Claimed by the Alpha's Love (Tori and Lucas) novel Chapter 4

Tori's POV:

Alexander's eyes swept over my dust-covered clothes with clear dissatisfaction.

Before I could answer, Lydia appeared with fresh linens.

She froze when she saw the gathering.

"Lydia," Alexander immediately addressed her. "Why does Tori look like she's been crawling through the attic?"

"Sir, I..." Lydia hesitated, clearly uncomfortable being caught between family members.

"Miss Mia suggested accommodating Miss Sullivan in the old quarters of the abandoned west wing. She's currently preparing the room."

Before the conversation could continue, Hannah appeared from around the corner.

Her eyes lit up instantly at the sight of Lucas Grayson, and she quickly approached with an eager smile, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the hallway.

"Alpha Lucas! What a delightful surprise," she gushed, smoothing down her already immaculate silk blouse."I had no idea you were visiting today."

Lucas nodded politely, his expression polite but reserved. "Mrs. Price."

I froze at the name. Lucas. As in Lucas Grayson, Alpha of the Grayson Pack? The most powerful werewolf in Moonhaven?

Lucas met my gaze and asked Hanna, "Who's this? I thought you only had two daughters."

Hannah blinked, finally noticing my dust-covered presence. Her smile faltered, a flicker of displeasure crossing her features before she composed herself.

"Oh," she said, her tone cooling noticeably. "This is Tori, my daughter from my previous relationship."

She emphasized "previous" as if it were a disease. "She's recently returned to us after... some time away."

Hannah's eyes narrowed as she glanced between Lucas and me.

"I hope she hasn't offended you in some way, Alpha? "

"Not at all," Lucas replied smoothly, though his gaze lingered on me with an intensity.

"However, it seems you have some household matters to address."

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes—a primal response quickly suppressed.

He maintained his Alpha composure, only the slight flare of his nostrils betraying his agitation.

He moved to stand by the fireplace, clearly intending to observe how this would unfold.

Alexander's face flushed with embarrassment as he glanced at the imposing figure beside him.

His jaw tightened. "Find Mia and bring her here. Immediately."

The familiar click of Mia's heels announced her arrival, soon.

"You are back, Daddy?" Her voice was honey-sweet until she noticed me. Her eyes widened in theatrical surprise. "Tori! What happened to you?"

The performance was so convincing I almost applauded.

"Would you care to explain why Tori is living in the abandoned west wing?" Alexander asked, his tone carefully controlled.

Mia's expression shifted to innocent confusion.

"The west wing? I never said she should stay there."

Lydia's face paled. "But Miss Mia, you specifically said—"

"I would never put anyone in those awful old rooms," Mia interrupted, her eyes wide with false sincerity. "Honestly, Lydia, how could you think I'd be so cruel?"

"Miss Mia, please," Lydia's voice trembled with urgency. "I would never make such decisions on my own."

Mia turned to her father, eyes wide with manufactured innocence.

"Daddy, you know I would never do something like that!"

Before Alexander could even react, Hannah instantly assessed the situation and stepped forward, her eyes flashing with protective maternal instinct—not for me, of course, but for Mia.

"That's enough," Hannah said, her voice sharp as she pointed at Lydia. "Pack your things and leave immediately. We don't tolerate liars in this house."

Lydia's face crumpled.

She bent her head and tilted it slightly to expose her neck—a submissive gesture among our kind, especially when a higher-ranking wolf issues a command.

"Please, Mrs. Price," Lydia whispered, her voice trembling. "I have three pups at home. I need this job."

"You should have thought about that before lying about my daughter," Hannah replied coldly.

I hadn't planned to get involved.

But watching Lydia—who'd shown me nothing but kindness since my return—about to lose her livelihood over Mia's lies ignited something inside me.

"She's not lying," I said, my voice quiet but firm.

All eyes turned to me. "I was there when Mia gave the instruction."

Hannah's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Tori, I don't appreciate you making things worse."

"I'm not trying to make things worse," I continued, summoning courage. "And honestly, I don't mind the room. I've already cleaned most of it, and it's perfectly fine for my needs."

Lydia gave me a grateful look, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Mia's mouth fell open. "What? Daddy, you can't be serious! I'm not apologizing to an Omega!" She spat the last word like it was poison on her tongue.

Sensing my opportunity to escape, I quickly gathered my remaining belongings.

"I should go to school," I said, eager to escape the tension. Without waiting for a response, I quickly walked out the door.

Thirty minutes later.

I stood in front of Moonridge High School's administration office. Mrs. Sarah Blake, my assigned homeroom teacher, greeted me with unexpected warmth.

"Tori Sullivan," she said, smiling as she reviewed my file. "Your academic records from before are quite impressive. Especially in moon cycle studies."

I nodded, unsure how to respond to praise after so long without it.

Moon cycle calculation was a highly valued skill in werewolf society—the ability to precisely predict how the lunar phases affected our strength and abilities could mean the difference between victory and defeat in challenges or optimal timing for important ceremonies.

"Let me show you around," she offered, guiding me through the hallways of Moonridge High. Other students stared as we passed.

When we reached the cafeteria, Mrs. Blake explained the lunch system. "You'll need to load moon stones onto your student card."

I hesitated. "I... don't have any moon stones right now."

Understanding flickered across her face. She reached into her pocket and pressed ten small, luminescent stones into my palm.

"This should get you through the first week," she said quietly. "The school has assistance programs for students in your situation."

"Thank you," I whispered, clutching the stones.

Hannah hadn't given me a single moon stone for living expenses—not that I had expected her to.

Unlike Mia, who received a generous weekly allowance, I would need to fend for myself. The ten stones Mrs. Blake had given me wouldn't last long, and I couldn't keep accepting charity. I needed to find work, and quickly.

After submitting applications at over a dozen places, I quickly discovered how few establishments were willing to hire an Omega, especially one with my history.

Just when I was about to give up, I finally landed a position at "Moonlight Shadow," a café in Howling Plaza that catered to mixed-rank clientele.

The manager, an older wolf named Greg, had initially seemed hesitant until I demonstrated my calculation abilities by rapidly totaling complex orders with percentage discounts.

He'd raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed.

"An Omega with calculation skills like yours is rare," he'd said, offering me the job on the spot. "You'll be useful during rush hours when the register gets backed up. Come to work after school."

I nodded gratefully. It was perfect—I could attend school during the day and work evening shifts until closing.

The less time I spent at the Price household, the better.

No one there wanted me around anyway, so my absence would benefit everyone. I could slip in late at night, sleep a few hours, and leave before anyone woke up.

What I didn't realize then was how dangerous nighttime could be for a lone Omega.