehension as the taskmaster walks forward until he is standing just in front of me. What does he want with me?Then opens his mouth to speak. “I have just come from the second floor before I headed over here,” he starts, and as he says that, the apprehension I’m feeling increases because I know exactly what he went to the second floor to do, and his next words prove that my thoughts are right. “I inspected the bathrooms I assigned to you to wash.”My heart is beating so fast that I almost think the taskmaster can hear it as I wait for his next words. Even though the universe does not favor me most times, I really hope he will say something favorable
HAZELThe biggest hall in the pack house has already been decorated and transformed by the best decorators in our pack. I'm really happy with the way it turned out because the decorators arrived late, and I had already felt that it wouldn't be possible again.The biggest task has been accomplished and the rest of the things that are supposed to make the welcome ceremony a success are just little and can be done quickly.Since I'm done with my work, I decide to move around the pack house to make sure everything is in order, even though it's really not my job to do that. I don’t know why I decide to do it, but I just want to because I feel that I have to know if everything is in order in preparation for the King’s arrival. The next hour goes by really fast. It’s really faster than we all expect, and the fear that we have all been trying to hide starts creeping in; the fear of everything being a failure and of not impressing the King at all. I surely don’t want something like that to
HAZELImmediately, I lower my gaze and bow my head. My hands are shaking and I'm so scared to look up to see if he noticed anything. Then our taskmasters start ushering everyone in. I look at my fellow maids and nervously bite my lower lip to stop it from shaking, but it doesn't work. We wait for the guests that came with the King to all come into the hall before we disassemble our line and fix ourselves around different parts of the hall instead, as we await the needs of the guests. Presently, I'm looking around the whole hall except for the King’s face, even though I can feel his gaze on me. My whole body is shaking, and I can’t help but wonder how everything is going to end.If I can, I want to leave and not come back at all just because of how scared I am. My wolf continues to whine and chant the word, ‘mate’ but I'm trying so hard to be normal, so I just ignore her."Welcome to our pack, Alpha King. We are so happy with your presence," our Alpha and the taskmasters chant in uni