The Omega For Sale

The list of chores seemed impossible to complete even if I were given four days to accomplish them. So the time frame that the Alpha had just given seemed impossible and I gulped as a result.

“Is there a problem Freya?” The Alpha asked and I furrowed my brows at his tone of voice.

He sounded condescending, like he knew it was impossible to accomplish the chores he had set out for me but he still wanted to do it just to be mean.

The realization filled me with anger and I pursed my lips in reaction, doing my best to subdue my emotions and not let it get the best of me.

I knew just how badly that could end for me, so instead I cleared my throat and forced my face into a blank mask.

“None Master.” I replied curtly and he smirked in return.

“Well that’s wonderful. Be sure to tick the list as you go and be rest assured that if you tick a chore you haven’t done and I find out, which I will, you’ll repeat that chore fifteen times over.” He said simply, before moving from the table and exiting the room.

I watched his retreating frame, seething silently in my spot. I couldn’t exactly figure out what exactly it was, but it seemed like there was a change in the Alpha’s attitude towards me.

It could easily be as a result of my slacking off this morning but a part of me couldn’t help but think it was more than that.

The energy the Alpha had towards me was completely different and it meant there was definitely something more.

“Do you ever plan on moving from that spot or are you just going to stand there observing those plates?”

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I didn’t need to look to know who the voice belonged to. This was the last thing I needed in my day that was already soiled.

Sighing heavily, I set out to clear the dishes. The food had been barely eaten. I guess that shows the level of the Alpha’s unhappiness with me this morning even if I had not exactly prepared the food.

I dropped the dishes into the sink once I made it into the kitchen and set out to start washing them.

“Let me take it from here Freya, thank you.” Christie chirped from behind me. Jessy was trailing after her.

The two had formed a weird closely knitted bond that surprised me. Whenever I couldn’t be with Jessy, then she was attached to Christie. And the latter never seemed to mind that Jessy kept following her around like a tail attached to one’s back.

In fact whenever she wanted to leave a room she always called for Jessy to go with her and the little tail that my daughter was, left whatever she were doing in the moment and trailed obediently after her almost like a dog followed it’s master.

It was becoming harder and harder to see the two apart.

“What’s the problem? Why do you have that sulky look on your face?” Christie asked, breaking me from the reverie I had buried myself into.

“I have a long list of chores I need to get to.” I said, producing the list from my pockets where I had tucked into earlier.

Rearrange the closet.

That was the first thing on the list and I frowned. The Alpha’s closet was huge. It was a room on its own. It was divided into different sections.

Shoes, suits, regal wears, lounge wears, accessories. It was going to take more than myself to get a head start at all.

Tears stung at my eyes when it dawned on me again that I would be unable to get quarter of the list done before the Alpha was back.

It was obvious this was going to be a cycle. He was going to punish me for everyday I couldn’t finish the chore until I finally did, no matter how long it took.

“Wow, you have to do all of that? What happened? Did you upset him?” Christie asked, shock dancing in her depths when she read through the long list of chores in my hands.

“I slept in.” I simply said.

That wasn’t it. Just couldn’t be, but that was the only excuse I could give her.

“I’m going to hurry with this and join you. There’s no way you’ll be able to go through half that list alone even if you had six hands and you don’t.”

There were a lot of things that could go wrong with Christie helping me, but it didn’t look like I had many options here. If she didn’t help me I would get punished and if she did help me, I could still get punished.

There was no winning situation here for me, so I knew it was best I took what I could get.

“Thank you.” I said.

Calling Jessy to myself I gave her a small head kiss before moving to gather the cleaning supplies and moving out of the room, in the direction of the Alpha’s room.

Standing in his huge closet, I couldn’t decide where to begin from and, from the look of how most of the things were disorganized, he had purposely done this, just to make my job even more complicated. I bit my lips in anger, before setting out to work.

Hours later, still found me in the closet. I had one last section to finish. Exhaustion threatened to claim every part of my body, but I struggled to go on.

As I pulled a drawer that held his ties, a small purse caught my attention. Mainly because it was a feminine purse. It sparked my interest.

I had found a lot of the Alpha’s personal stuff in the course of cleaning the closet and I basically ignored them or arranged them into where they were supposed to be, but this one called for me to take a peep into its contents and I did.

The moment I pulled open the purse, a set of Polaroid pictures fell out of it onto the floor.

Picking them up, my eyes widened in shock when it fell upon the picture.

It was the Alpha and a woman.

My heart stuttered when I caught the large smile on the Alpha’s face. The next picture was even more beautiful than the first. It looked like it had been taken when he was mid laugh and his usual stoic face morphed into something even more handsome.

The hard lines of his jaw relaxed and his eyes were the softest I had ever seen. He had his arms slung around the woman’s shoulders and the woman was laughing too.

The woman looked familiar. I couldn’t think about where I had seen her, but I knew there was something very familiar about her.

The picture in general was beautiful.

I tucked them back into place and placed the purse where I had found it.

With a new question milling in my mind.

Was the rumors true?

The woman in the picture could have easily been his friend, there had after all been no sensual energy between them in the picture, just pure happiness and laughter.

But it left many options open.

It didn’t really matter what it is, or what it was. It wasn’t like it changed anything for me, I was just curious about the situation.

There was a look in the Alpha’s eyes that was deep. Almost like it was an entryway to many deep, dark things and I just really wanted to take a peek into it.

***

The sun was beginning to set, which indicated that it was evening. Which in turn meant the Alpha would be home anytime soon.

Panic settled in my stomach. Christie and another maid, Catherine had helped me a lot. But I still had a few things on the list to tick.

I was grateful to both girls, because I knew there was no way I would have gone this far without their help but now to focus on getting this completely finished.

I was currently cleaning the punishment room, which was by far my least favorite chore so far.

There was a chance I was going to end up here at the end of the evening anyway so I better made sure the tools were in the best condition to bring me pain.

I rolled my eyes at my train of thoughts.

I tried to pull on the drawer that held some items, but it seemed stuck. I pulled hard at it but it wouldn’t budge.

I had half a mind to let it go and move on with other chores, but my worry that the Alpha would chose to inspect every chore closely, kept me from doing that, just the way it had kept me going throughout the day.

The drawer opened slightly and I stuck my fingers through the opening to try to pry it open and in a bid to do exactly that my hand caught in between the drawer and got stuck there.

I bit my lips to keep a scream from bubbling out, it felt like my entire fore finger had been ripped out. I struggled with getting my fingers out and when I finally did, the sight of my fingers caused the tears to fall faster down my face.

There was blood dripping from where the drawer had slammed my hand against the sharp edges of the roof of the drawer and my fingers looked scrunched.

Picking up the rag that I had been working with, I wrapped it around the bleeding then made my way out of the room.

Just as I entered into the kitchen, I heard the front door open, signaling the Alpha’s presence. Just my luck.

I hurried to the tap and pushed my bleeding fingers under the cold water, hissing when the water hit my fresh wound. I didn’t heal very fast like most wolves, so this would take a while to close up.

The bleeding for some reason refused to stop and I knew I had to find a way around it at least a way to cover it till I finished serving the Alpha his food.

“What the hell happened to your fingers Freya?” Christie screeched beside me and I flinched lightly, since I had not been expecting her loud voice.

“Got stuck in a drawer.” I mumbled, focusing on running more water on it.

“That looks nasty. The Alpha is settled in the dining room, waiting for his dinner. I could get you a handkerchief to wrap around that real quick and once you’re done, I’ll help you with treating.” She offered and I gave her a small smile in appreciation.

Christie dashed out of the room, to get the handkerchief I assumed while I began putting the dishes that she had already set out into a tray.

She came back with the handkerchief and helped with wrapping my fingers. In no time the blood had formed red splotches on the material, I ignored it, picking up the tray and moving in the direction of the dining room.

I met the Alpha with his arms folded over his chest and a faraway look in his eyes. The last thing I wanted was to interrupt whatever he was thinking, but it was too late to go back out now that I was within the space.

I had just begun setting the table when the Alpha took a deep sniff of the air around me, just the way he had done at the auction house.

“You’re hurt.” He simply said and I swallowed. The tone of his voice, was the softest and most gentle version I had ever heard it.

I could only nod my head at his words even when I knew it wasn’t a question. He kept looking at me for what felt like minutes, before his eyes roamed my frame and soon they were connecting with the handkerchief that was soaking through with my blood.

His eyes darkened when they locked on it. He rose from his seat and began walking out of the room.

“Come with me.” He instructed.