Mated to the Alpha King

Chapter Eleven

ZOEY'S POV

My ribs hurt, and I think the fall from the stairs must have impacted them, but I tried to endure the pain quietly, choosing to rest and gather my strength because I don't know what I'll be facing along the way.

Veronica hugged Ethan and soon the both of them were making out as if they were the only ones in the car.

Veronica was grinding, smooching, and kissing Ethan while moaning loudly.

These stupid couple's actions got on my nerves, but it was as if I was the only one in the car because no one even complained about their actions.

I don't even want to imagine what my mistress would have done to me if I was in Veronica's position.

My head hurt, my ribs hurt, I was tired, and I wanted to sleep but Veronica's annoying noise called moans wouldn't let me close my eyes a little to fall asleep.

I moved closer to the window and chose to lay my head on it. I closed my eyes and tried to tune down the noise; it worked every time as long as I got it right.

I think I had fallen asleep when I noticed that the car wasn't even moving anymore. I quickly opened my eyes thinking we were in the green pack and not wanting my mistress to nitpick on me, I quickly sat up.

But when I looked out through the window, I discovered that we were in the middle of nowhere; we hadn't reached the green pack yet.

I wondered what happened, but I didn't need to ask as the driver began to blabber everything out.

"Alpha. Luna. I'm sorry, but the car suddenly stopped." The driver informed everyone, which made everyone stop what they were doing.

Ethan took a glance at me, I wonder what he was doing that for these days. Maybe he thought I'd be hurt because he was smooching someone else who wasn't his mate. I shifted away from his gaze without any expression.

My mistress's eyes flashed with anger, and she fired at the driver. "What did you mean the car stopped suddenly? Didn't you check the car's condition before we went out? Did you want us to be late?" Mistress glared at the poor driver which made him shake in fear.

"I did and it was perfectly okay." The driver replied. "But now..."

"What can we do about it?" Alpha Blake cut to the chase, immediately. Ever since what happened with Alpha Aiden and Clara, Alpha Blake seems to grow up overnight. Maybe it was due to the humiliation he was going through because of the incident, or it was because he was still finding the evidence that I prayed that the moon goddess wouldn't let him see.

"I need someone to push the car in order to check if the car just had a temporary issue I can fix myself or if what we need is a capable car repairer." The driver replied in a calm voice.

I noticed the driver's voice was calmer when he was talking to Aloha Blake than when he was talking to my mistress.

"That's not a problem." Mistress suddenly said with an evil smirk that sent a churn of fear down my spine. "We have someone to push the car." She said and turned to me.

"Go down to push it." My mistress commanded, which shocked me.

"Mistress..." I called anxiously. How do I push a car in my condition? My whole body hurts. I'm hungry, I have little to no energy left.

"Everyone is in luxury compared to you. Because you're sitting in the car with us, do you think you're in the same position? Now get the hell down." She yelled at me with darkness in her eyes. I was sure that if not that she was trying to preserve my energy, she'd have whipped me with that belt of hers.

My lips quivered, and my eyes stung with unshed tears. I'm just tired of this life. Tired of days to come, what do I do?

There was Ethan and Alpha Blake: the Alphas who can push the car easily without having any stains on them, but my mistress would rather use me as the sacrificial lamb.

I soon began to push the car, but the car didn't even budge at all, which showed how weak I was. How does she even expect a weak person to push a car?

Seeing that I was yet to push the car away from its position, my mistress yelled at me. "Would you push the car now or would you make my whip push you to?" She yelled, which made me pale.

I would rather not face that wicked whip again, I thought solemnly and without knowing where I got that energy from, I began to push the car.

But, despite how much I pushed, the car didn't start at all but my madam who was all about my misery asked me to continue pushing.

I was now sweating profusely, my clothes were dirty, and mud was stuck to my clothes and shoes; one thing I knew is that if I finally arrived at Green pack, a person like me would definitely be an outcast.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally started.

"The car started." The driver yelled happily which made me fall on my butt, panting so hard.

"If you want to complete your journey with feet, don't enter the car within one minute." My mistress yelled at me in anger.

I swore that she was definitely unhappy with how the car started. Perhaps, if she can, she'd rather watch me push the car to Green pack. Still, I hurriedly entered the car.

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The only thing I love about Green pack is that I was able to have time for myself; stay free without having to do any work.

Having food to eat to my contentment. I wish I had a hidden pouch or space; I would have hidden some of the food; they are very delicious.

Most of the attendants here are people who don't seem to care about eating. They're just excited about meeting the green pack Alpha's son that they avoided everything.

Did I forget to say that I was the subject of their ridicule due to my appearance, and so I became an outcast among the group of rich werewolves?