He was butt naked.
Again.
Only this time, it was just him with no naked female or females on his bed.
Jodie stood, shocked and fascinated at once, her feet rooted to the marbled floor as she stared. He was the only naked man she'd ever seen and this was the third time she gaped at his nakedness. Her Alpha and lifemate was stretched across the length of the bed, tangled in his duvet but naked…completely naked. One arm was logged under a white pillow that supported his head, the other extended free across the bed. He had wide, bulky shoulders, and on his biceps was an old scar from a bloody fight that he won many years ago. The scar was partially hidden by the bedding, and his back was sun-kissed with a tan that extended to his narrow hips and taut backside.
His face was turned away from hers but she knew it like she knew her body. He was meant to be hers after all... although a man whore. Jodie nursed a crush on the Alpha from the very moment she set her sights on him. He was every female wolf's dream and unfortunately, he knew it. It had taken a while, but when they finally realized they were mated together, her joy knew no bounds. He, on the other hand, didn't share her sentiments. She was a daughter to one of the pack's maids and also grew to be one herself. He couldn't bring himself to publicly acknowledge her but attempted twice to reduce her to one of his women. Jodie however, held herself in such high esteem, that she couldn't accept such an arrangement. Unperturbed by her resistance, he moved on to other women, changing and discarding them like used clothes.
His name was Kenneth but he preferred Ken. Alpha Ken Romanov of the Whispering Moon Pack.
Jodie wasn't sure how long she'd been staring at his naked behind, but when he stirred, turned his face towards her, and flicked open his eyelids to reveal unfocused but brilliant black eyes, her breathing seized. She was convinced she'd been caught when their eyes locked, but he only stirred once more, the muscles in his back rippling as his face turned away again. He settled into a comfortable position and went back to sleep.
Relieved, she tiptoed into the bedroom and began to gather his discarded clothes. She spotted a freshly used condom under the bed and shoved it further away from arms reach, abandoning it alongside others he'd used over the last three months. The stash was starting to reek, and she wondered if it bothered him. He was hardly ever in the room, when he wasn't ploughing his way through another female hole, or getting ready for the day. So it's possible he hadn't been around long enough to find out. Should a time come when it needs clearing, she'll make sure he gets someone else to do it. How? She had her ways. She was done clearing up used condoms, soggy napkins or tissue papers, and empty oil bottles after him and his fellow whores. Something had to change.
Once she was finished with the clothes, she dumped them in a laundry basket, paused to see if he was still asleep then tiptoed back to the door and shut it quietly.
Being a very wealthy Alpha, Alpha Ken lived in a mansion, in his family's estate with his mother, formally referred to as 'Mother Luna', and top pack members like his Beta, the pack's Sharma, his elite group of wolf-warriors, and some house cleaning staff. Other pack members had their houses scattered around the estate while hers was positioned on a hill close to its outskirts. She'd lived there with her mother who passed from a brief illness a few years ago. It was after her mother's passing she took over her cleaning role in the pack house.
Jodie hurried up a long hallway and disappeared through a door that led to the laundry area of the house. Her cleaning caddy and other equipments needed to scrub-clean her allotted portion of the house were set and ready for use but first, she took care of his dirty clothes. She went through the pockets of two blue jeans and a white shirt, pulling out some loose change, the customary condom that he seemed to carry in all his pockets, and a small invitation to a socialite's homecoming.
Jodie kept the money and invite in her pocket but threw away the condom. She reached into the back pocket of another clothing and found a scrap of paper with a phone number and the name Lorena scrawled on it. She squeezed it up and sent it flying into the bin too. Then she loaded the clothes into the washing machine, added a detergent capsule into the wash, and switched it on.
The door to the laundry room opened, and a young maid around her age walked in with a trashcan partially full of used condoms.
"I should fling this at you, you know?" the lady sneered. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled up to a bun on top her head, and her work clothes tightly hung to the curves of her body.
"A very good morning to you too, Rachel."
"Oh, spare me the pleasantries, Jodie. I saw what you did in my baby's room!"
Confused, Jodie frowned. Her eyes darted between the stinky contents of the waste basket and the freshly washed face of her colleague. The body wash she'd used scented vaguely familiar.
"I'm sorry, I don't quite follow. Since when do you have a child?"
And where did you get those? She wanted to add, but Rachel dropped the bin, pursued her lips as if nursing a thought and paced around the free space with an air of importance.
"I didn't mean a literal child, but now that you've mentioned it," she stopped, turning to face Jodie with a smile. "after last night, I might be with child! Alpha Ken, thoroughly worked me to the bones! The Alpha is a beast in bed, Jodie."
"What?" A sharp pain sliced through Jodie's chest.
"You heard me the first time." Rachel's face was hard as it was unfriendly. "I saw you flick a used condom under his bed. But you can imagine my shock when I bent over to discover a stockpile of trash! I'm most certain mother Luna would be displeased once this information gets to her. You'll be locked up in the dungeon again, that's for sure!"
The back of Jodie's eyes stung, and her heart trashed against her chest like a fish out of water, but she remained composed. Asides the earlier expressions of shock and confusion, her smooth pretty face gave nothing away.
"So, I see you've joined the bandwagon of his delusional one night stands."
"Shut up!" Rachael blurted, angrily. "I'm nothing like those other women!"
"What's the difference?" Jodie asked with a composure she didn't feel. "You spent the night with a notorious rake, yet somehow, think yourself special?"
Rachel pointed an angry little finger at Jodie, and struggled with colorful insults to hurl at her. The truth stung, but she vehemently refused to accept it. Someone had to pay for her humiliation and Jodie was the right fit. "I shall let mother Luna know how poorly you've done your job, and how low you think of her son! You're done, you little wretch!"
With that she turned and stormed out of the laundry room, slamming the door behind her. Jodie released an angry growl as she hurled the trashcan after her. It hit the door, and the used condoms came flying everywhere.
With Rachel gone, it was only a matter of time before mother Luna summoned her. She would most definitely be spending the next few days in the dungeon but not before giving the philandering alpha a piece of her mind, along with a brief lecture on STDs.