Second Thoughts After Divorce

Chapter 8

Rose’s (Tragedy‘) POV

I listened attentively, ready to embrace whatever tasks he would assign to me…

The Alpha’s trust in me motivated me to excel in every aspect of my role, no matter how mundane the task may

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After experiencing mistreatment in my previous pack, I had come to appreciate the opportunity to be of service here. The Alphas expectations were clear, and I was determined to meet them with unwavering dedication. I have to prove myself now more than ever!

“First and foremost, I would like you to take care of my laundry, the Alpha began, his voice resonating with authority. are washed, ironed, and neatly organized in my closet.”

*You will

Il ensure that my clothes

I nodded, recognizing the significance of this responsibility. It was an opportunity to demonstrate my attention to detail and showcase my ability to handle tasks with precision.

The Alpha deserved nothing less than the u

utmost care and professionalism – he did spare me yesterday after all!

“Additionally, I expect you to clean my quarters, ensuring that everything is tidy and is in its proper place, he continued, his gaze unwavering. “Dust the surfaces, sweep the floors, and make sure that my personal space reflects the standards befitting an Alpha.” As he stood from his chair, I watched him carefully, awaiting his next instruction.

y feet in an instant.

“Follow me,” he motioned, his steps purposeful and confident as I scrambled to my t

I attempted to match his stride as best I could, determined to keep up with his large steps as he exited the dining room…

“Lastly, I would appreciate it if you could assist me with various personal errands,” he added, his gaze intensifying. This may include picking up important documents, organizing my schedule, or even accompanying me to pack meetings and events… His words hung in the air, and 1 inhaled deeply, fully comprehending the level of trust he was placing in me.

Questions surged through me, doubts and insecurities vying for attention. Was I truly capable of handling such high–profile responsibilities? Would I be able to navigate the intricacies of pack politics and uphold the Alpha’s reputation?

I am honored to take on these tasks, Alpha, but are you sure that I am the right one to accompany you to important things such as meetings and events? L..I might only bring ridicule to your name.” I voice my doubts, my tone laced with heavy anxiety.

“Do not question my wishes Rose! If I want you to accompany me, then you will be there! It is impossible to ridicule my name Alpha halts in his strides, turning to me with a burning gaze.

–don’t insult me!” The

“Y–Yes Alpha… I don’t mean to offend you… I was just… never seen fit for such jobs back home.” I stutter like a fool, terrified that I had already ruined my chances at a new life here by openly offending him.

“THIS IS YOUR NEW HOME! If you want to remain here then quit referring back to your old ways and your old pack – that pack is nothing other than scum to us here!” He rages, his temper boiling in seconds flat.

“Y–Yes sir… sorry sir…” I whisper, lowering my gaze to submit, as he seems to breathe for a few moments – no doubt trying to calm his wolf.

I wonder if my old pack is enemies of this one? Judging by his tone….

“Come.” He then states, gaining my attention again as we return back to our walk, leading back upstairs towards his quarters.

“… I will ensure that your laundry is impeccably handled, your quarters are kept pristine, and I will be readily available to assist you in any other way that I can.” I break the Silence, a feeble attempt to right my wrong.

“Good girl…” He mutters, more to himself, as I swallow the hump that had formed in my throat…

This man

unan…

The Alpha led me up the last light of stairs, his presence commanding as we reached the door to his private quarters. He pushed it open, gesturing for

to enter…

As I stepped into the mom, I was struck by its grandeur. The space seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with luxurious furnishings and an air of authority.

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My gaze swept across the room, taking in the imposing bed, the balcony overlooking the grounds, and the spacious closet that held a multitude of ganents which I could barely see through the open door.

There was an undeniable sense of power and dominance that emanated from this space, a reflection of the Alpha himself, holding most of his scent here – as this was where he slept.

“Don’t this up Rose. I will be back shortly after I observe my warriors training session… behave while I am gone. The Alphas steady tone reaches my ears, as I stand gawking at his marvellous room before me.

I nod briefly, before hearing the door slam slut behind me signalling that he had left me alone to start my chores.

I wasted no time in getting to work. I headed straight for the bathroom, captivated by its sheer size and elegance. The gleaming fixtures and the inviting jacuzzi bath at the back of the room hinted at a life of opulence.

But there was no time for distractions… I have to focus on the task at hand and do the best job possible if I want him to keep me around…

Opening the tall, slim cleaning cupboard, I marveled at the array of supplies neatly arranged inside. Fresh bedding, towels, and an assortment of cleaning products, their scents mingling to create an intoxicating aroma of spiced cinnamon and apple.

The best smell 1 had encountered thus far in my life…

With a need to succeed, I skip straight to it – selecting the fresh bed sheets first, fully aware

are of the daunting task ahead.

The Alpha’s bed was unlike anything I had ever seen before, its size a testament to his states. It could easily accommodate a small pack, let alone a single Alpha!

As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror on passing, the contrast between my bright and expensive dress and the task at hand struck me.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be doing my chores in such a garment….

With that thought, I quickly drop the items in my ams, rush out of the room and down the hallway towards the space I had currently been residing in.

I step in my room, immediately noticing the familiar rags in the corner, which I had worn at my old pack during chores. I didn’t want to upset the Alpha by ruining such a luxundus dress so these would be the better option…

I quickly change, sighing as I hold the smooth fabric in my hands–admiring it once more before I fold it and place it back.

I dust myself down, wincing at the scratchy material I had grown to now hate… before heading back to the Alphas room ready to work.

Troll up

up my baggy sleeves, ready to tackle the challenge of changing his bed head–on…

With meticulous care, I manage to make the bed, smoothing the sheets and arranging the pillows with precision. Every crease was meticulously eliminated, and every pillow fluffed to perfection leaving the final result being a pristine, inviting bed fit for an Alpha…

I wipe th

the sweat from my forehead, smiling proudly at the outcome of my job, before I turn my attention to the rest of the room, dusting and wiping down the surfaces first.

I then swept and mopped the floors, ensuring not one single speck of dust remained. The bathroom also received a thorough scrubbing, every tile gleaming under the bright lights by the end!

As I worked, the beautiful scent of apple and cinnamon Intensified in the room–giving it a more homey feel.

Every corner of the Alpha’s

is quarters reflected my dedication to providing him with the highest level of service…

Time sermed to blur as I immersed myself in the work, finishing up his bedroom by lighting up

up a cotton scented candle to only add to its freshness.

I move next to his office, the room I had been in the previous night, as I find myself moving to organise his cluttered desk first…

I filter through the many loose pages, collecting them together, before my hands pause when noticing a familiar face…

Derrick…

The mate who had rejected me only days ago…

My eyes widen at his head shot printed out on the top left of the page as my brows pull together in confusion… what is this?

My eyes scan it briefly, curiosity taking over, as I read the follow-

-Derrick Colt- Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Wanted for war crimes and child labour and neglect. Derrick was caught running a factory where many children built weapons and helped create deadly. chemicals such as wolfsbane for the use of his army. We know so far, from trusted sources, that five children have died under the factory’s conditions. He has since relocated the group, having been caught, and we are yet to locate the rest of the children’s whereabouts to return them to safety.

By the end of the paragraph, my heart hammers inside of my chest abusively, as my eyes fill with tears….

What have I just read?