Alphas Disturbed Mate

Chapter 12

Myra POV

We ate and again, I had to be escorted to the kitchens by Mason. I thought he would leave, but he just stayed and introduced me to the various people working there. Doesn't he have beta duties or something?

“This is Andrea, Carolina and Reggie. Oh, and this is Hazel.” He said cheerfully pointing out an older grumpy looking woman with an apron tied around her waist.

“What's this? Is this the prisoner?” she scowled at me.

“Yes. Alpha Liam wants her stationed here as her punishment. You’ve been asking for more help in the kitchens. Well, here she is.” Mason said, smirking.

Hazel did not look happy about this. “Are you saying im on babysitting duty?”

“I can’t stay with her all the time. While she's here she's your responsibility.” Mason replied, shrugging.

Hazel sighed and eyed me up and down. “Got any cooking experience?”

Pop loved to cook, it was one of his favorite hobbies and it just seemed like a lot of boring work to me so i always let him have the kitchen.

“Umm...I can make a mean scrambled egg?” I supplied. I heard Mason let out a chuckle, but he tried to disguise it by coughing.

Hazel glared at me. “Alpha gives me a slave not even worth a f**k. Fine you can be on dishwashing duty.”

She might have thought that was a punishment, but truly it was a relief. I genuinely hated cooking. Dishes sounded like paradise.

Hazel seemed to notice my relief. She smirked at me. “Don’t get excited yet, you havent seen the number of dishes we have after dinner. We eat buffet style here, and those warriors can put em down. You’ve got your work cut out for you all night. Speaking of which,” She eyed the clock, “we need to get finished prepping. Andrea will show you your new room, and you can take a shower, because you really need one.” she wrinkled her nose, “but i want you to be back here by 5 o’clock sharp, prepared to work for the night.”

Andrea, who had been listening to our conversation came up behind me. She was very pretty, with long brown hair and a full body in all the right places.

“Hi!” She said smiling, “I’m Andrea, you can follow me!”

Mason looked after me. “I’ll be back later. Don't do anything stupid and don’t try and leave.” he started to walk away and then looked back at me adding more softly “And take care of yourself Myra, okay? You aren't totally healed.” and then he darted off quickly like he couldn't wait to be away.

The people here were really weird. I followed after andrea who was leading me through the packhouse, babbling as she went. I was trying to concentrate on her and the way we were going because this packhouse was huge and I didnt want to get lost.

“-and we don't have any clothes laying around because we don't get a lot of visitors, but you are pretty tiny. You can wear some of mine, but they might be a little big on you. Better than nothing though. You can also use my shampoo until we can get you some of your own!”

“Thanks.” I mumbled, feeling shy by her extremely outgoing personality.

We stopped in front of a door. “This is my room. I don't have a roommate right now because Jill had to go and get mated.” She pouted, but i could tell it was put on. “So you can bunk with me! This is the best hallway to be in when you work in the kitchens because its so close! It's a bit messy though, I'm sorry,” and she opened the door to a large, bright room. The beds were on opposite sides, but there was a bathroom attached halfway through the room.

She started going about the place, and before long had gathered a shirt and sweatpants.

She looked apologetically at me, ‘Sorry about the sweats. I know my jeans wont fit you, but im not sure these will either. We realllly need to get you your own clothes.”

I smiled at her. It wasn't like i was trying to impress anyone here. I just wanted to keep my head down and survive. As far as i was concerned, I never wanted to have a relationship again. “It's seriously okay. Thank you so much for all you have done for me. Its more than i would have asked from you.”

She beamed at me and I headed into the bathroom and shut the door. Alone at last.