Todos os capítulos de Prince Alpha's Rejected Maid: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Button my shirt." Came the order in a hoarse whisper which made bursts of electricity run laps up and down Vanessa's spine. His lips were only an inch away from her face and she knew he intentianlly kept them this close, he loved seeing her reaction. Vanessa wanted to keep a straight face but her fingers shook and fumbled as she started to button his shirt. The tips of her fingers rubbed agaisnt his rock hard abs and she was all of a sudden out of breadth.She wanted to slap herself for thinking so sinfully. 'He is my master. He has hired me as his maid, that's it. There is nothing more.'She didn't realize that her entire body was shaking slightly at this point, so much so that her master Noah had to slide two strong arms around her waist to steady her. 

The back office was, self-understood, at the very back. The front of the club might entertain clowns of all sorts. At the back, evenly designed corridors reprimanded business with every strike of shoe bottom on the black and white chessboard tiles. Had the hallway always been this long or time had slowed down, thought Vanessa? She had been only twice summoned to the back office since she started a year ago. Never in the middle of her shift. Her lungs reached for air, if she was called like this, it must be not good. Her fatigue traveled the other way when she was headed for the office. Adrenaline thickened the silence in her ears and sweat built underneath her collar. She twisted her hands to keep the pace even. The lights above illuminated two men sitting on either side of the door. Both wolves. Her wolf hissed in return. F

The letters' content were not surprising, not in the least. So she wasted no time, sought out her best looking formal attires, laid them all on her bed. She had three. She didn’t have the luxury to neither afford good ones nor to spend time on picking the right one. Her hands pressed over the chiffon fabric, seagreen and decent for how it had aged in her closet. She decided to walk all the way to his, the Alpha’s place. If she had consumed anything other than coffee in the morning, it would’ve been lying in her toilet pot. She had puked twice, bile instead of food. Walking might perhaps bring color back to her skin. But she’d have to suffer with her questions all alone through out the journey. She had only walked a few

By the time Vanessa returned home, it was lunch time. Her stomach growled, protesting at another cup of lavender tea, but she had very little money right now and no energy to re-stock her food supplies. Her wolf, especially, did not prefer that. Animal could go hunt for herself, but she worried about how the human carried herself. The worry was judicious. If wolves in human form lacked strength to shift into wolves, what good were they? Vanessa was young, had managed to keep the muscles she had built as a teenager chopping, crafting woods. Soon, they’ll deplete with lack of oxygen if she didn’t change what and how she ate. Vanessa realized her wolf was in no mood to spar over their living conditions with her. Poor thing was as resigned as she was exhausted. She managed to enjoy the cup of tea before her phone rang, shrill in the quite house. She knew who it’d be. “Hello Mum.” “Hello, Ness. How are you baby?” She had missed her mother. Their relationship had been rocky before, when

Slick in her beige clothes the next morning, Vanessa contemplates covering the distance from her house to the villa on four feet but chickens out. Not in the habit of running around as a wolf in front of others, she settles to walk. Even when it takes approximately an hour.Today morning, she’d have no time to admire the place all over again. It was a double-edged sword anyway, to want to pet all the animals living inside, including the owner. She was still in trepidation over her role here. She understood management but knew nothing of the bureaucracy within the halls to know where her boundaries lay. Was she to manage the mundane in and outs of his day or did he want her here the whole time? Still making her way upstairs, keys jingling in her left hand, she heard his voice, cursing on the phone. Already? It was seven in the morning, and it was Saturday. Alphas didn’t take the weekends off, of course. But how in contrast to his father he appeared, Rourke Abel, the presiding Alpha of