The Mistaken Alpha

Chapter 6

Lana’s POV

I arrive at the ruling pack house a minute before the briefing begins. I scurry into the pack house silently in case if the briefing started when someone bumps into me. None other than Alpha Ryan. It appears he was rounding the corner when we crossed paths again. He steadies me before I can fall to the ground.

I begin to apologize when he shrugs me off. He continues his conversation with a confused man beside him. Based on his appearance and statuesque, I assume he is either the beta or gamma within his pack. The man has a slight tan like Alpha Ryan’s. He also has a muscular build but is smaller in muscle size than the alpha. He is however taller than him. As he stares me down before following his alpha, I can feel the intimidation as he looms over me.

I stood there dazed for a moment as I watch them walk away from me. It suddenly dawns on me that they are going in the same direction that I need to go in. I speed up my pace, so I am just behind them as I keep my head down. I know that I am going to be late know and pray that I can sneak in the back. That thought shatters as all eyes turn towards the alpha entering the room, his companion, and me a few steps behind them.

“OH Ryan. Come stand by me.” I hear Abigail’s squeaking voice and it irritates me instantly. As I glance up to find a spot within the room for me to stand, I noticed that she is waving to him with a doe eyed look on her face. She is standing at the front of the room waving him over. She then instantly turns her glare on me. “You’re late. Word will be sent to notify Mrs. Hilden of your tardiness and the disgrace it brings upon the pack.” She says to me with a sneer. “Hurry up and get in line before you waste anymore of my time.”

I look in the direction that she is pointing to. There stands about 20 servants in the room standing in three lines. I walk over to the line, and I am glared at by the group. I wish I could shrink away but that is hard to do when the group gestures to a spot on the middle of the first row. I can feel my shoulders slouch as I take my spot.

Abigail begins to discuss all the ongoings of her birthday party bash. She tells everyone about the theme, decorations, music, food, and entertainment. She then goes on to tell us about everything we are required to do in order to make her day be “magical,” her words not mine. I listen to everything she says while I look in her direction with a bow in my head. I know not to look up but as she continues to drown on and on about the event, I feel the need to.

I brush the thought away instantly and continue to listen to her. Through her entire spiel, I learn that I will be helping to make the decorations, set up the decorations, serve the food, and clean up/ take down everything when the party is done. I begin to dread the next couple of days thinking about how I am going to manage enough energy to help set up the party let alone work the party. I hate that I must waste time on my birthday to take care of her wants.

She finally finishes by emphasizing that we will not make her look bad in front of all the visiting packs, especially not Alpha Ryan’s pack. As she says that I can see her leaning into him. From what I can see, he seems to tense under her gesture but remains where he is. His companion shifts to indicate that he is over this conversation too.

“You all know your duties and I expect those that will be creating the decorations to be back in this room in exactly 30 minutes.” I her Abigail finally croon. “You are all dismissed.” I begin to turn around when I hear, “Except for you slave girl.”

As I turn around, I feel a sting across my left cheek. I stumble back a bit and go to raise my hand to my cheek when I think better of it.

I can tell Abigail is fuming without having to look up. I just stand there and wait to hear my consequence because I know the slap was not the last of it. “If I were you, I would consider stepping very carefully. Just because it is my birthday party doesn’t mean that I won’t humiliate you in the process and have you locked away.”

I can only stand there and stare at the ground, but she continues. “Do you understand me?” I nod my head yes. “I cannot hear you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I mutter. With that she punches me in the chest and walks away with Alpha Ryan and his companion in tow. I steady myself and try to catch my breath. As I am hunched over, I can tell by the pain that I have an instant bruise.

I walk out of the house to catch some air and sun for a few minutes before I go back into the house. I hope I can be done with making decorations before I must leave for my evening waitressing gig.