Chapter 8

Vivian’s POV

Zeke wasn’t kidding about making my life a living hell. And be really put that to the test the second breakfast was over with Chris. He had me cleaning every bathroom in the pack house. With a toothbrush.

Then after that, I had to clean the kitchen and every single dish. Even the clean dishes. The kitchen is built to feed a pack. And the dishes are enough to feed…a pack.

By the end of the day, I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I didn’t think I’d get it all finished by 7pm but Ivy came forth and helped me speed things up. She was a champ. As I wiped sweat off my brow and let the cool night air hit my face, I saw Chris leaning against a pillar, like he was waiting for me. “Hey, Vivid.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to walk my mate home, of course.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Are you okay?”

I smiled at him weakly. “Just another long day.”

“Zeke give it to you that badly?”

I dragged my feet slowly. “You have no idea. I’m starting to wo