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Everything we're keeping gets piled in the bathroom before tossing all the old furniture over the balcony into the dumpster Valarie had arranged for the renovations. Once that's all out of the way, the cleaning supplies come out. Armed and ready, we start ripping up the carpet.
“Hey, Val,” Macey calls over the balcony. Valarie must have answered because she starts talking again. “Have all these rooms got floorboards under the carpet? I was expecting concrete.”
“Yeah, why?”
I look down at the exposed floorboards, all in perfect condition—they just need a good clean and polish.
“Because I don’t think we should re-carpet. The floorboards are in good condition in this room. If the rest are even half the same, you'll save a fortune by sanding them back and staining them, and if they're like this room, they'll only need a polish” Macey tells her.
“Righty-o, we'll check the others later and see what rooms can be salvaged,” Valarie calls back.
We finish stripping the smelly carpet out and toss it in the dumpster. Together, we carry the beds and mattresses up when the truck arrives, and the rest of the day is spent scrubbing the room from floor to ceiling. Valarie brings us drinks and sandwiches at lunchtime—she's so diligent about keeping us fed throughout the day that by the end of it, we are all stuffed and collapse on the couch in her studio.
“So, how many rooms are there?” Macey asks.
I realize I don’t know either. I haven’t even walked around the building yet, and Valarie said there are units out the back as well as a functions room. I feel nervous; it took us an entire day to clean and fix just one double room!
“Um, good question,” she thinks to herself like she can’t remember. “Twenty-three rooms, eight units that have four bedrooms in each, as well as the restaurant and function hall. There's a rear garden too. Honestly haven't been out the back in at least three or four years, so Goddess knows what you will find back there; it's a jungle. Then the pool area, laundry room, game room, play center downstairs, and a bar.”
“Agh, this is going to kill us,” Macey says, pulling some underlay from the carpet out of her hair. She looks at her phone and sighs.
“My brother is here to pick me up; I'll see you both tomorrow. I think early start? That sun was a killer today.”
“7 a.m. too early?” Valarie asks, and Macey shakes her head.
“Nope, perfect, see you all tomorrow,” Macey says, walking out and giving us a wave.
“Bye,” I call after her.
Despite our victory for the day, I can’t help feeling overwhelmed. This is an impossible job—so much needs doing—but I just have to remind myself one room at a time. Otherwise, it will be completely overwhelming. No wonder Valarie couldn’t do it on her own. It's too much for twenty people, and there are only four of us and two babies. I sigh.
Valarie suddenly reaches for the TV remote on the coffee table, turning the volume up. She always has the nightly news on, but I instantly realize what caught her attention: Alpha Valen is once again on the news.
A video plays out, and my heart lurches into my throat when I recognize the person he appears to be arguing with. It's my father! Both of them are screaming at each other in some club, and my father swings at him. His punch barely misses when Alpha Valen steps out of the way, laughing at him. Suddenly, my father shifts and the recording cuts off; the news anchor says they can't continue playing the video as some viewers may find it distressing. The news then goes on about the old rivalry between my father and the Blood Alpha.
Valarie looks over at me nervously.
“When are they going to get over themselves? Every week one of them is on the news, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less who the Blood Alpha is dating or who shit on whose turf,” Zoe says, shaking her head.
“That is not the mental image I wanted in my head,” I chuckle.
“Been going for years; maybe one day, they'll both grow up before they lose everything for good,” Valarie states, and I nod sadly. Zoe—entirely oblivious to my connection with both Alphas—sighs.
“No wonder the city is doomed with those morons running the place.”
“Couldn't have said it better myself,” Valarie says, nodding in approval.
ChapterThirteen
Valen
2 months later
Her hands are clawing at my clothes as we stumble into my room, fingers fiddling with my buttons, lips licking and sucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman's touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before I give her a shove, making the backs of her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I have to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flail about. Yeah, that was sexy—not!
Stripping my pants off, I climb on the bed and tear her panties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn’t care less. I need to burn my anger off; Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But even as I shove her legs apart and climb between them, I'm already regretting bringing this bimbo home. I want as little of her touching me as possible, yet her hands paw over me. She's mauling every inch of me, wrapping her body around me like a damn octopus and trying to suck on my face like a leech.Ugh, let's just get this over with.
I stare down at my dick, cursing it under my breath and willing the bastard to work. This is becoming embarrassing. I was going to be known as the limp dick Alpha. Why the fuck am I having this problem? I have never in all my years ever suffered from erectile dysfunction. Did I break it? What the fuck is going on with me lately? The first time, I thought maybe I was too drunk, but two months have gone by since and I still can't get it up.
