radicalducati My Cursed Sadistic Alpha: Part Two: Beginning
My Cursed Sadistic Alpha: Part Two: Beginning
Six Months Later
Athena
"Sweetheart, have you packed the parcel yet? That arrogant bloke might be here anytime soon," Shelly's voice, draped in an extremely thick British accent like always, came floating in my ears.
"Almost done, Shelly babe!" I yelled out from the other side of the huge kitchen that currently had more than ten people working, putting their best in their jobs. The fresh aroma of freshly baked pastries was coasting in the air, and some of it wafted into my nostrils which I, to be very honest, did not complain about at all— The entire kitchen smelled delicious.
My wolf rolled her eyes, slumping back in my head and letting me know her extreme distaste for Shelly's accent and this sight of her caused a small laugh to slip past my lips.
It astonished me how my wolf could get so moody sometimes and act like those high-school mean girls— She had different moods and, today's one was one of those that have always turned out to be a hassle to handle. However, I was happy to get through her mood swings just like she went through mine— Ever since I got her, life couldn't have been easier.
Though the events behind it.... terrified me and constantly reminded me of my loss that I could never recover from. If only we could change the past and fix the future! The wounds were still fresh. I still felt empty just like that moment when the last meaning of my life was snatched. The grief would never fade but I had to go through it and deal with the pain that'd always sting, cut sharp like a dagger and make me bleed each time.
I broke away from the chain of my thoughts and emitted a chuckle.
"Okay, stop! I don't get it what problem do you have with her accent," My hands worked on putting the last piece of the assorted cake in its place before I finally wrapped it all up in a box, carefully to not ruin the finally done art on each of them by Shelly.
I put the sticker of our bakery on the top of the seal— Butternut Bakehouse—And picked a bag from the stack of vibrant red bags, putting the box of the cake inside it, still cautious and gentle.
'I don't really have any problem with her, it's just that British accent has never sounded so bad before her.'— It was my interpretation of what she stated to me in a rush and amidst her low grumbles.
"We really haven't had a fair share of hearing different forms of the British accent."
"Well, we have and it was you who didn't pay attention but I am always wide awake and full ears. So, I know— Shelly has the worst form accent to ever exist." This time she spoke clearer, somewhat determined to win this argument that wasn't even an argument if inspected correctly.
But, She indeed had a point...
Shelly kind of made English sound terrible, like a whole different language. But despite my slight and my wolf Elena's huge dislike for her accent, none of us could deny that we really adored her.
"But mind to elaborate how you being full ears helps me anyway with baking? And not to mention the packaging process which you seemed to hate the most."
This seemed to get her and I felt her getting embarrassed, and the light beige furr at her cheeks almost seemed pink to me at that moment when she fought hard with the embarrassment.
"That was mean!"
"Well...it's not only you who has the right to be mean," I laughed before I headed to Shelly, knowing my wolf would let me be at peace at least for the rest couple of hours.
"Here, it is done." I handed the package to shelly, puffing out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank god it is done!" She clapped her hands together, and passed the parcel to Gloria who would do the rest of the job.
"I'm so sorry for the extra work today, sweetie," Shelly turned to me after finishing putting the cookies into a box, "We got a huge amount of orders today and you know that I can't just let this chance go since I want to clear my debt and the bank loan. I know it must have been too much work for you and everyone else, and I am sorry for this extra pressure of work.....This is my father's bakery and I just don't want to lose it." Her voice dropped a bit yet she flashed me a small smile, her eyes lightly creased from the sides.
This bakery belonged to Shelly's father. After his demise, Shelly has been running it on her own since an early age. But in this small town, it was hard for her to actually turn it into a successful business and keep it smooth when the price of the goods nearly doubled every month and rose higher and higher every day, life eventually became harder for her and now, she has huge loans to pay back with even more sum of interest and her business was fully consumed, knees deep in debt.
This was one of the oldest bakeries here but the huge factories that supplied the demands faster with the advantage of their advanced technologies and machines easily overshadowed the beautiful handmade bakes of this bakery even though none of the things made by the factory could actually compare to the recipes Shelly got from her father.
I have huge respect for this woman. She had gone through a lot in her life yet she did not let this world snatch the colours from her life, she has not given up, and did not let the kindness within her die. She was the sweetest person I have met in this entire lifetime who helped me at the moment when I didn't have anywhere to go or anyone by my side; I'd forever be grateful for everything she has done for me— She did not deny to help me even if she was dealing with her own struggles.
"Hey, it's okay, Shelly," I held her hands, "All of us know how important this bakery is to you and trust me, I am more than just happy to be able to help you through it. And it's not too much work at all, besides, when we have got such a loving owner how could anyone ever have complaints! You are crazy for thinking that we are having a crisis over here just because the workload is a bit more than usual."
"Gosh, you are such a sweetheart," She smiled and pulled me in a hug.
"Thanks for the compliment, now listen to me very well my little oldie," I patted her back, comforting her as I knew Shelly was truly going through a hard time and even the slightest comfort I could offer would help a lot, "Don't stress about anything. We'll be able to get through this and this bakery isn't going anywhere."
"I am not an oldie," She pinched my cheek and a small hiss tore from my throat, "I am still super young and beautiful."
Oh, I must have completely forgotten to mention that Shelly had an incurable disease— Thinking that she's forever young.
"Yeah yeah," I rolled my eyes, to which a gasp of disbelief left her mouth.
"So you are denying that I am beautiful?!"
"No," I couldn't contain my laugh anymore, "I am just trying to tell you that you are not young anymore my dear Shelly— Sixty-two isn't such a young age."
"Athena...you," She began with her threatening voice, appearing pissed to be reminded of the fact that she was actually old.
"I'm heading off to work," Supressing my snicker I headed to the other side of the kitchen.
"Wait, come back right here I say!"
"You called her old again?" Eliot asked with a throaty chuckle as he saw me sauntering back to my work spot.
"Yeah, it's always the same amount of fun you know."
"Athena, come right here!" Shelly's voice rang, she stood there, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at me which caused a few low snickers from the workers to echo throughout the room.
Nothing could be more amusing than seeing a late middle age woman arguing with all of her dedication just to make everyone believe she was still young.
"Shelly, let me remind you I still have many more orders to pack and a few of them are actually for those arrogant customers you have mentioned just an hour ago," I laughed and walked to my work spot, sparing her only one glance before I began with packaging the rest of the parcels, sliding them to the counter next to mine--to Penelope, "So you chose whether you want to continue the argument or let me work in peace so that it gets done faster and save you from the yelling of those sweet-sweet customers."
She fell silent for a solid minute, and that duration was enough to let me guess her upcoming reaction and guess what? That was indeed a piece of good news for me.
"That's smart of you, young lady. But don't think you are spared, you'll have to face my wrath later."
I couldn't help the laugh that left my mouth. The Definition of Shelly's Wrath was— Tasting her baking experimenting first and to say the least, they never turned out hideous enough to be considered a punishment, they'd always come out extremely delicious and this was another of the reasons why I loved pissing her off— A chance to taste mouthwatering bakes wasn't so bad after all, was it?
"I love facing your wrath, Shelly!"
And I finally put my attention back on my job. Tuning down the response from Shelly and the rest of the murmuring of the workers in the kitchen. Slowly but I wholly zoned out, drowning in the world inside of my head where I have kept the incomplete puzzle-like fragments of my life stored, in the dark and beyond the discovery.
So many good things happening in life, yet why I found myself trying to explore the memory of those nightmares again where all I could find was pain? Just pain...