Human Luna: Marked by Two Alphas

4.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a room. My body felt weak, but I slowly got up.

The state of the room made me feel a little better.

Two huge windows that let the sun shine in, a white ceiling, cream walls, a dresser, three single beds with floral bedsheets, and it's sad to admit that this is the best room I have been in for the past month.

Is this a sign that my life is getting better?

There were two doors, one I hoped would be an adjoining bathroom and the other I assumed would lead me out of the room.

Slowly, I got up and went to the other door. It was simple, with a mirror and sink, a shower and toilet.

I used the toilet first before washing my face and hands and face at the sink.

When I got out, the other door opened and the nice girl with blonde hair from earlier walked in with a tray of food, at the sight of which my stomach grumbled.

The girl laughed, and I found myself feeling at ease.

"Hey, you are awake," she went ahead and placed the tray on my bed and sat down beside it. "I brought you some food," she said, and I went and sat on the bed with the tray between us.

"Thank you..."

"The name's Gracie."

"Everly."

She nodded.

"I figured you were hungry."

I took the tray and placed it on my lap. There was a plate with two sandwiches, a bowl of lentil soup and a glass of water.

I dug in and not until no crumb or drop was left on the tray did I look up and when I did, I flushed in embarrassment.

"Ehem," I cleared my throat. "It was really nice."

It started as a low chuckle from her throat, and then suddenly she let out a full-blown laughter, and I joined her, and we laughed, with tears in our eyes, until we could no longer laugh.

"I haven't had a peaceful meal like this in a long time," I said as soon as our laughter died.

Maybe, just maybe, leaving here won't be so bad, that is, until I make my escape.

"I haven't laughed like this in a long time either. Ever since my pack got involved in the war. I am glad that I am finally able to start over again, even if it's as a maid."

"Right," I nodded. I didn't know what she was talking about, but to say I survived a war too would be an understatement.

"Anyway, we didn't get to finish our conversation earlier. Are you an omega like me? I can't sense your wolf though. Is it because you are injured or is your wolf weak? Maybe you are a witch?" Gracie said inquisitively.

I was saved from answering when the door opened. It was the red head who had saved me from answering the question earlier, and I would have thanked her if she hadn't been mean.

"What are you two doing here? The work isn't going to do itself, you know," she sneered at us and left.

"Lise is such a meanie," Gracie sighed.

So I finally learned the girl's name. Though I would like to avoid her as much as possible.

*One week later

You would think that by now, I would have gotten used to living here, in the pack house, and that I had already planned my escape, but no. Things have been so busy that the only time I have time for myself is when I finally lay my back on bed at night to sleep.

Apparently, this Luna woman has been having parties and enjoying the best of her life with the Alpha away.

I wanted to know more about the werewolves and all, but everyone, including my friend Gracie, have been too busy to sit and chat.

In one way, I was grateful for the work that kept me busy. If anything, I didn't have time to think about my life, my dad or my husband.

Gracie was among those who worked as waiters, serving food to guests, while Lize and I worked in the kitchen with others.

Even though we were roommates, Lize doesn't do so much as acknowledge my presence, which made me wish I could work along with Gracie, but a part of me reprimanded myself.

For how could I forget? The fact that I am a fugitive. What if someone recognizes me?

Sometimes I have fears like that, and sometimes I don't, because for some reason I can't pinpoint. Living here just feels different, like I am living in another world entirely.

I had finished washing my share of the dishes, while Lize and the others were either drying the dishes or putting them back in place. The chefs were about to retire for the night, and I was about to go back to my room when Gracie entered the kitchen.

"The Luna wants a dish prepared," Gracie announced, much to everyone's dismay.

The chef let out a sigh after listening to the order before going right back to work.

It meant more work for us too, so I pulled out a stool and sat down.

Gracie pulled one right next to me and sat down. Like me, she also looked exhausted. I can imagine walking around with a tray to serve people food and drinks.

"Ugh! I could sleep for a whole day after this," Gracie said as she rubbed her eyes.

"Right?" I yawned. "I do wonder how things will be like since today's the last day of the party."

"Things would be much easier for everyone, including the house cleaners. And we will have more time to ourselves. Then I can tell you all about myself and I can hear your stories too," Gracie said with a soft smile.

"It seems like you have a lot you would like to say," I replied.

"Yes. I want to tell you about my parents and siblings. Stories are how you keep people alive even when they are no longer with us. I am sure you have some stories you want to share too. Your life before all the..." Gracie didn't get to finish her sentence when Lize interrupted us rudely.

"Come. We need to return some stuff to the storage room," she said brusquely and turned away. She picked one of the large pots, expecting me to follow after her.

I rolled my eyes and Gracie let out a giggle before I stood up and took the other large pot before following Lize.

The entire trip to the storage, which was in the basement and back to the kitchen, was silent.

To be honest, a part of me wanted to confront Lize about why she treated me the way she did. But then, was that really a good idea? She seemed to treat everyone the same.

By the time we got back to the kitchen, the food had already been made and Gracie had left to take it to the Luna.

I had just sat down and Lize far away from me, waiting for the empty dishes to be brought back so we could wash them when a guy walked into the kitchen, panting.

It was Sam, who had the same job as Gracie.

"What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost," Mary, one of the chefs, asked in concern.

"It's Grace," he let out, and my body turned to face him. "The Luna found her hair in her food, and I think the Luna is going to kill her," Sam said dejectedly.

"What? What do you mean she is going to kill her? Is she getting punished?" I worriedly asked, noticing how everyone's body tensed.

"No, she is literally strangling her. Before I left, Gracie had already turned blue. Luna was already in a bad mood. Why did she have to let this happen..."

Without thinking twice about it, I didn't wait for Sam to finish when I made a dash for the door when I was suddenly jerked back by a hand.

It was Lize.

"Stop. You don't want to do this," she warned.

"Are you all crazy!?" I snapped. Jerking my hand away. "I don't care who this Luna person is, but I can't let her kill Gracie," I said and made a run for it.

At that moment, if only I had known that my decision would come to haunt me in the worst way possible, and that I would spend a long time regretting it, I would have listened to Lize.