Escaping The Ruthless Pack: Pregnant With The Alpha's Heirs

VIDA

Auntie Olivia and I hurriedly made our way to the kitchen. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a bustling scene of she-wolves hard at work.

Everything was meticulously arranged, from the gleaming pans and plates to the assortment of cooking utensils.

Some kitchen assistants diligently peeled potatoes, while others busied themselves with washing the vegetables that would be used for tonight's meal. As soon as they spotted my auntie, they offered their greetings, “Hello Miss Olivia.”

Taking a quick glance around, you could discern the hierarchical structure in place, with designated tasks assigned according to one's rank.

As always, I received disapproving glances and hushed whispers, but I had grown accustomed to such treatment. It was nothing new, for I had endured far worse.

“Who’s that?”

“Why does she look like that?”

"She looks absolutely dreadful! I can't bear to look at her face," one of them remarked, promptly retreating to the bathroom as if she were about to vomit. Others simply cast disgusted frowns in my direction.

"My goodness, Vida! Quit standing there and fetch me the pans!" my auntie commanded, her voice filled with impatience.

Obligingly, I scanned the area to locate the pans, then approached the counter to retrieve them.

However, as I reached for them, someone carelessly bumped into me, causing me to lose my grip. The pans crashed to the floor with a resounding clatter, reverberating throughout the kitchen.

‘Thud!’

‘Clang!’

‘Crack!’

I stood frozen in surprise as the person who bumped into me smirked and seamlessly merged into the crowd. My attention quickly shifted as my auntie's furious voice thundered through the air.

"VIDA! YOU STUPID, USELESS OMEGA!" she roared.

I cast my gaze downward, knowing deep down that it wasn't entirely my fault. However, I was certain that my auntie had no interest in hearing my side of the story.

Well, who would want to listen to me anyway?

Even before my auntie became my guardian, the people who knew my parents treated me as if I were invisible, as if I weren't even human. Their treatment mirrored that of my co-workers.

They were even worse than my auntie's family. They spat in my face and hurled insults my way.

They relentlessly branded me a cursed witch, an ungrateful ingrate.

The memories flooded back, echoing in my ears and searing into my heart. It hurt, but I refused to allow them to witness my tears; instead, I held them back.

"Sorry," I whispered, offering an apology. Auntie Olivia scowled in response. Gathering my composure, I picked up the fallen pans and dutifully brought everything over to her.

"You're truly clumsy! Stupid girl!" My auntie commented, continuing her work. I assisted her in preparing the food for the entire pack.

The mansion we were in belonged to the renowned and wealthy Golden Hades Pack—an ancient, distinguished, and well-regarded pack known for their strength and etiquette.

Once I finished helping my auntie, I found myself standing quietly in a corner, observing the others as they worked.

Fatigue gnawed at me, and I longed to return home for a decent and peaceful sleep before starting my own work.

"You, girl! Go and assist the others in preparing the food in the dining room!" One of the helpers called out.

I glanced at her, then looked around to confirm if she was referring to me. No one seemed to be paying attention. I tentatively pointed at myself, seeking clarification.

"Are you referring to me?" I inquired, seeking clarification. She frowned and directed a glare at me.

"Yeah, you're the only one who isn't busy at the moment! Get to it! Move your ass, freak!" she responded curtly.

I nodded, complying with her instruction. Stepping outside, I joined the others who had been assigned to assist in the dining room.

As I entered, my eyes widened in awe at the sight of the ceiling adorned with glistening crystal jewels, forming an exquisite chandelier.

The grandeur and elegance of it all captivated me, leaving me momentarily transfixed.

However, my fascination was abruptly interrupted as one of the helpers smacked my arm.

"Quit staring and start working!" she snapped.

Apprehensive of further reprimands, I quickly focused on the task at hand. A long table stood in the center of the room, positioned beneath the resplendent chandelier.

Adorning the walls were paintings that perfectly complemented the room's elegant and modern ambiance.

I diligently assisted in arranging the food on the table, taking care to ensure that no spills marred the pristine white tablecloth. The consequences for any mishap would undoubtedly be severe.

With the task completed, I returned to the kitchen.

Spotting my auntie near the doorway, donning a coat over her shoulder, I hurried toward her.

"Auntie, where are you going?" I inquired. She regarded me sternly.

"You stay here! If they aren't satisfied with the food, you'll have to make it right!" She instructed. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"B-But... but I have work tomorrow. I need to go to the factory," I protested, clutching the hem of her coat. Her scowl deepened as she forcefully pulled her coat from my grasp.

"You'll manage, so stop whining!" She retorted, then promptly exited the room, slamming the door behind her.

I gazed at the closed doors, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.

Will life ever offer me an ounce of respite? Seeking solace, I located a chair in the corner and sank down into it.

"Don't make me talk to her! I refuse to be in the company of a freak!"

"Look at her face! It's so hideous and terrifying!"

"Go ahead, approach her! Let's see if whatever she has on her face is contagious."

Their comments grew increasingly malicious. I bit my lip, feeling the sharp sting of their words.

It hurt, deep down, to be in this situation where every pair of eyes regarded me as the most repulsive, abominable creature they had ever encountered. With a heavy sigh, I lowered my head in resignation.

After enduring hours upon hours of this torment, the family finally finished their meal, and the plates were being collected for washing. Relief washed over me.

Finally, I could escape! It was time to go home.

Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized I only had three or four hours before my work began. I grumbled, letting out another sigh. I bid farewell to the others in the kitchen, but no one paid me any attention. So, I left.

"I hope I can squeeze in an hour of sleep," I muttered to myself, as I wandered down the hallway.

Lost in thought, I gazed out of a nearby window, observing the night sky adorned with twinkling stars.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to someone on the balcony. Though it was not far from me, I could tell it was a man by his physique. Someone called out his name, causing me to gasp in shock.

“Blaze!”

It was none other than Blaze, the Alpha's son. The heir of the Golden Hades Pack.