Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
He threw an apron at me. I caught it easily. Out of habit, I put it on before thinking it through and the chef dragged me into the kitchen. I gave a nonchalant shrug, curious to see what we were making. The smells from the kitchen were making me drool. I was hungry, even though I’d just had breakfast not long ago. Besides, was it so bad to work for my lunch? I liked to be helpful and this seemed a perfect way to help without being in the way. I was a good cook, having had to cook in my old pack for years.
“Go and cut up those vegetables for the soup I’m preparing” he snarled, pointing.
What the heck? I was here and I wasn’t averse to working for my supper, or lunch as it was. I obliged, cutting the vegetables into chunks and throwing them in. The chef watched me, his arms folded across his burly chest, his eyes narrowed. The other servants who also had no idea who I was, continued to do their own chores.
“Get those bread rolls out of the oven” he roared and I moved, grabbing a pair of oven mitts to open the oven with, sliding the tray out, and placing it carefully on a wooden cutting board so as not to burn the countertop or mark it.
The smells were delicious. So aromatic. I inhaled deeply. It smelt so good. I licked my lips. The chef grunted. “Put them on the serving trolley and put the lid over it. Fetch the margarine and make sure there is cutlery” he barked.
I moved back and forth, relying on the prior knowledge I had of working in a kitchen previously and the other servants who motioned toward the items when I needed assistance. They all looked sympathetic. I smiled, they seemed nice which was a change from my old pack who had bullied me at every turn. The chef continued to fill the serving trolley with the other items. My stomach growled. Even though I’d had a big breakfast not too long ago, already I was feeling hungry again. It must be the food I thought with a shake of my head. I was used to boring bland food that had no taste, rather than the richness and deliciousness of the food that came from this kitchen.
“You, servant girl, come with me” the chef snapped.
I bowed my head and hurried after him, my legs almost skipping to keep up with his long ones. We headed into an elevator with the trolley and he pressed a button. The chef was silent, a brooding expression on his otherwise handsome and mature face. He seemed nice enough, although a little abrupt. The elevator dinged and we headed through the opening doors, turning and stopping in front of a large door. The chef shot me a warning glare.
“Do not speak unless spoken to. The King is very particular. He has a new mate, so whatever you do, do not offend her” he added smoothly.
I fought back my laughter, smoothing my apron. My mate was about to be shocked. The chef knocked on the door, loudly, adjusting his hat as we waited.
“Come in” my mate shouted.
The chef opened the door. He went inside first, pushing the trolley in front. I heard my mate’s voice “Ah Gordon” he said relieved “Thank goodness. I’m starving and I’m still waiting for my darn mate to arrive. Have you seen her?” he asked perplexed and I bit my lip to prevent myself from giggling.
My shoulders were shaking as I bit my lip in desperation. My amusement grew.
“No, your Highness I’m afraid I haven’t met her. I can hardly wait though, I’m sure she’s a beautiful girl.”
Keep it together Leah. The chef turned his head and looked at me scornfully. “What are you wasting time for girl? Get moving and start putting the food down in front of these men” he snarled “Don’t forget one for his mate” he added.
I saw James out of the corner of my eye. He stared, looking at me as though he was trying to place who I was. I saw his eyes widen in recognition and I shook my head as he began to grin.
“Sorry chef” I chirped and began to pull stuff off the trolley, serving my mate who had his head down, and James who sat next to him, before putting a bowl down for myself.
“Are you the new girl?” James said lazily, while my mate began to sniff, his eyes darkening slightly “I swear I’ve met you before” he added as I began to giggle.
“Gordon,” my mate said, looking upwards at the surprised chef, his mouth twisting slightly “Are you certain you haven’t met my mate before?” he enquired calmly as I stood there, disheveled and sweaty, flour covering me everywhere, “think really hard about it” he urged.
Poor Gordon looked confused “No sir, I haven’t” he protested with a puzzled frown “Why do you ask?”
Kace slowly stood up, his eyes narrowing as he stared directly at the chef, his body vibrating with barely concealed anger as the chef gulped, sensing he was in trouble “Then would you care to tell me then, why my mate, who happens to be standing next to you, is being treated like a servant and covered in flour?” he roared and the chef paled, looking at me in dawning horror.
King Kace POV
The chef looked completely dismayed as he glanced between myself and my mate, who looked absolutely adorable in her apron, his expression one of complete and utter panic, while Leah looked as cool as a cucumber. “Um Your Highness, I um, I thought that this was just a mere servant girl” he began to stammer, his voice rising and becoming more shrill “I swear she never said a word about being your mate, or else I wouldn’t have dreamed of putting her to work!”
My eyes continued to darken “Perhaps you should have found out exactly who she was before you made her do chores?” | suggested.
Gordon looked like he was about to pass out. My mate decided now was a good time to step in. “Kace,” she said sweetly, “don’t blame Gordon, he really didn’t know. I tried to tell him but he mistook me for a servant,”
I let out a low growl and the chef jumped. I gave Leah a meaningful look “You didn’t see fit to correct him?” I asked dryly.
She shrugged, beginning to untie her apron and hand it to the stunned chef “To be honest I didn’t mind working and I was hungry” she said calmly, her stomach choosing that moment to let out a low growl “I used to work in the kitchen at my old pack” she said as though that made it alright to do it here.
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