"Wait, what?" Gadot muttered as she dropped down on my bed. Her face was squeezed into a frown. I had never seen her look so confused before. "So... he offered you... the position of his personal servant?" "Yeah," I said with a small laugh as I picked up one of my clothe from the wardrobe and dropped it into my bag. "It was a strange offer with a strange timing but I am kind of excited to hear about it, you know." "Well... I guess you should be," Gadot mumbled as she placed her hands on her laps and began fiddling her fingers. She paused for some moments before asking, "so, he didn't... reprimand you or give you a punishment or something. He just... asked if you could take the position.""I wouldn't say he asked me if I could take it," I replied with a small shrug as I folded the clothe and shoved it into my bag. "He more like... placed it on me. There was no room for questions or nothing. He just... gave it to me." I paused just
I turned to my right and watched as three of the chefs that I had just seen, not more than ten minutes ago, slowly walked up to me. They all had a confused look on their faces as their gaze shifted from me to Alpha Alaric and then back to me. I knew the question that they had in their minds, one that they dared never ask. What was happening? Quickly wiping off the look that they had on their faces, the three walked up to me with smiles on their faces and the tip of their pen pressed against their notepads. "What would you like to eat today, Elora?" one of the chefs, the closest to me, said. I opened my mouth to give them a reply, but I just didn't know what to say. I glanced at the Lycan King, who sat across the table from me before turning back to the chefs. What was happening?? "Um, what do you... what do you have?" I asked the chefs as I clasped my hands a
"His green tea should not be too sweet and neither should it be too bitter. It has to be just right.""Alpha Alaric prefers his food to be ready before he wakes up from bed. And he wakes up quite early.""No matter where you are or what you're doing, you should always be quick to answer when the Lycan King calls for you. He hates to be kept waiting.""Alpha Alaric dislikes loud noises in the morning so you have to ensure that all of your works are done before he wakes up, quietly and without any disturbance.""Order is something that the Lycan King holds high. That is why his study must be meticulously organized. Everything in the room must be in it's designated place with nothing out of order."We had been walking for more than an hour now and the note that Madan Nazar had given me to fill was almost completely filled with the details and instructions that she was handing to me. My fingers were beg
I took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly as I stood in the long hallway. I shifted from foot to foot as I watched the maidservants who had led me into the mansion unlock the door to my new room. After two soft clicks, she twisted the doorknob and pushed it open, revealing the room."Thank you," I mumbled to her as I lifted up my bags and walked into the room. The maidservant mumbled something in response but I didn't hear it as I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying. "... and you will meet the Madam downstairs." I managed to catch the last few bits of her words and turned around just as she was about to leave. "What did you say about what Madam?" I asked, curiosly. The maidservant paused in the doorway as she turned to face me. "Madam Nazar," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. The caution with which she had said the name said a lot about who she was. "You are to meet her downstair
I had thought at first that working as the personal servant to the Lycan King was something that I would find hard, but it turned out to be something that I actually enjoyed. Taking up the role of his personal servant gave me opportunities and an aura of authority that I never thought I would have. Everyone answered to me and all the work that I had thought I would do myself were being done by servants that had been appointed to me. Even Madam Nazar, the head of the palace, treated with with a level of respect that I deemed impossible. The woman who had once looked down on me when I was but a servant, now came to me, seeking for approval and differing to my decisions whenever changes were being made in the palace. The entire thing made me feel... powerful. Although I adored the new respect that was now being showered upon me, I couldn't help but wonder at times if the reverence was really genuine or was merely being born ou
"He really told you that?" Gadot asked as she held closer to her chest the basket of roses that she had cut off from the rose bush in the garden. "He told you not to call him Alpha?" "Well, yeah," I said with a small smile as I pulled my hair behind my ears. "It's not something's that I expected to happen but... it surprisingly did, so..." "Whoa," Gadot mumbled as she looked at me with wiide eyes. "That's... that's actually a big deal you know. No Alpha, most especially the Lycan King, would ever tell their servants to stop referring them as Alpha." She looked down as her basket as she frowned slightly, as though she was thinking of something. "I even... I even think it's against a code or something." "I know, I know," I replied, still struggling to wrap my head around it myself. "To be honest, I actually do not know why he did so, Gad. But he seems so... serious about it. And the entire thing is really
I stood in front of the Lycan King's room, torn between knocking on the door or just walking in like I usually do back at his study. I still wondered why he had requested that I come to his room when the work that had to be done was back at his study. What work did he want me to do that required me to come to his room? As I stood there by the door, contemplating on what I was to do, I suddenly heard the shuffle of feet behind me. Quickly, I turned to see who it was and found one of the servants, who I had assigned to clean the corridors, pass by me. She had her broom and dustpan in her hands and her eyes were droopy. It was already late so she probably was heading back to the servant quarters. Ignoring her, I turned back to the front door. Finally deciding to knock, I lifted my hands over the intricately carved wooden door, my knuckles hovering just inches away from it, when I suddenly heard a soft click. My breath caught in my throat as the door sudden
The sound of birds tweeting loudly by my open window reached my ears like a loud bang. I groaned softly as I rolled to my side, covering my ears with my pillow. The sound reduced but then I felt my face suddenly get bathed in a warm light. It wasn't harsh but it disturbed me. "Oh," I groaned as I turned to the other side, sighing softly as the light disappeared from my face. Suddenly, I heard a soft ringing, one that sounded muffled and far away due to the pillow covering my ears. It was one that I found very ignore as I subconsciously knew what it meant. And then it dawned on me. My bed wasn't this soft and my pillow didn't have this sweet, blissful feeling of comfort. I slowly became aware of my surroundings, realizing that the soft ringing was actually a sound alarm coming from nearby. It was the noon bell, signalling that it was already mid-day. The realization hit me like a splash of cold water, waking m