Mate?

“Oh my—what the hell are you doing, commoner? Do you have any idea how much this dress costs?” A blonde customer shouted.

I accidentally spilled the juice that she just ordered onto her dress because she keeps moving around like a gummy worm that is covered with baking soda and dipped in a glass of vinegar. It is not really my fault, to begin with, I am just doing my job like I am supposed to do. As I was busy serving the drinks to her and her companion, she has been talking to her friends with hand gestures as if she is a conductor. 

Was it my fault? No. I tried to avoid her hands as much as possible but God knows how much I waited for her to stop and let me do my work so that I can get out of here.

 Sometimes or I must say, every day, no days excused—in this fancy restaurant I always encounter one or two customers that will blame me for their misbehavior. I mean, it’s not really new to spoiled brats but geez, I wish they are still on their right minds.

“I am very sorry, Miss. I am very sorry,” I said while I forcibly bowed my head in front of this entitled brat. 

Can I do anything else besides asking for forgiveness? No. This is the only thing I can do.

“Can your sorry remove these stains? Oh my!” She shouted again. It can’t but it will serve as a lesson to you, ya’ know?

I rolled my eyes and face her with pleading eyes, “I am very sorry, Miss. I know how much this dress is valuable to you, I am really sorry.”

“Get lost!”

I once again asked for forgiveness before I turned my back and went to the kitchen. I sighed in frustration while the chief and my other co-employees laugh at me.

“You should have let me take over. That daughter of a she-wolf is too arrogant.” My wolf said angrily.

“If I let you do that, we will lose this job. Let’s calm down, shall we?”

“Another one, eh?” Chief Rab said while frying a fish. A fish that will cost me around 2 days of salary. I really don’t understand why this fish costs so much when you can simply buy it in the market at around eighty percent off.

“Nothing new, Chief.” I lean on the wall and looked at the clock across the room. Few more minutes and I’m off to go, thankfully, today is payday and I can pay my tuition after this.

“Oi! Someone is mad outside. You spilled her new dress with her favorite juice?” Amanda asked while trying to stop herself from laughing. 

Every single employee in this restaurant already experienced the cruel reality of treatment by our customers. There is nothing new with our world, we are being treated like trash just because we have the lowest rank among the pack. However, there are other people who are really good to us tho but they rarely come to our restaurant.

We looked at each other and rolled our eyes, “New money.”

“Well, it’s better to expect that we don’t have any tips today,” Amanda said and put her tray in the dishwasher.

“Duh?” I spoke. As if I will ever expect such a miracle in this restaurant.

Although the owner of this establishment is really good to us and treated us like a family, the customer will always be right and we must kiss their toes if we have to.

“Table 16!” Chief shouted before he hits the little bell in front of him. I then stood straightly and fixed my uniform before I walked towards the table and transferred every single food on the tray.

“Wish me luck!” I shouted at them while they all raised their hand and gave me a thumbs up. I shook my head in disbelief and serve the food.

A few minutes later, finally, my shift ends. I bid goodbye to them before I get undressed and change into my usual clothes.

“Are we going to school now?” My Wolf, Aveia, asked.

“Yes, Ave. I am going to pay our tuition fee. We are 3 months late and the school won’t let us process another promissory note this time.” I answered and left the restaurant through the back door. I wore my hoodie and plugged in my earphone.

I am Alixa Marionette Claire, 22 years old and currently working as one of the waiters in Ambrosia Restaurant. One of the fanciest restaurants in our pack. I am only doing a part-time job to pay my tuition fee and for my daily necessities. I don’t have a mother or a father, they died when I was still young but I am fine with it, do I have a choice? However, I love being independent. I belong to a pack called Wind Winder Pack, one of the strongest packs in this entire country. Since I am not as privileged as the other werewolf, I am ranked as an omega. The lowest rank that you could ever have in the pack and you have no right to complain about it unless you are willing to rip your senior’s neck off to raise your rank but only insane werewolves would do that.

“Well, aren’t we feeling well? Are you really sure you’ll go there? We can pay it tomorrow.”

“Well, aren’t we going to rest tomorrow? We have classes in the afternoon and you know how long accounting lines are.” I explained.

It was almost 4 in the afternoon and currently, I am walking towards my school. It is not that far and it is not that near either, I just don’t want to pay a few bucks for transportation where in fact I can use those bucks for other things. I also don’t want to transform since I am feeling sick and tired to run. I looked around and saw how busy the people on this street are. I took a shortcut because I want to go home and sleep early but it seems like it was the wrong move. I certainly forgot that today is Thursday and tomorrow will be a very busy day, so right now, everyone in this street is preparing for tomorrow. Why did I ever forget about it?

Every Friday, a night market will be open on this street. Some clubs will be open for business and not to mention, the rooms that have full of lustful people who are willing to pay hundreds of bucks to be satisfied.

I excused myself from the people who were busy building their stalls. Tried my best to avoid contact with them because I don’t want to be blamed over something if it fell.

Minutes passed, and finally, I reached the gate of our school. My wolf and I were overjoyed. 

One thing I am sure about this school is it is enormous. It has a great facility and the professors who teach here are really professionals in their own fields. I was about to enter the gate when a strong smell of vanilla lingers in my nose. I can feel my wolf’s excitement.

“Mate! Mate! Mate!” She shouted.

Mate? What does she mean by that? Is my mate around? Finally! After almost 6 years of waiting to find my mate, he is here! He is really here!

I looked around and smelled the good and addictive fragrant and searched for the owner of the scent, then, I saw a man with a fierce look, bush eyebrows, grey eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body standing meters away from me. My wolf went crazy.

“My mate! Mate! Mine!” She shouted once more.

“Mate..” I said but the man only looked at me for a second and slowly, her brows furrowed then walked away.

What

just happened? Why did he ignore me?