Pregnant for the Cruel Lycan King

Chapter 5

Alora

Where was he taking me? To finish what Aiden started?

I'm sure as hell that my face will be white as a sheet now.

He looked at Aiden again and clenched his jaw as if trying to suppress his anger.

Focusing his gaze on Aiden, he narrowed his eyes, “You’ll be dealt with later.”

He tightened his grip on my arm and headed into the pack house.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, trying not to let the onlookers hear my voice.

Kylen remained silent and increased his pace instead.

A frown appeared on my face when he took me into the pack house.

"You want to give me a decent death by killing me in a fancy room?" I asked. I don't know where the boldness came from but what could possibly be worse than getting killed by him already?

"f*****g shut up!" He growled out at me, my head dropped down in submission at the authority in his voice and I almost whimpered at the intensity.

My head remained down until we reached wherever he intended to take me to.

"You can look up now." He ordered.

I looked up to see that we were in the pack's general kitchen.

Does he want me to cook for him? Why did he take me to the kitchen? Slaves aren't allowed into the kitchen, only maids are allowed 'because we are considered to be too dirty to come near the shiny equipment of the kitchen and the food itself'. At least, that was what a chef once told me when she saw me near the kitchen's window from outside.

"You work here starting tomorrow." Kylen ordered.

My mouth hung open in disbelief before I regained my composure when I realized I was in front of the Lycan King.

"I think you're mistaken, your majesty. I'm not a chef, you brought me here as a slave."

"Are you trying to insinuate that my memory is too short to remember the reason you were brought here? Or you want to question my authority?" He snarled.

I dropped on my knees, almost on the verge of tears at what he could do to me if that was what he interpreted my reply to. Normal wives are wicked, alphas are cruel, but the Lycan King is more ruthless than all the alphas combined.

"No sir! I wouldn't dare. I'd take any work you give me. I meant no disrespect to your authority." I begged, almost kissing the floor.

Kylen looked down at me with a tight-lipped expression - his resting face.

"Rise." He commanded.

I did as he said and only just noticed how much attention we had garnered in the kitchen. The cooks and kitchen staff all bowed their heads, none of them would dare look at the king in the eye, especially when he's in the middle of something.

"Helen." He called out and one of the older women in the kitchen got closer to us.

"She works here from now." He turned around and left after giving the order.

The moment he got out of earshot, murmurs broke through the air.

I felt like an odd ball amongst them, they were talking to themselves about me just like I wasn't there.

"Is she so important that the Lycan King himself brought her here?"

"I bet not. If she was, she wouldn't be putting on a slave's attire."

"But since I've been working in the kitchen, which I've been doing since I was eight, no one gets promoted to a kitchen assistant or cook. Our ancestors passed it to us." One of the girls said, confusion etched into her face.

Although they were whispering amongst themselves, I'm sure they know I can hear them with a werewolf's heightened hearing.

"Quiet, everyone!" Helen ordered.

They all kept quiet and turned their attention to my face again.

"She's one of us now and I expect each one of you to treat her exactly like that, irrespective of your personal opinion." She said in an authoritative tone.

They bowed their heads in unison as if acknowledging what Helen had just said. I was shocked at this. I thought she was a cook too.

"Hi dear, I'm Helen, the head cook. Pardon their inquisitiveness at the way they welcomed you. You are warmly welcomed here. What's your name?" She said, a bright smile on her face as she looked at me. I wonder if her frail cheeks hurt with how wide she smiled.

"Hi. I'm Alora." I introduced myself.

"Alora. A beautiful name for a charming lady." Cringe. Old women can be so sweet that you'd find it cringing at times.

"You'll start work tomorrow. I was told to allow you rest for the whole of today. You have to be in the kitchen on or before 5:30 am in the morning," Helen explained.

"Okay ma'am."

She chuckled."Silly, call me Helen. Adding 'ma'am'' to my name only makes me feel older than I am."

"Okay… Helen." I said, still gobmasked at the kindness being shown to me in the kitchen. This is the highest level of respect I've gotten since I was little. Nobody wants to be associated with an omega after all. Although a normal person would call the inquisitiveness of the kitchen maids earlier disrespect, I have never been a normal werewolf afterall.

"Yeah. You can leave now." Helen said.

I turned around to leave but Helen stopped me midway.

"You no longer stay in the slave's quarters. The kitchen workers' quarter is down the hall, there's a name tag on the door, so you won't need a direction. A spare bed and space is in the far corner of the room, you'd live there now." She added.

I bowed a little and turned around, leaving the kitchen with a disarrayed mind.

I know the only person who could order Helen to allow me rest for the day is Kylen, but I still am confused as to why he'd say so.

Isn't he supposed to let me work to stupor? I was brought here to work off my father's debt after all.

Again, why did he take my hand against his head guard? The ruthless Lycan King wouldn't even spare his time on trivial matters like me, talkless of believing me over his head guard.

I was so deep in thoughts about seeing the figure coming my way. I bumped into the person and they cussed out immediately.

"The f**k?" A female's voice rang out.

I regained my balance and looked at her properly. She was dressed in close to nothing, her breast almost popping out of the tight dress she wore.

"Are you also deaf?" She screamed out and her palms collided with my left cheek.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I said, anger brewing up in me.

"More like it. Now you've ruined my thousand dollar dress with your awful smell. Ugh!." She said angrily and stomped away.

I bit back the profanities that wanted to escape from my lips at her back.

I'm tired of being everyone's dirty rag whom they can treat as they please.

I have blood coursing through me too!

I walked down the hall till I got to a door with 'kitchen workers' quarters' on it. I'm sure as hell the room is for kitchen assistants and not the cooks themselves.

The position of cook is a reputable one too.

I entered and was surprised at the glamour of the suite. I'd consider it a sin for this heaven to be called a quarter.

Slaves aren't allowed to clean any room in the pack house, we only do the dirty work. Seeing somewhere I'm meant to be as beautiful as this looks so good to be true.

There's a general sitting room which is not as lathe but comfortable enough to contain us at a time. Each room contains three people at a time with an enjoined bathroom.

I opened the last room to see a free space truly. It's not like I had any property in the hole I was sleeping so I just slipped off the old linen I was given as cloth.

I entered the bathroom, took a relaxing and much needed bath, I opened the small wardrobe meant for my stuff to see a scantily folded loose gown. I put it on and collapsed on the bed, sleep embracing me immediately even with my restless mind.