Bound To The Alpha Brothers

Chapter3

1 MONTH TIME SKIP

Claire

SLAP!

A sharp pain stung my face forcing me backwards. I closed my eyes to try

“Who asked you to rest when your work isn't finished?” The woman asked.

Words built up in my mouth but I refused to say them. It wouldn't matter anyway if I explained that I was never resting.

Once people never laid any hands on me but now I was forced to bow after being hit.

“I'm sorry Madam.” I apologized, closing my eyes. When I looked up the old woman's hardened gaze was smug

“The next time I hear of you resting on the job you will wish this slap I'd all you received.”

“Yes, Madam,” I nodded, waiting till she was signed to continue cleaning the floors.

Laughter rang around me. I turned to find the other sergeant girls openly murmuring my way, their eyes filled with glee.

I knew without a doubt that they were the reason for this. I was too drained to face them. What was the point when nothing was going to change? It wasn't the first time this had happened anyways.

Whether it was because I was from another pack or that I was new here, all the pads and servants never hesitated to pick on me, whether by spouting rumors behind my back , bumping or insulting me and their personal favorite; setting the stewardess on me.

I had no doubt that she was in on it Tom but

The longer I stayed here the more my rage grew. I resented this place and grieved everyday for my pack members and parents who I didn't even get the chance to bury.

“Claire!” I receive a second call from the stewardess turning to find her in the corner. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Here was the second line if torture. It was time for me to serve them.

I nodded, leaving the mop and bucket I was previously using while ignoring the nasty stares along the way.

From that moment when I became a slave I was beholden to them forever at their beck and call as they wished. Whether I was in the midst of work or resting, when they called, I was forced to answer and this time was no different.

I had to bear seeing their faces if it meant that I would get my revenge.

I bowed as we reached the hall.

“Alpha Mason, Aloha Derek.” I greeted before looking up.

Just as I had expected they were both there with their Lovers by their side, Teana and Hera who never failed to torment me.

“You've kept us waiting,” Hera sneered, gesturing to the wine glasses and the empty bottle.

Clenching my jaw, I maintained my composure before moving forward. Both of my so-called mates barely spared a glance at me.

‘Good,’ I thought, ignoring the small whine from my wolf.

The faster I did this the faster I could leave. Immediately after I filled out the glasses, I carried the empty bottle to take away, focusing on the exit.

I didn't see the leg sticking out in time.

The next thing I knew was the feeling of toppling over and the sound of a crash before pain.

A sharp burning sensation filled my arm. I stood up to find the floor filled with shattered glass and a light stream or red.

The champagne bottle had broken, it's broken pieces everywhere. I looked worn to find a piece lodged in my arm, red flowing through. The pain was getting worse but the laughter behind me was what brought my tears.

“Look at her. She's so clumsy isn't she?” Teana laughed. I turned to face them focused on me, faces filled with mocking and glee.

Anger swelled in my heart. I wished I could reach out and slap them. But if I did, the consequences would be too much to bear. I would be imprisoned or killed and my revenge wouldn't happen.

I turned to the Alphas, both of them looking away as if they hadn't seen a thing. They were cruel and cold and I was going to make them regret it.

Forcing away those thoughts I pasted on a forced smile.

“Excuse me.” I stood up to clean the glass, ignoring the pain and blood springing from my arm. Immediately I was done. I hid in one of the pillars before breaking down in tears.

I was trying to live for them. But it was so HARD.

“This could be different, you know.”

I tensed at the man's voice, spinning around only to meet a pair of gray eyes. It was Derek.

“What are you doing here?” I spat out, tense. The last thing I wanted was this man, my enemy seeing me in this state.

Derek smiled softly.

“I'm sorry that you're in this state. My brother was the one who made the decision and I can't overrule it,” he smiled sadly, taking a step closer.

‘Does it matter?’ I wanted to spit out but held my tongue. They are both the same either way. Murderers and monsters.

But he wasn't done. I flinched as he stepped forward.

“There's one thing I can do to help you though. A way out of this.” he said.

What way could I escape this treatment? Before I could think he grabbed me and pulled me closer, making me stumble against him. My breath hitched right before he spoke.

“Become my lover.”