The Possessive Alpha King And His Fated Queen

AUDREY

"Move over broom," I hissed, pushing the long equipment over to the other side of the supply closet. Pulling my legs closer, I grumbled when my page flipped closed.

Fiddlesticks!

Nibbling on my lips, I hastily flipped through the excess pages, looking for my bookmark. "Audrey! Audrey!" Luna's highpitched voice echoed through the hallway, bringing me to a halt. I stopped breathing, afraid she'd hear me and find my hiding spot.

Sugars

"Where is this girl?" Her footsteps neared the closet doors, my breath getting caught in my throat at her close proximity to catching me. I let out a shaky breath when her footsteps faded away, giving me enough time to get out and run to her.

Pushing the creaking doors open, I stuck my head through, letting my eyes wander all over the hallway. The coast is clear. Sighing in content, I slipped out, closing my book and hiding it under the many napkins that resided in the closet. Promising to come back and find my bookmark, I whispered a quiet 'goodbye' and shut the doors. I tiptoed out of the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

I halted in my steps, almost smacking my face straight into the Luna. She stood there, hands on her hips, her scrutinizing gaze on me. Her nose was scrunched up in distaste, her mouth twisted in an ugly scowl.

Yikes.

"Audrey, I have been looking for you all morning."

Liar

"Sorry, L-luna," I apologized, bowing my head in surrender. I stared at her ballet flats, not wanting to look her in the eyes and have her punish me for being disrespectful.

The last thing I wanted was to be whipped again or, worse, starved. I'd been on good behavior ever since my last punishment, but I had a feeling it wouldn't last, at least not now that the young Alpha was back home. "Do you need me for anything?" I asked, offering my help before she'd ask for it, hoping my well strategized tactics would work in appeasing her anger.

Honestly, I was always getting into trouble for responding to calls late or never answering at all, most getting me punished. I couldn't help myself, really. I'd rather answer late than have anyone find my hiding place; it was my escape from everything. I'd go there all the time to read or just cry whenever everything got so hard and suffocating. I had to remind myself why I was here and putting up with all this. Just a few more days and I'd be out. I would be eternally grateful for the books I stole from the pack library.

No one ever went in there anyway, so I figured no one would notice and they didn't. Those books saved me from breaking down or just flat out having one of my meltdowns. It kept me in check. I'd spend hours cooped up in the supply closet or in the Alpha's private garden, reading and spending time with the gorgeous sunflowers. It