Chapter 7: Running Around The Castle

Rosette’s POV

Here I am, running around the castle like a Tasmanian devil, running back and forth with luggage upon luggage, getting yelled at by my pack members to get their bags to them faster. I’m just one person, going all over the damn castle, carrying hefty bags to each pack member’s room. All of the maids, butlers, staff members for other parts of the castle, hell even the guards, keep asking whether or not I need help. I mean, I appreciate it, but knowing Alpha Powell, if I accept their help, I’m going to be whipped in front of the whole pack or locked in the dungeons for a week with no food or water.

I am finally on the last bag, my grandfather’s, having run around the whole night. I get to his door, knocking on it gently. He opens the door, a frown on his face at my flushed and sweaty face, my hair almost all over the face, and my body drooping in exhaustion. He beckons me into his room, allowing me to sit and have a small breather before I have to find my room.