Chapter 170: Torn dress
Everywhere was noisy, as people were going around arranging, and cleaning up the mansion for the guests who were going to arrive that day. Normally, guests arrive a day or two days to any event in a werewolf’s pack. But it was just an introduction, and announcement, they didn’t have to arrive early.
If it was a wedding or collaboration within the packs, it would have been a different matter. The new hires were so excited to be preparing a little for their arrival. Thankfully, the new pack house was now ready for use, they only needed their Apha to declare it open, and they would be free from too many chores.
"I want every room cleaned up, not even a speck of dust, or everyone in charge would be punished regardless of the perpetrator," Theresa warned, her hands filled with different things as she oversaw the arrangements in the mansion. These were times she truly felt like a mistress of the mansion, she enjoyed working and catering for guests.
When she married Damien’s father, he would always leave her in charge of things like these and she fell in love with the job.
Naturally, an Alpha’s mother shouldn’t be in charge of catering for the house, but she didn’t want to rot away like those other she-wolves, so she begged Damien to let her handle it. Thankfully, Damien was still lenient with her back then so he agreed.
"Theresa, we are out of fragments,"
"Theresa, the first room next to the corridor has an issue with its wardrobe,"
"Theresa, we need more flour,"
"Theresa...."