Alpha Ren ✔️

Chapter Ten

Word Count: 1576

~Brielle

Not long after I had left, the Alpha's started up to their rooms for the night.

The moment their doors closed, their air in the room cleared, and there wasn't so many girls running around as if their heads were cut off. Even Mabel calmed down, allowed to head to sleep since her duties didn't require her until morning. I, however, wasn't going anywhere. I'm in charge of these girls, and I can't have a single on of them slack off.

I didn't catch sight of Ren while I was wandering around, checking that not a single thing was out of place. He must have went back to his quarters also, since it's getting late. It caught us all by surprise, though, that he cut his meeting off so abruptly.

My thoughts were consumed by Ren as I turned the corner, coming across one of the girls sitting outside one of the Alpha's room. Her job is to attend to any need of the Alpha she is assigned to until morning. Her shift would swap in another hour or so.

Except, she's dead asleep.

Walking up to her, I shake her shoulders, watching her startle out of her slumber. She seems so young to be living on this island working under Alpha Ren's name. She looks up at me with frightened doe eyes. Dark circles under her eyes suggest she hasn't been getting much sleep at all recently.

I take immediate pity on her. "You should go down to the den to sleep. I'll cover your shift for tonight."

Knowing an opportunity like this only comes once, she quickly nods, hopping out of her seat, but not without thanking me first. I'm happy to let here off. Especially since we had combed through all the obsessive girls to find ones who couldn't care less about the fact that the guests are Alpha's.

This girl couldn't care less.

Taking a seat where she had been posted, I see whose name has been slotted into the door. The room I'm tending to belongs to Alpha Isaiah. I remember the wink he sent me today, and secretly hope I'm never called into his room.

Recently, I've had enough drama with Alpha's, I could do with having no more. Especially with the way Ren reacted today to the Alpha's talking to me at dinner. I need to be professional.

The next shift worker should be here in another hour, so I just have to sit it out, and hope no one is getting into trouble elsewhere.

Just my luck, I was called into the room.

I had zoned out, going over every word that was said in the dining room today, when there was a knock from the other side of Alpha Isaiah's door - the indicator that he requests my assistance with something. Despite hoping that he wouldn't call for my help, I obligingly stand up, and open his door.

He has his back to me when I peek through the door, not wanting to be too abrasive, only helpful. He's still dressed in what he wore to dinner - dark pants a grey button down. Carefully casual, but presentable.

"Can I help you with anything, Alpha?" I ask softly.

He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he's from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water.

"Oh, you're the girl who greeted us, right?" he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. "And the one who spilt Noah's drink on his lap."

I suck in a deep breath. I knew he would mention that. "I suppose so."

A dark eyebrow raises. Whether he is mated or not, I'm not sure, but somehow, I doubt it when I consider the way he acts. He didn't seem to speak much at the dinner, but alone, I have a feeling he's much more confident about himself. All of that is irrelevant, though. I'm here to get a job done, and that will be it.