lly

it would be like to not be in a

to be

t to fast food restaurants, have my very own car, mayb

only for sleepi

to yet another toilet bowl while I wish away my existence. My imaginati

end to around the pack grounds.

un, r

my heels while I peer down into the shiny white pot of water. This is what m

'm an

less about what my packmates nicknamed me, it's the odd jobs that

the water shine with the reflected light from the

situation like this I can actual

rtified crazy person. At

ng caddy and stretching my sore, achy muscles. Every last inch of this bathro

orated hallway is filled with potted plants, the walls splattered in pai

like to call

s who live here are only the best of the best. The blue bloods, if you will. The reside

aight to their heads, and that made th

r the sounds of laughter. Not just any laughter, obnoxious laughter. I know who it is,

mself with his packrats surrou

kissed body you only dream about. His perso

dly, and I deserve an Oscar for my deli

d raising his eyebrows in amusement. The Alpha's s

marble floors I walk on." It takes every ounce of self control I have to not roll my

ust a bunch o

our standards, Sir." I reply,

ary sweet towards the guy, but growing u

a's son and heir and come out sayin

though I want to knock his pretty teeth out with my fist.

se to ignore them in my silence. Instead, I stare at the ivory floors and my dinked u

oor compared to my hand me down kicks. Even the laces w

ch is something my therapist recommends on the daily.

a bit more ease. My hands tremble while I stack the cleaning caddy and mop in the small structure. Af

te my life. Especi

up after others or talking about my so cal

ctually want to, like read for hours without worry, or wear a ne

have to hang on to other than finding my mat

eity, is a matchmaker up in the heavens. She creates mated pairs by essentially

n mates that draws them together like

not likely to happen anytime soon. We don't

I just hav

ones." The harsh voice breaks through my depressed

from the porch. She's the perfect picture of a high and mighty she-wolf. She ha

my dad's features, and I was the only one out of my 9 siblings t

r me to stick out

d as I follow her into our home. Her heels click cl

er the numerous pots and pans filled to the

toes and green beans, maybe even a whiff of cornb

g at the breakfast table, wide eyes fixed on me. A g

very messy older brother, Felix, who's scribbling away with his crayons. The

n with them before they're gone every single d

drawing over here?

ig red house. It's the type of art you would expect from his 5 year old self. His t

owls, I smile as I peer down at his masterpiece.

ught, as if asse

accent that is guaranteed to earn me some laughs, and sure enough it does. The

nter. She never likes me acting childish, even if it was to e

sists, handing me a sticky, indig

f paper, I begin to swirl ar

Daniel claps his pudgy hands, and Felix

at to do. Daniel joins in too, and before you knew it there are

ery large and round, in fact it

angry swirls. I praise their dragons, and they b

ife, and I know without a doubt I would miss them too much.

icks his tongue out in concentration, expertly adding bright red

enly bursts open, maki

nd glam. Her fingers continuously scroll on her phone screen. Her ice blue ey

in question as s

. I hold in a huff. It was petty, but I secretly yearn for my mother to treat

th little Kelly ASAP." Two pairs of cold, feminine eyes lock onto me. My little

s my brow. What on earth w

" My mother snaps at me, and I

thing!

ply, leaning against the kitchen count

hecking her pockets again." She

d siblings would search me regularly to make sure I hadn't stolen anything

o anything t

uilding right away." My mother reprimands while stirrin

ly lift Daniel while I stand u

ruffle his hair after I set him down on the chai

urage I need, I head out fo

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