What Did He Mean – 1

Thea’s POV

I was bored out of my fucking mind. Weekends were fine with Leo around, but weekdays were absolute torture. There was only so much cleaning and organizing I could do before I started rearranging furniture just to have something to occupy my hands. Iris and Sophia were clearly busy every day, not just with Pack business but also working on our adult toy company venture—though at this point they didn’t need my help with it yet. Seraphina and Maximus were busy too. And since I’d handed over most of the day-to-day operations of my foundation to Fiona, I had nothing much to do except sign papers that occasionally needed my approval.

Over the past week, Jaxon and I had become decent friends. I’d learned he was actually his Pack’s Gamma—similar to Damien’s position in the Ashworth Pack—which explained his initially cold but respectful attitude toward me. He also ran his own company that he’d started two years ago and was doing well, which meant he wasn’t home during the day either.

I had become so fucking bored that I was seriously considering going back to teaching. I was five months pregnant now but still had time before my due date. So, I picked up my phone and dialed the number.

“Hello, Mrs. Morrison, how are you?” I asked.

We lived in the same neighborhood, and she’d called me a few days ago. She had a daughter in high school who was failing werewolf history. She’d asked if I could tutor her.

“I’m fine, dear. It’s nice to hear from you. How are you?” Her voice was cheerful, making me smile.

“I’m well, thank you,” I paused for a moment. “I’m calling to ask if you still need my tutoring services?”

I hoped she hadn’t found someone else. If she had, I still had other parents who’d asked me to tutor their kids.

“Oh, absolutely! It’s been causing me so much anxiety, and honestly, I’ve been praying you’d change your mind.”

When she first asked, I was just starting my leave and had turned her down, not knowing how fucking bored I’d be sitting at home with nothing to do.

“Great. How about after school? She can come by my place after classes,” I said excitedly.

“That works for me. Do you charge weekly or per session?” she asked, her voice still cheerful.

“It’s free, darling. This is just my way of keeping busy while I’m on extended leave from work.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment, and I almost thought she’d hung up.

“Are you sure?” she finally spoke.

“Yes… tell her to come by today, and we can start right away.”

I didn’t need extra money. My liquid assets and fixed investments were more than enough to ensure my descendants would live comfortably for at least three generations. So yeah, teaching was a passion for me, not a way to make money.

“Oh, um, okay, dear. Thank you so much. She’ll be over after school,” she stuttered, clearly still shocked that I wasn’t charging a penny.

“You’re welcome.”

After hanging up, I called three other parents who’d made similar requests. They were all equally shocked when I told them I’d do it for free, repeatedly asking if I was sure.

After the third parent, I realized they didn’t know much about me except that I was a teacher. My new house was in the neutral zone, mostly populated by middle-class families. Unlike the Pack elites who thrived on gossip, these people were busy providing for their families and didn’t have time or energy for shit like that.

This made me happy. I liked being treated like a normal person. I didn’t want people to look at me differently just because I had money.

After making the calls, I sat down with a smile. I felt like I’d accomplished something today. For the first time since everything went to shit, I felt like things were going to be okay.

I took a hot shower, feeling more relaxed afterward. I stayed under the running water for a few extra minutes before stepping out. I chose a cream-colored bodycon dress and looked at myself in the mirror after putting it on. I looked sexy. Pregnancy had done wonders for my ass. I couldn’t help but admire it with satisfaction.

I decided to wear makeup today. I went for a natural look. Then I did my hair, making it curly rather than straight. Satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my flats and put them on.