Ch. 44 THE ERRAND BOY

Alpha James’s POV

I squatted on the worn floorboards of the living room, my hands dutifully scrubbing my grandfather's distorted feet in a basin filled with soapy water. The stiff fabric of the errand boy uniform I had to wear rubbed uncomfortably against my skin, a constant reminder of my demotion from Alpha to lowly servant.

I couldn't help but glance longingly towards the door, my gaze flickering with a desperate hope that Carol and the others would return soon. As the pregnant she-wolf, I didn't like the idea of her being out at night, but who was I to dictate her actions any longer, now that I had been stripped of my authority?

A sharp, stinging smack to the crown of my head jolted me back to the task at hand, my grandfather’s commanding voice cutting through the silence. "Focus, boy!" he barked.

Gritting my teeth, I tightened my grip on the yellowed sponge, scrubbing harder despite the unpleasant odor that assaulted my nostrils. The savory aroma of chicken noodle soup suddenly d