The Alpha's Mate Is The Kitchen Girl

Draka's pov

"Faster, dummy! Wash all my clothes and make sure that my shoes are sparkling like diamonds!" Claire yells as she drives her knee into my stomach.

I fall into the stream, the throbbing pain from her kick causes my eyes to sting with tears. She is the lowest member of this pack, but even she has more power than I can ever imagine.

She was a mere human until one year ago, but she is bullying me, even though I was born a pure breed.

The difference between her and I is the fact that she has a wolf now, and I don't. I never got my wolf, even after my sixteenth birthday.

That's why I'm the laughingstock of the pack. I cook and clean for all of them in exchange for the protection of the Alpha and Luna of my pack.

I know that it's dangerous out in the thick woods. I will not last a day if those notorious hunters get me...

I pick myself out of the water, not minding that Claire and her friends are laughing at me as they happily stroll back to the pack house.

I am working as far as I can, because I want to be done before the sun goes down. I know that a wolfless girl won't be able to survive when the bad creatures comes out with the darkness...

I also need to cook for the pack, Luna Denise will have my head if food isn't made in time.

"Wash faster, slave! That's all you are good for!" someone yells from a distance.

"She doesn't have a family, a mate, or even a wolf. She must be cursed to be this unfortunate."

I scrub even harder till I'm done with the clothes. I run all the way back to the pack house and set to cooking immediately.

My hands are shaking with fatigue, but that doesn't stop me from cutting up the mushrooms and vegetables at a great speed. The pot of soup is boiling now, and only then do I let myself slide to the floor and take a deep breath of relief.

Luna Denise walks into the kitchen, her clicking shoes sends me into panic mode.

I quickly get on my feet and bow deeply to her. I avoid eye contact because I know that she dislike people holding her gaze. I found out the hard way, and at the ripe age of ten.

"Good evening, Luna." I greet her.

She doesn't bother to answer, but that's not what's on my mind right now. I hand her a spoon and stand a few distance from her as she takes a taste.

I am a great cook, but each time she tastes my food, I am holding my breath. I remember when I slept off and forgot that I added salt already to my soup. It was too salty and she threw the whole pot of boiling soup at me.

She clicks her tongue a few times. I feel relief washing over me, her reaction is a good sign.

"Not bad. Add some tomato paste and serve it. The boys are hungry, and don't keep my husband waiting."

"Yes, Luna."

I immediately get to work. There are hundreds of people in this pack, but I am the only one who cooks for them all.

I also wash their clothes, get slapped and beaten by them, but I have to take it all because it's better than the outside world.

The bones of people like me that I see on my trips to the stream reminds me of how grateful I should be that I was taken in.

The outside world is filled with vampires, hunters, and those good-for-nothing humans. I just have to continue to accept the maltreatment till my wolf comes one day. Or maybe I will find my mate... how am I supposed to find my mate when my wolf hasn't come?...

I work like a robot. I stack the food tray as high as a tower and then I walk out towards the bonfire, where the members are laughing and catching up about the day.

Alpha Kaleb and Luna Denise are sitting at a corner. They are making out in front of everyone, she is even saddling him, but no one even bats their eyes.

I'm not allowed to sit here, not when I don't have a wolf, not when I am just as worthy as a human carcass.

It takes a few trips, but I am finally able to get everyone their plates. I return to the kitchen to see Stella washing the plates. She is the only one who helps me, but she doesn't even speak to me, not until today.

As soon as I walk into the kitchen, she looks over her shoulder and says to me, "Rowan asked you to make him a fresh pot of soup."

"What?!" My heart sinks into my stomach.

Rowan is the son of Alpha Kaleb and Luna Denise. He is the most feared wolf around these areas and more scary because he is going to be alpha in a few months. His father is soon going to retire...

I walk over to the pot and yes, the soup is very fresh.

"I just made these, they are fresh and still steaming." I say to her, "Why does he want another fresh soup?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself and leave me alone?" She snaps. "Am I not just a messenger?"

I suck my tongue as I silently go around and make another small pot of soup. By the time I'm done, Stella is gone and everyone has probably retired to their quarters.

With no werewolf ability to aid my eyes in the dark, I feel my way around with Rowan's plate of soup in my hand.

I get to his quarters and knock on the door. I have never had a personal encounter with Rowan, I've seen him only from a distance.

He is one of the finest men I've ever seen. I have watched him eat with the tail of my eyes many times. I'm sure he doesn't know my name, he surely has never and will never notice me.

The door pulls open and my face immediately turns red as his chest gets so close to my head. That's how tall he is.

I know that I'm not supposed to look them in the eyes, but I raise my eyes to see the coldest blue eyes ever.

His jaw is so finely chiseled, his bare chest and abs are making me feel sweaty.

That's when I hear the wolf I thought I never had, that's when she wakes up after years of deep slumber and whispers to my conscious...

"Mate.... Mate...."