Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Redemption Maid: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Another guard walked past. Isabella looked up, startled like she was before. She moved into the comfort of the sofa, pulling her legs with her in fear. This was a bad idea. She should have listened to her friend, Iora, when they discussed in the morning about her quest to seek for the vacant position of a maid for the alpha in Moonrise pack. For one, she was the only applicant in the waiting room. Secondly, she had been sitting for almost thirty minutes and had not been called in. Nervously, Isabella started tapping her foot on the floor. From the interior of the mansion, one would think of it as simply big. But what Isabella saw on the inside left her speechless. Everything was purposely gigantic. From the sofas to the tables and even the chandeliers, it felt like she had stepped foot into the lair of a monster. Or maybe she was actually in the lair of a monster. The rumours about Damon, the alpha she came seeking a maid position for, spiralled around a man with long de

Ralph clicked his tongue as he stood at the entrance of the dark corridor where Damon's room was located. "What the hell does he want again?" he grumbled under his breath and quietly walked to the door, ensuring his feet did not make annoying sounds—as the alpha told them. Ralph did not bother knocking. His scent was probably noticed from the top of the stairs anyway. "You seem to be slacking..." Ralph took a whiff of the room's warmth before frowning, "What?" A sigh followed the ruffle of sheets. "You used to be so quick on your feet, so fast whenever I called for you." Ralph could not deny that. For so long, he had been Damon's friend and Beta, and had also been the one to execute most of Damon's physical orders. The weight of such responsibility didn't give room for leniency—or sluggishness. "I know I've been... weak for some time now. I'm sorry, Damon." Ralph exhaled and looked at the floor. "I will ensure that I—" "For how long have we known each other?" In the darkn

Isabella gasped and turned, wide-eyed, to the centre table where the sound seemed to be coming from. The first thought that jumped into her mind was how mad her neighbour (the alpha) was going to be. The sound suddenly stopped. Isabella tried to decipler how imaginary it was when it felt like the entire pack became pin-drop silent. There was a telephone on the table, decorated with blue petals that matched the colour of the room. Isabella stood rooted to the spot. She had almost gotten a heart attack! With a sigh of relief, she palmed her chest. Another shrill ring came again, jolting her like it had done before. That was the point reality dawned. The phone was going to continue ringing until someone picked it, or until it had exhausted the ringing timeframe. And the alpha was going to call her like he had done, this time, with the intention of sending her out of his house while raining brimstones from heaven for disturbing the peace of his serene afternoon. Isabealla's f

Isabella was trying her best to stay cool. There was this intense feeling to move close to the wizard and yank on his silky white strands until they pulled off. It was just a thought. One she didn't intend to execute.She was better off as a human and not some magically-morphed four-legged dirt-eating animal. The thought made her chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't get that." Isabella looked up with widened eyes. "Oh, no. I didn't say anything."Albus made a throaty sound. "I was asking if you have been briefed on the rules." "Errm, yeah. I know I am to be punctual and desist from clamour, and—" "I honestly have no business with that," Albus gently interjected. "I want to know if you know what to report to me." Isabella stole a confused glance at Ralph who indicated for her to look back to the wizard. "I... I don't know anything about that sir.""Now, listen to me," Albus said and sat up. "Damon takes a daily dose of medications that helps to... that helps him to survive.""The alpha is

In situations like this, Isabella always thought things through. Rejecting the Alpha's invitation for as little a bite would make her sound proud. And accepting it might make her look foolish—and maybe look like a glutton—since Damon may be trying to test her."My alpha..." Isabella started, her lips curving into a welcoming smile. "Thank you so much. But it would bring me great happiness to see you enjoy your cake and finish with satisfaction. I don't want to spoil that." It was a great speech and she was already thinking of giving herself a mental thumbs-up when his voice came again, deep and booming, echoing across the room with that earth-after-rain warm smell she couldn't resist."Surely a taste won't shorten my ration or leave me unsatisfied. It would be a great pleasure to share my meal. Come on, have a bite." When Isabella heard the spoon clinking against the tray, she thought Damon had freed the spoon for her to take over. How wrong she was! Her eyes slowly tilted up to m