Imprisoned
1051 Words
I'm currently standing in front of my newly assigned room; the maids didn’t wait for a new day. They moved most of my things to this room and then asked me to move in.
What can I do? I can't be angry with them—Hank must have given the order. Letting out a sigh, I pushed the door handle and entered the room. The moment I stepped in, a gasp escaped my lips.
The room is very small and untidy. They just dumped my bags and didn’t bother arranging anything.
What nonsense! Frustrated and annoyed, I walked out of the room and approached the first maid I saw.
“Why is my room like that? Why didn’t you tidy up?” I asked, fuming.
“Luna…” The maid shivered and backed away from me. “It was Alpha Hank’s orders; he asked us to move your things and…”
“Why didn’t you arrange my room? That was the question,” I pressed, growing more impatient.
“He also asked us not to. He said you should arrange the room yourself,” she replied.
“What?”
“Yes, please excuse me.” She lowered her head and hurried off.
Hank asked them to do this? Isn’t it their duty to tidy my room? What the heck! I’ve had enough. I can't take this anymore.
I must confront him. I must confront both of them. With full determination, I climbed the stairs and went to Hank’s office.
I knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a response; I twisted the doorknob and entered. I expected to find Hank busy behind his desk, but the scene before me shocked me.
What? A scoff left my lips, and my face twisted in disgust.
Hank… Hank is with a maid. She’s sitting on his lap, his hands caressing her thighs.
They didn’t notice me immediately. When they did, the maid jumped up and tried to leave, but Hank pulled her back onto his lap.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. “What do you want?” He groaned, looking displeased by my presence.
“What do I want?” I scoffed again as I walked further into the office. It’s very clear now. It’s obvious, they don’t want me anymore.
If they don’t want me, then I’ll leave. I won’t force myself to stay. If they want to be with a maid or with Kaylee, then fine. I’ll go. They need to reject me.
Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I focused on the table and said, “I need to speak to you; it’s urgent. I also need to speak to you alone.”
“No, I’m not sending her away. Either say what you came here for or leave. I’m busy,” he growled.
“You’re busy?” My upper lip curled in disdain as I fixed my gaze on him. “You’re busy?” I repeated.
“Yes,” he answered, still holding onto the maid. She looked uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but Hank wouldn’t let her go.
“Okay then, I’ll say what I want to say. I’ll say it in front of her,” I stated.
“Yes, go on,” he encouraged, moving his other hand to the girl’s chest.
“Reject me. I need you and your brother to reject me; I wish to leave,” I said, getting straight to the point. There’s no need to beat around the bush. They don’t want me—they should let me go.
“What?” Hank scoffed, then looked directly at me. “Reject you?” He stared at me as if I’d grown a second head.
After a few seconds of silence, he let go of the girl and stood up. Sensing the drama that was about to take place, the girl ran out of the office and shut the door behind her.
Hank approached me, stopping when he was close enough. He folded his arms across his chest. “You want to leave?” He snickered.
“Yes, I want to leave,” I sharply replied.
But his response surprised me. “You can’t leave. It’s impossible,” he said.
What? I frowned at him. Impossible? Why? They clearly don’t want me, and I don’t want to stay. I'm tired of their attitude. I’ve been disrespected too many times today.
“Yes, you heard me. You can’t leave,” he repeated, holding my gaze.
Does he think I’m joking? I’m not. Why is he looking at me like I’m speaking nonsense?
He doesn’t understand what I’m truly saying. Maybe I should show him. Yes, I’ll show him and his brother.
I’ll take my things, the maids have already packed them. I’ll bring them here and show him what I mean. After making up my mind, I turned and silently left the office.
I returned a few minutes later to find him talking with his twin brother, Harvey. Oh, Harvey is here. Great!
This makes things easier. I don’t have to go back and forth between brothers; I can speak to them both directly.
Setting my two bags on the floor, I looked at them and said, “Reject me. I wish to leave,” I demanded.
But both of them stayed silent, staring at me as if I were speaking a foreign language.
About ten minutes passed, and when I couldn’t take their silence any longer, I picked up my bags, turned, and walked out of the office.
I was about to leave the pack house when four or five guards suddenly surrounded me. Before I could say a word, they took my bags and encircled me. One stepped forward, lowered his head, and apologized. “Forgive us, but you can’t leave. You’re not allowed to leave the pack house,” he informed me.
What madness?!
“What do you mean by that?” I half-yelled, tears already burning in my eyes. What is the meaning of this? Why are they doing this to me?
“The Alphas gave us an order; we are to escort you to your room. You must remain there until further notice,” he explained.
What…? Are they imprisoning me? What kind of madness is this? This is unheard of!
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