Chapter 2 – Celeste
Celeste P O V
It was only 4am. The entire house was sleeping, but I preferred it this way. Blood Moon Pack wasn’t all bad, but the Packhouse was reserved for the ranked family and mostly unmated warriors. Almost everyone in this house was cruel and heartless. The days where I could avoid seeing any of them by finishing my tasks before they awoke, were the only good days I could remember having. The rest were filled with beatings, spittings, groping. I could only thank the goddess that raping a minor was punishable by death even here and no one had tried yet. By werewolf law, a werewolf was only considered of age once they got their wolf. Another reason I was glad they thought I was younger than I am.
My day starts the same as always, turn on all the ovens, start proofing the absurd amount of croissants, biscuits and other baking required for the day.
Clean the common areas while the proofing was taking place. One could confuse the warriors for werepigs as it was guaranteed to find bottles, plates, broken items and occasionally even body fluids from ones that managed to drink enough alcohol to get themselves drunk. Werewolf metabolism was so quick, that drinking enough to get drunk took talent and dedication.
After cleaning, the baking went in the oven as I got the batches of breakfast ready. Three types of eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, cut fruit, waffles, pancakes, toasts, shakshuka, bagels, spreads. They all went into commercial style buffet bars on either side of the dining room area. Once breakfast and baking was complete, I would begin preparations for lunch and dinner. Today, that was marinating steak, peeling and cutting potatoes, slicing onions, slicing and prepping garlic bread. Starting and filling the giant rotisserie oven so that lunch would be ready in time.
Cooking was always my favorite thing to do. Creating something delicious from the ingredients and hearing the positive comments on the food. Most of the other girls could barely manage to put together sandwiches, so it was up to me to get them set up for the other shifts. We had found over the years that this reduced the bad moods of Alpha Geoff and we could avoid some beatings. Occasionally, I was even allowed to experiment with new recipes. I was always on shift for special dinners. Alpha Geoff demanded it and the girls were happy to help as long as they didn’t have to do it themselves.
Once my prepping was done and the kitchen was cleaned up, I could do whatever I wished with the rest of my day, as long as I was not needing to help another Omega if they were sick. I started to hear movement upstairs as the first of the warriors woke up so I finished my cleaning quickly, pocketed a croissant and a couple slices of fruit and made it back to my “room” to clean up and nap.
“Celeste! Wake up! The Alpha has requested all the Omegas in the kitchen! Hurry!” I groaned. When the Alpha spoke with the Omegas, it was usually to let us know that something was not done how the Luna and her daughter wanted, and one of us would end up with a beating. Occasionally, Sandra would cry to her father with lies about being disrespected for the fun of it and everyone got a beating.
I rushed to the kitchen while trying to smooth my bed hair. My curly hair was not easy to control.
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