DEXTERA
“You are now the Alpha's personal maid.”
Madam Sansa's voice echoed in my ears as she delivered the announcement as casually as if she were assigning me to the laundry. I stared at her, speechless. It had been about three weeks since my disastrous encounter with Alpha Thor.
Thanks to Deucalion, who stayed true to his word, I had been allowed a full week of rest before resuming work while Roxanne treated me faithfully, checking on my injuries every single day until I was finally strong enough to move around without wincing every few steps.
For that, I was grateful.
The past weeks had given me something I hadn't expected when I first arrived in Astrald; a chance to breathe, and a chance to slowly adapt to the pack's customs at my own pace. There were still plenty of things I did
