Straying Echo: Fighting to Escape an Obsessed Alpha

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ckly emptied the dryers and then ran the washers again to rid the clothes

e the massive dryers to get everything out. As I do so, I can feel Brady watching my every move with a purely animalistic gaze of desire.

p the stairs in front of him. Not wanting to provide him with the time or opportuni

saw the state of it. In three days, they had covered every single surfa

p behind me, shoving me roughly face-first against the wall and pressing

anything, just get this house cleaned up.” He growls, running

silently sobbing as tears poured down my cheeks. He had never once touched me like that outside of the basement before now, and I had hoped to be safe once we’d

for tears now. Wiping the tears from my face with determination, I started my

hing load after load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. I fold the dry laundry as so

he rooms are on a weekly sheet-changing schedule, so normally only a few rooms

are some pack members that will drop their laundry down the chute, especially if it builds up for any reason. Some absolutely will not and will leave it for me to deal with, som

y. The Beta, thank the Goddess, is relatively self-sufficient. On stripping days for his living ar

when he first took over the position. The Alpha and Luna saw

iness. Furious, they had threatened, right in front of him, that the next time they saw their B

me he and I were alone in the hallway. Since then, he has left his

the last area for the day: the Alpha and Luna quarters. I hate stripping their rooms, and they demand that it be done eve

st time in a long time. ‘Please, if you have any mercy left for me, please don’t le

moment and knocked once more, waiting for a response. Hearin

r themselves, a living room and dining room, and, of course, the master bedroom. There are

una Embry have a different take on what to do with their four spare rooms. Two of the rooms have a fully made bed in them, as

last linen-stripping day, I wasn’t

e been a freshly made bed at one point. Now, the sheets are crumpled, the blankets

o strip the bed. Once I’m done with that room, I move to the next.

r clothing from the racks and stomped on them. I carefully removed the hangers from each item and made five

y used the master bath. Removing any dirty clothes, hand towels, throw blankets, e

amazement at how fortunate I’d been that they hadn’t come home while I was

his room, and while it was overwhelming in the rest of the apartment, it’s unbearable here. Focusing on breathing t

ies and into reality. Their smell brings me back to some of the worst experien

y eyes roamed about the room, taking in the pile of sheets in the corner, and their clothes were strewn about eve

he foot of it. Jerking to a halt, I also notice the bed behind him is p

roat. This is the last place I ever want to be caught by Alpha Brady alone.

ized me entirely, making me easy prey. Brady wasted no