Chapter9

#Chapter9

I know that in the pack house there are people that help run everything. There are ones who clean, ones who cook, and well, that's all I can think of. I don't know much about a pack house, but at least I know this.

/"You don't have to do—/"

I smile again, and it's a weird feeling. /"No, it's alright. I really don't mind. It's what I'm used to, anyway./"

I seem to have caught their attention. /"Sorry, but are you not—I don't mean to sound rude—but didn't you live in the pack house, at your old pack?/"

They think I am Alpha blood. It's not their fault, anyone would. I am surprised they know I am Alpha Grant's mate, though. Maybe Theodore did do something useful and he warned them of my presence.

/"I'm not from an Alpha Bloodline,/" I say casually as if it's no big deal so they don't feel guilty for asking. /"I'm just a—well, a regular./" I smile again for effect.

Will I ever become good at simple conversation?