The Alpha Claimed Me Deeply novel Chapter 3

 

“Ow.” I wince as I pulled my finger to my chest and hold it tightly. I had forgotten that the pan was still hot and stupidly touched it without oven mitts.

 

“Oh did the little elf burn her finger? Oh how upsetting.” Alice snarled.

 

They were still there, unfortunately. And they were hell-bent on throwing insults after insults at me. Over the years, I had grown to block them out as much as I could. But I’ll admit that their words still dented my armor.

 

I pressed my lips together and went over to the sink. I opened the faucet and let the cold water run over my throbbing finger. Their giggles had me gritting my teeth.

 

“No wonder they left her in the woods when she was a baby. I mean who would want a freak of a daughter that looked like that?” Becka’s words had my chest tightening uncomfortably and my head turning to face her.

 

Her pretty features craft into a look of disgust. “Don’t look at me freak!” She screeched.

 

I rip my eyes away from her and closed the faucet. “I hate when she looks at me with that freakish eyes of hers. They give me the chills.” She murmurs to her friends.

 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I wiped my hand on a kitchen towel. Most of the wolves in the pack could never look at me directly in the eye. They said the color of my eyes was creepy and they’d never seen anything like it before. Apparently, they thought I’d haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long.

 

I lift up the clean shiny silver spoon and looked at my reflection through the stainless steel. My light green eyes clash with the ones of my reflection. My irises were the color of a light minty green but that wasn’t what creeped them out. It was the color of my pupils. They were the color of lavender.

 

They were framed by long dark lashes. The color of my eyes clashes against the pale pink of my hair. I chewed on my soft lower lip. I suppose I understand why they see me as a freak. Sighing, I went back to making the dinner with the three wolves mocking me at every chance they got.

 

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Cooking for hundreds of wolves were a hassle and very tiring. But I did it.

 

I smiled after getting out the last meatloaf in the oven. Breathing out a sigh, I placed the pan on the top of the stove. The sweet aroma of the meat and spices made my stomach grumble out in hunger.

 

“Come on girl, set the table quickly. Dinner will be starting in half an hour.” Gomery demanded, entering the kitchen with her tight features in displeasure.

 

I nodded, swallowing my saliva. I was starving but I didn’t want to ask Gomery permission to eat. I knew she wouldn’t allow me anyway.

 

I followed her to the huge dining room quietly. There were more than ten tables that were very long and ended at the far wall. Many chairs lined around them but I know that I would never have the luxury of ever sitting on one.

 

They were for the pack members and even though I had been in that pack for many years, I wasn’t considered as one of them.

 

Gomery suddenly whirls around and has me stumbling back a step in shock. Her eyes pinned me down with heavy disgust. “You have a stench girl.” Her nose turned up to show her distaste.

 

My eyes burn as I lowered my head in shame. “I’m sorry.” I apologized. My eyes burned through the cream tiles and wished I’d burn a hole to escape this place.

 

“Whatever. Just get to work before the Alpha and Luna gets here.” She spat and walks past me. Her shoulders purposely brush against mine and I stagger.

 

I pressed my lips together to suppress my cry of shock and finally sighed in relief when I couldn’t sense her in the room anymore. Scanning my eyes over the room, dread settled in my stomach. I had a lot of work to do for such little time.

 

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I slowly placed the hot bowl of soup before one of the she wolves. She grunted and sends me a disgusted stare. “Your scent alone is enough to make me lose my appetite.”