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ounding in protest. Memories of the previous night were hazy at best. All I cou

uscle ached, and I couldn't shake the feeling of something being terribly wrong. Was I drugged last night? Did something aw

ght, well mine anyways. I heard a

have been real. I was alone in my room. Fear gripped me as I searched for

nded oddly familiar. Yet I still didnt know who was talk

ut yet. Ill just tell you. I'm

possible? I'm wolfless. Questions flooded my mind, but amidst the confusion, a sense of relief washed over me. I must hav

ined why every part of my body was sore. but still. Your first shirt

ust me, you were magnificent," she replied. "As for yo

stay in control and let you rest. You seemed really tired. It was your first shift, after all," she chuckled softly. "I stood up and shook out my coat, and when I looked u

was delicious?" I ask

found our mate and, well, you kn

, my mind is fuzzy, I ache all over," I sa

d then he marked me," she said, amused. "

uld you allow this to happen? How could you be so careless?" Shock rippled t

human side didn't mate and mark, you could still go talk to him, get to know all of his... ap

to get ready or i'm going to be late for my first shift an

me out, I'm really

g with all the aches and pains still radiating through my body would be hard enough, but I c

r and swallowed the pills. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I noticed an unfamiliar glow surrounding me. Decid

she were privy to something I wasn't. I couldn't shake the feeling that she might have been awake when I stumbled i

tone carrying a hint of curiosity. "You were out late

rry if I woke you. It was my birthday. Just went o

mly. "No worries, dear. As long as you h

replied with a sheepish grin, feeling a weight lift off my s

ung. You should enjoy your youth while you can. Otherwise, you'

sks for me," I reminded her. "I'm ready to

shuffled a stack of papers around on the desk for a

aid, her voice fill

itchen and dining areas haven't been used for guests in quite some time; I only use th

eds are made. I strip everything down once a week and wash it, even when there hasn't been a guest. I like keeping everything clean and smelling fresh. I already started a load of linens this morning, and I have a few more to go before the r

rds the kitchen to gather supplies. As I moved, the pain in my body had finally

ured into each room, feeling a sense of purpose wash over me. The sunlight st

ingled with the fresh air, revitalizing the space. As I wiped down the surfaces, I discovered forgotten trinkets l

efforts. But I persevered, determined to leave each room sparkling clean. The sound of my fa

on, from dusty and neglected to bright and welcoming. As I vacuumed the carpets and fluffed the pillows, I im

rveyed my handiwork with pride, knowing that I had done my best to fulfill Mrs. Delany's expectations. With a con

t task on my agenda.I checked the fridge, but it was mostly empty, not surprising since Mrs. Delaney likely didn't eat much. I decided

indow and ordered a simple sandwich and coffee. As I waited, I enjoyed the cozy at