1. Such is Life
Maribel made her way through the pack house quickly and quietly dusting the expensive knick knacks that adorned the shelves and pedestals of the Alpha Hall. It was her least favorite place to be in the large pack house belonging to the White Pine Pack. That is why she cleaned it first, hoping to get through the work without being seen or noticed. That was why she got up two hours before her shift officially started. She dashed straight to this floor and did her dusting as quickly and quietly as possible.
She had her long brown hair braided neatly to keep it out of her face. She wore her maid uniform which was a dull gray skirt and white button-down blouse and sensible black shoes. She carried a small pail with her cleaning supplies: a duster, a couple cloths, some stain remover, general and glass cleaner sprays and some gloves in case she had to use bleach or it was her turn to clean the toilets.
She was small and slight of build. She’d never done sports in school although she had done some running for exercise and she enjoyed long walks in the forest when she had the time for it. Her mother had been a beauty with perfect alabaster skin, glowing red hair and green eyes. She had plain brown eyes and hair with freckles scattered across her cheeks. She had never called much attention to herself and sometimes she thought it was better that way, especially now.
A few years ago, she and her mother had been taken in by the White Pine Pack. At first, she had been grateful. Her mother had told her this would be good for them. And, in the beginning, it had been. Maribel had been allowed to join high school and had done well despite her lack of previous formal education. As rogues, she and her mother had moved around a lot and going to school had not been a priority. Her mother had taught her to read and they had a good selection of books from which she was taught her and she had basic math skills, but she hadn’t had a traditional education.
Rogues, in the werewolf world, were simply werewolves that did not belong to a pack. It was somewhat unusual for a wolf to be out of a pack. Sometimes, wolves were exiled. Sometimes packs were disbanded or destroyed by warring with other packs. It was a tricky life style as they are generally not trusted by werewolves in packs and much of the land is divided into pack territories, so they usually stayed under the pack radar or in neutral territory, which was usually human-dominated.
Maribel didn’t know the details of how her mother had gone rogue or why they were admitted into a new pack. Her mother had never wanted to discuss these things.
Her mother had reassured her that joining a pack would be the start of something new and her mother had been convinced Maribel would have some new opportunities that they could not get any other way. But, her mother had fallen ill and when she passed, Maribel had been pushed out of any programs allowing her on a college track. Her dreams of going on to college were dashed away and she was put to work as a maid in the pack house.
Her father was a complete mystery. Her mother had never told her anything about him no matter how often she had asked. And now her mother was gone. None of the paperwork she had found in their house after her passing had given her any clue about him either. All she knew is that her mother had been a rogue, White Pine had taken them in, and she was a late bloomer werewolf.
Most werewolf children get their wolves when they turn 18, and sometimes earlier in Alpha blood lines. But there are a few people that get their wolves later than 18. Maribel’s 18th birthday had come and gone last year without revealing her wolf, much to her disappointment. She had no idea how long she would have to wait. When she’d asked her mother, she had only shrugged.
“Your wolf will come when it is time and not before,” she had said, brushing her long brown hair back. Maribel knew she meant well, but really, that was such a non-answer it drove her nuts. She had been mad at her mother. That was just before she’d gotten sick. At her lowest point, she had blamed herself and her anger for her mother’s death. But, she was not the only one that succumbed to that high fever disease that year, so her anger had nothing to do with it.
Nowadays, most pack members didn’t see her even if they walked right past her, but the new Alpha of the pack had taken a particular dislike to her and made it a game to make her life miserable when he saw her. And unlike the rest of the pack, when she was in his presence, he always saw her.
Maribel had caught Travis’ eye. And not in a good way. His own father had recently passed as well and he had taken up the heavy mantle of pack Alpha. If she thought they’d share any commiseration over this similarity in their histories, she was wrong. He made it clear that she was a lowly omega in his pack that she was meant to serve him and show obeisance to him.
He had trained her to fall to her knees and bow to him if they crossed paths. This was much more to humiliate her than anything else. Most wolves just bowed their heads until he passed. A higher ranked wolf could do with just a nod, but she had to drop whatever she was doing and get to her knees.
It wouldn’t end there, either. He would usually go up to her and sneer, comment on her poor work while those around the alpha, usually a group of his friends or others in his command structure would snicker at her discomfort. Other workers from the pack house did not associate with her. They were probably afraid to since they had all seen or heard about how their Alpha treated her.
Despite the greater humiliation of having an audience to his treatment of her, she preferred when he was in company. The few times he had caught her alone had left her terrified of him.
Once, he had just been leaving his room when he found her. He had grabbed her by the back of her neck after she’d gone to her knees and dragged her into his quarters. He threw her onto his bed that was unmade.
“What is wrong with this picture, servant?!” he had roared at her. It wasn’t even her job to make his bed, so she had no idea what he wanted.
“Uhm…” she had stuttered. “I…” She was too terrified to move or speak. She was afraid he would attack her. He was known to be popular with many she-wolves. He was shirtless and furious. His well sculpted chest heaved with anger.
“Can’t you see and smell that?!” he asked her, pointing to a wet spot on his bed. When she didn’t move, he pushed her face down close. “It’s my cum, bitch. Clean it. CLEAN IT!” He roared again.
Maribel didn’t have a cleaning cloth or anything to use having dropped her cleaning supplies when he’d first caught her, but he terrified her more by allowing his fingers to elongate into claws as he growled at her, his wolf rising to the surface, his eyes shifting to amber. Trembling, she wiped at it with her hands, trying to scoop it up.
Then, he had roared with laughter at her, making her jump.
“Stupid bitch. I need new sheets!” he yelled at her. Then, his voice went to a quieter and deadlier tone. He grabbed the back of her neck again and pulled her in close to his face. “Why don’t you slip some of that inside you? Hmm? Maybe a pup from me will make you worth something…” He chuckled darkly, shoving her back down on the bed, and walking out of the apartment leaving Maribel sobbing and running to his bathroom to clean her hands.
After that incident, she had asked to be transferred to a different work detail. At first, the manager had considered her request and had promised to move her into the kitchens where there were plenty of openings. But a day before she was to transfer to the new job, he had informed her that her request had been denied.
“Sorry, word has come from the top. There’s nothing I can do. Just do your work diligently and I’m sure you will be fine,” he had said. Of course, she could not tell him about the incidents with Travis. And Travis was well aware of it.
The episode in his quarters had happened a few weeks ago. She had not run into him since then and she hoped to keep it that way. Now, she was nearing his door and she trembled, just recalling that day. There was a niche with a gilded vase that needed to be dusted right outside his door and a framed painting of the Alpha and his family under a spotlight just past his door. She finished the vase quickly and carefully and when she moved to the painting, her stomach dropped as his door opened.
She caught the smirk on his face as she dropped her duster and pail and went to her knees. She looked at his feet, holding her breath. She hoped beyond hope he would stride past her and go about his business.
“Back for more, eh?” he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragging her into his quarters, closing and latching the door behind him. She had grabbed at his hands to keep her hair from ripping out of her head.
She whimpered as he pressed her face and body against the wall. He dropped the hand from her hair to her throat and squeezed.
“You will stay where I want you, understood?” he asked in a low voice. She nodded, trembling in fear. With his other hand, he pulled her skirt up until he’d hiked it to her hips. He ripped her panties away, cupping her sex in front and pressing himself against her from behind. “Not a sound,” he cautioned as he pushed a finger up inside her. His hot breath fanned her neck and she shivered again. His low chuckle reverberated through her body.
“Hands over your head,” he commanded quietly. It took her a moment, but she obeyed him. What choice did she have? He was her Alpha, he could force her to do it with his command tone, she knew. He had used it at first to get her to her knees, but they both knew he didn’t need to use it on her any more. He relaxed his hold on her neck, moved his hand down and pulled her shirt out from the waistband of her skirt. He cupped her breast and, dissatisfied with touching her through her bra, pulled the cup out of his way to palm her.
Annoyingly, her body began to respond to him. She hated him for that, she wanted to fight him off, but knew it would be a useless effort. He was a tall, young, strong male. He was the best fighter in a pack full of warriors. His body behind her felt warm and hard at her back. Her nipple tightened in his palm and she began to seep wetness between her legs.
“Are you a virgin, little servant?” he asked, biting the back of her neck. She whimpered.
“Y…yes, Alpha,” she whispered. He had broken the skin, but not so much as to mark her permanently. He lapped at the little blood that seeped from the wounds he had caused.
“I knew it!” he said and sniffed her deeply. “I can smell the innocence on you. You will save yourself for me, little bitch. Do you hear me?” She nodded, but he laced his words with command anyway. “You will save yourself for my cock, bitch. You will let no one touch you.” The command in his tone reverberated so hard, it made her teeth chatter.
“Yes, Alpha. I will save myself for you and I will not let anyone touch me,” she was forced to say back to him.
“Good. I will know if you disobey me, OMEGA,” he told her, emphasizing her lowly rank. “Get back to your work.” He said, releasing her and walking away from her, further into his quarters.
Maribel didn’t wait for him to change his mind, but unlocked and opened the door and closed it quickly behind her. She took a moment to calm her breathing, then picked up her duster and pail went back to work.
When she noticed her shirt was still pulled out and her bra was partly down, she quickly adjusted her clothes thankful she had not run into anyone to see her in such a disheveled state. Some time later, when she had finished her morning chores, she went back to her room. She cried and changed out of the ruined panties.
She got dressed for the rest of the day, thankful at least she didn’t have to clean the Alpha Hall and would likely not run into Travis again. She didn’t know how long it would be until Travis took her virginity, but she knew that it was his to claim whenever he wanted. She thought he would forget about her for a while and leave her alone. She was wrong.
