The Forsaken Mate's Second Chance Alpha

Broken Bathroom

Emma POV

"This is your room," The blonde woman named Leah says and turns around to face me. She doesn't like me, I can feel it.

"Thanks," I step inside, and feel her judgemental stare on my back. "If there is anything you need, call me through that phone," she points at the telephone on the bedside table and before I can say anything, she walks away. Well, that went well. I feel that if I need anything, she is not going to help me.

My shoulders relax in a sigh, and I look around the room. It feels super cozy and inviting. The walls are a soft cream color, and sunlight peeks in through the curtains, making everything look warm and fuzzy. There's a big, comfy bed with fluffy pillows and a cozy blanket folded neatly at the foot. Comfy couches and chairs are scattered around, with a cute little coffee table in the middle. A vase of flowers sits on the windowsill, and the whole place smells amazing. It's the perfect spot to chill out and relax after a long day.

My fingers subconsciously play with the pendant on my neck as I think about how Matthews behaved earlier in the hallway. From the way he accused me, I thought I would be put into the pack house attic. But no, the room is really nice, and comfortable.

I plop down on the bed, and it's like sitting on a cloud! The mattress is super bouncy and soft, and it feels like it's giving me a big, warm hug. I sink into the pillows, and they're so fluffy, I could just snuggle up and take a nap right here.

As I look at the ceiling fan blades, my mind goes back to Matthew. So he is Charlotte's brother and the Alpha of this pack. That makes Charlotte the princess of the Night Howlers Pack. I wish she had informed me about it before I came here.

I remember his intimidating stare on me. His eyes are sharp, like a dagger. Charlotte mentioned back when we were walking that her brother is gentle. Gentle, my ass! If not for Charlotte, he would have put me in the mixer and made a smoothie out of me for breakfast.

I blow some air from my mouth, and hug the soft pillow on the side. How am I even here? Wasn't I going to end my life?

I shake my head. Let's not think about it for now. My head needs to be cleared so that I can think clearly. I touch my hair, and cringe at how rough and dirty it feels with all the sand from the beach clinging to my strands.

I need a shower right now.

I step into the bathroom, ready to wash off the day's grime, and I need to say, this place is fancy. The tiles are all shiny and clean, and there's a big, fancy mirror above the sink that makes me look way better than I actually do.

I turn on the shower, looking forward to feeling the warm water wash over me, but... nothing. Not even a trickle. I fiddle with the knobs, hoping to coax some hot water out, but instead, I'm greeted by nothing.

Well, that was definitely not the refreshing shower I was hoping for.

Changing back into my clothes, I contemplate what to do now. I desperately need a shower.

My eyes fall on the telephone on the bedside table, and I dial the number Leah told me. Goddess knows how much time has passed until I see her face. She does not look very happy being called here. "What is it?”

"Uh…the shower seems to be broken. Can you please tell someone to fix it? If there is a common bathroom, that will work too. I just need some hot water to shower," I ask as politely as I can, feeling a little uneasy by her attitude.

She scoffs while looking at her acrylic nails, "This is not a hotel where you ask for something and you get it. There is no water because this room hasn't been used for a while. You should be grateful that you are even getting a good room to stay. Use whatever there is, or don't shower. Simple." saying that, she struts away.

That is rude. I know I am not exactly welcomed, but I was only asking for some hot water. She behaved like I asked for a million dollars.

Maybe Charlotte will be able to help me. Her room is right beside me. She is my last hope.

Feeling hopeful, I walk over to her door and knock on it. The stickers on her door grab my attention, and I smile. It reminds me of my childhood.

The door creaks open, and Charlotte's figure appears before me.she sees me, "Emma."

"Hi, sorry for bothering you but the shower in my bathroom is broken. So can you tell me if there is any common bathroom I can use?"

Packhouses have common bathrooms for anyone to access, especially the warriors who need to wash off all the sweat and dirt after some hard training.

"You can use my bathroom," she raises her thumb over her shoulder, and points towards the bathroom inside her room.

"I don't think that is appropriate for me. You are the pack princess after all," she is the royalty of this pack, and I am practically just a captive who is kept under watch.

"You are my friend, so it's fine. Come." She pulls my hand, and I am dragged inside. Now that I think about it, it seems like I am always getting pulled into things by her. Not that it has harmed me in any way.

I look into Charlotte's room, and right away, it's like stepping into a whole other world. The walls are painted a bright shade of pink, with posters of her favorite characters and movies plastered everywhere. There's a big, fluffy rug on the floor, and a beanbag chair in the corner that looks super cute.

The bed is covered in a rainbow-colored quilt, with stuffed animals piled high at the foot. There's a desk by the window, covered in art supplies and doodles, and a shelf filled with books and knick-knacks.

"You have a nice room," I comment while a smile tugs at my lips. My room used to look a little like this too, except it had purple colored walls. I have always liked that color.

"Yep. Now go, get fresh." she says, and I step into her bathroom.

Relief washes over me when I feel the warm water on my skin. It has a soothing effect, and calms my tense nerves. This feels like heaven. Few minutes later, I am done taking a shower. s**t! I don't have a fresh set of clothes. What do I wear then?

Maybe Charlotte can help me. I wrap a towel over my body to cover myself, and turn the door knob. The moment I step out, my gaze meets with a pair of dark green eyes. I gasp when I realize it's not Charlotte, but her elder brother, Matthew.