Alpha Switch

chapter two.

"You...." Alpha Rogers frowned, thick blank lines appearing on his face which was tan from the sun.

Mira heart drummed but a wave of a hand was all it took for her Alpha to shut up.

Without sparing her a look, the important guest walked right past her and leaving behind a deep warning look, Alpha Roger and the team of pack warriors and a mix of strangers behind him also followed.

Mira exhaled shakily from her mouth, the distinct metallic taste of blood spreading on her tongue which she had unconsciously been biting down on.

It was an habit she developed unknowingly a long time again. Even she herself didn't know when it happened. Mira prayed that whatever happened today would be the end of it.

She didn't want to get in trouble. Trouble and fights was what she hated the most but she always find herself falling into one pit or the other.

Her limbs heavy from the shirt fright, Mia took a bit more time than needed to reach the house.

They lived in a three bedroom bungalow. One of the many privileges which was given by the pack to her father, Julian, who was the pack doctor.

An oppressive air weighed down on her as she stepped into the house. Taking off her shoes, Mira walked into the living room to see Friday seating on the dirty brown couch, watching a cartoon.

The little boy had a round shape, looking like an overfed ball, with a cute and chubby face. His legs were short and could hardly reach the ground, swinging back and forth.

He merely glanced at her before looking away, pretending that she wasn't there. The teacher had told Mira that Rory' her brother was the one who came to pick Friday from the school so she wondered if he was still home.

Clearing her throat she asked in a quiet voice. "Is your father home?"

There was no reply as the little boy continue to watch his cartoon, ignoring her.

"Friday." Mira pursed her lips and called softly. "Friday...."

"What......" Her nephew let out a loud groan, rolling his eyes as he turned to look at her accusingly. "You are disturbing my movie, now I couldn't hear what they said."

"I am sorry." Mira quickly apologize not wanting to face his temper.

With a huff, he looks back to his cartoon, citing. "Dad went out. You didn't come so I ask the teacher to call him. Mom knows, I will tell grandpa too when he comes. You are going to be in trouble. You are always in trouble, why didn't you come pick me up I had to wait with that smelly maria...mom said not to play with her." His tone was light and cheery but Mira felt nothing other than coldness.

The familiar feeling of powerlessness eneveloped her. Standing still for a few seconds, she shrugged off the depression, before walking over to pick up Friday's bag which was thrown on the floor.

She asks. "Have you done your homework?"

"No." He replied immediately this time. "Come on. We have to do your homework before your mom returns." Mira persuades tiredly.

The little boy smash the remote control he was holding on the ground, telling defiantly. "I don't want to."

Mira didn't blink, already used to it. "We have to, or your mom will be mad."

"I don't care!!" Friday wraps his arms around himself, burrowing his big body into the couch.

Mira was about to persuade him more when she realised it was going to be weekend tomorrow. There wasn't going to be school the next day. Releasing a sigh, she says softly. "How about this, we leave it today and do it tomorrow? Okay?"

Getting no reply, Mira tried again. "Okay?"

"Fine, fine. Go away." Friday sat up with a grudgingly. Going to her room, she kept her worn out sandal behind the door, changed into the house slippers before walking to the kitchen.

The door of the fridge gave a shrill creak as she slowly pull it open, afraid that it might just fall apart one day.

Her hands hurt from peeling too many potatoes and exhausted plagued her mind yet dinner wouldn't cook itself. Not cooking would only add to the pile of trouble.

Less than fifteen minutes pass the kitchen door creaked open and a set of footsteps enter. Glancing back, Mira saw that it was Friday's mom, Hailey.

The short haired lady was wearing a knee length flair skirt and a word out yellow top. She looked in her early thirties with a slightly tired look on her face and a scorn she directed at Mira.

Mira stepped aside, giving her space as the other lady walked to the cupboard to grab a glass cup.

Although they both live in the same house they don't talk much. And apart from asking her to do chores, Hailey mostly ignored her. Hailey turned on the tap, filling up the glass with water.

Carrying out the whole process without a word. On her way out she ran into Rory who just returned. "You are back." Hailey voiced plainly.

"Hmm..." He answered absentmindedly, looking past her and to Mira. From his expression Mira could tell he had a very bad day, and whatever it was would be transfered onto her. Sure enough, he walked towards her. Rory was tall, very tall.

At least for Mira he easily towered over her with his big, rough figure.

"Where were you?" Mira let out a voiceless yelp as he gripped on her arm tightly. A little more strength and her arm bone would easily snap into two.

As an omega such strength was something Mira couldn't bare as she pressed down on the discomfort in her chest. "I was at the kitchen. There was a lot to do and I couldn't leave."

"Do you know how long he was waiting? His teacher had to call me to pick him up more than an hour later, do you understand busy I am?"

"I am sorry." Mira grimaced as he shook her harshly, her vision spinning with a churning bubble rising in her stomach that made her one to puke.

Yet there was nothing in her stomach that could he thrown up.

"Why is the food still not ready by now?" Rory eyes gleamed with anger as he looked around the kitchen.

"I am sorry. It's almost done."

"Why are you so useless, you can't even get one thing done right? Are you stupid, do you have water in your brain? Why are you so dense?"

Mira pressed her lips into a thin line unable to retort.

Sometimes she wondered if it was her fault.

Since it always looks like so. After a long moment to the venting, Rory threw her to the side with a warning glare then storms out of the kitchen.

Supporting herself with the counter, Mira gently massaged her terribly aching arm. It was the same arm she ran into the strange alpha with and he older brother only made it worst.

The arm up to the fingers was terribly cold, and Mira had to flex it for a while before she regained full mobility.

With a blank look, she used the hem of her shirt to wipe the sweat on her face then resumed cooking.

After the food was ready, she set the table before withdrawing to her room to eat.

The dinning room had enough chair to fit her but she wasn't allowed to sit there.

Sometimes she felt like a servant in her own home.

After turning eighteen, Mira thought she would be able to get away by going to study at a university in the city outside the pack but her father refused to sign the agreement form for her to leave the pack.

It has been a year now and Mira had been working in the pack's kitchen. Her dream to be a doctor was now nothing more than a delusion instead she worried about the work she has to do tomorrow.

Maybe it was because of the new guest the kitchen had been very busy ever since the morning and Mira feared it would also be the same tomorrow.