The Mysterious Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Freda’s POVI stared longingly at everyone. I knew it was my idea, but I felt a pang of hurt leaving the people I regard as family. I was getting used to them that the idea of not being with them hurt more than I expected. Craig frowned. He seemed to take note of my mood. “You know you can change your mind?’Slowly, I shook my head, loading my bag into the car's back seat. “We already discussed this. I’ll be alright.”Not wanting to break down in their presence, I decided not to take another look at them as I got into the car and drove off. The car was silent, and my thoughts kept going back to the look on Craig’s face as I left the place. Slowly, I shook my head and decided to play songs to clear my mind. The ride to the Moon Blood Pack was long, but I followed the map, and by noon, I finally arrived at the door.Memories of how I had admired the place from afar the first time Ava brought me float through my head, and also how we had come here recently to rescue Craig. If anyone ha

(Freda’s POV)The shop Phina brought me to was smaller than her room. It smelled odd too, like something stale had settled into the walls and refused to leave. I couldn’t help wondering what sort of job I was even supposed to find here.An old woman wandered around the shop, picking and dropping things in haste. She didn’t bother paying us any attention. It was as if we didn’t exist.I shifted my weight on my feet.Phina chuckled. “Impatient, are we? Madam Cora is always active. Even though she’s old, she always has one thing or the other to do. That’s why anyone looking for an urgent job can always get one in her shop.”Was she joking?I glanced around the cramped space again. The place could barely contain two people at once. Where was I supposed to stand and work? And more importantly, what exactly was I supposed to be doing here?When I said I needed a job, I meant something that would give me an excuse to leave the house—and maybe time to continue my real mission: finding out abo

Freda’s POVPhina threw her hand over my shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’ve been dismissed from work so fast?’ She raised her brow in that familiar way I was starting to get used to. I chuckled. “I’m not that bad of a worker. I’ve been sent on an errand.”She shook her head slightly. “That’s worse. You’ve been reduced to their personal slave. Going on an errand on the first day.”“What ?” I turned to her. I never thought of it this way. “I don’t think so.”She nodded while clicking her tongue. “Continue deceiving yourself. I assure you that this is the only thing you will end up doing there. Going on errands for every single person.”I shrugged. Honestly, I don’t care about what I do over there; the most important thing was that I was free to move around anyway I wanted. As I continued turning towards the road I assumed would lead to the marketplace, Phina continued following me. I stopped and faced her. “Don’t you have to go work or something too?”She shook her head. “For now, I don’

Freda’s POVI watched her narrate her tales without interrupting. Then she sniffed, “I think I will have to tell you the rest later.”From the way her eyes were red, and she sniffed, I could tell it was a painful tale for her. But I couldn’t help it. There was nothing bad in gaining an ally here, and that was how I saw Phina. “You don’t look old enough to have witnessed this. So, how did you know all this tale personally?”Just as she was about to respond, the door opened, and Stephen walked in. He narrowed his gaze towards Phina before turning to eye me. Unlike the friendly look he had on his face the night we met, he had a look of cautiousness now. He turned towards Phina. “I heard all you told her, but do you think it’s right to tell a stranger our history?”Phina sighed. For a moment, she looked skeptical while avoiding my gaze. I frowned. I didn’t want to be the reason there would be a disagreement between them. “I’m sorry, Stephen, but I was the one who asked Phina. I didn’t m

Freda’s POVHaving someone by one’s side brings out some sort of confidence that one couldn’t point to. Phina glared at everyone who tried to speak to me in any way. She also talked back to the supervisor about which team she was going to work with. And that was on the same team with me. It was surprising how she could be so commanding and adamant, as if she had someone behind her. As I scrub the plate in front of me, I look at her. “Where did you get the confidence to speak to the supervisor like that? Because of you, I wasn’t sent to the market today again.”She nodded. “I told you yesterday that you were being a fool to them. If the way you acted today was how you’ve been acting, no wonder they thought it was okay to make you a slave.” Her words were laced with a smile. Although she had fought for every other thing, the supervisor still insisted we were best suited for washing plates. She couldn’t fight against that. After hours of watching endless plates, Phina washed her hand