Maid For Her Alphas

Episode 7 - Scary Collaboration

There was never a scarier meeting than this collaboration. Alan despised being around his mate. She was a cheating, lying, and pretentious woman who always put him on edge. She had been appointed as his mate before his parents died,. Only few people knew, but Alan was sure rumours of it was wafting among the werewolves. His parents had said she would help him stay out of trouble and prevent him from spreading his seed around and having illegitimate children. The Zang Pack genealogy was considered sacred.

Alan's uncle had threatened him perfectly. The day he was caught fooling around would be the day they would be announced as a married couple to the whole world. Alan suspected that day had come.

But they weren't both idiots. He was a voracious wolf. If he had slept with Sophia, the scent would still be thick in the air, no matter how many air purifiers he turned on.

Uncle Maska sat down. Uncle Maska had come for serious business, and bringing Sloana with him only added to Alan's troubles. He couldn't avoid the impending fight by being angry. He had to remain calm. But Sloana brought out the worst in him, and he was unable to control his expressions ever since he had smelled her from the other end of the door.

He despised her very existence.

Sloana ignored him and sat next to his uncle like the piece of crap she was. She acted like a dutiful daughter-in-law, attentive and level-headed. She was an ugly piece of crap, and Alan almost cursed out loud.

"Are you not going to greet your mate?" Uncle Maska asked.

"Hi," Alan said, sending her a cold look before taking his seat.

Sloana giggled and stood up, walking over to him and wrapping her arm around his waist. The audacity. She was a great actress, deserving of awards. Sloana hated his guts, and she had told him so herself. She despised him purely, yet she acted warmly towards him in front of his uncle.

She hugged him warmly, smiling sweetly at him. Alan shrugged her off, unable to bear the smell of her expensive perfume assaulting his senses.

"That's fine. You two can do that when I'm gone," Uncle Maska urged. He was sweet to Sloana, and that was probably why she felt comfortable pretending.

She released him and turned to Uncle Maska, her face the picture of innocence. "Let me get you a glass of juice. It'll help refresh you from all that standing we did."

Alan glared at her. She might as well have announced it through a megaphone. She probably thought his uncle had forgotten to scold him for changing his door code. She left the room, to Alan's relief, taking her foul scent with her.

"That's no way to treat a lady, Alan," his uncle said solemnly. "It's been so many years, and yet you still haven't adjusted to her. She's so forgiving. She even turns a blind eye to the w***e you picked up in the underground."

"She's not a w***e," Alan corrected gently, treading carefully. His uncle hated infidelity more than anything. He didn't believe in sleeping around.

"What do you call a girl who auctions off her virginity, then?"

"It's your concern, isn't it? Why provide the opportunity for that in the first place?" Alan retorted.

"You even brought her home, breaking the underground laws. You bid the highest for a common human scum who isn't even strong enough to breed your offspring. That little girl can't even stand next to you to lead Zang City. The werewolves have taken over now. If you sleep around with humans, they might begin to get the wrong idea and not respect you. You're the Alpha; you should set an example."

"Oh, it's good enough for you to remember that I'm the Alpha," Alan said in a frenzy. "You're the one who sent me away from Zang City. I wanted to stay, I never wanted to leave. You wouldn't even let me return. If not for your sickness, I'd still be there."

Uncle Maska fell silent. "That's ancient history. Can't you just let it go? The pack needs you now. I need you to run our legal businesses: the transport business and the plantations." He said quietly, looking at Alan, who ignored him.

"And turn a blind eye to the illegal ones, right?" Alan asked. Alan could sense Sloana opening his room door, the sound faint. Surely, that wasn't the kitchen she claimed she was going to. He might even kill the girl himself one of these days.

"Yes, you have to. We make a lot of money from the drugs and the auctions."

Alan smirked. "When I become Alpha, I'll scrap it all."

"I know that. That's why I'll make you mate with Sloana before I die. She's the only one I can trust to keep you in check and protect the name of the Zang Pack and the power and authority we hold in Zang City. The city is even named after our pack. Can't you see we're at our peak? We can go even higher," Uncle Maska said, undoubtedly looking into a future that Alan didn't see.

"No, Uncle. Sloana will not be my Luna." Alan realized what he had to do. The power was already in his hands due to his uncle's sickness. Making sure it ended forever meant not mating with Sloana. That was one promise he had to keep for himself.

"What do you mean no? You picked up a w***e from there tonight, didn't you? You enjoyed her embrace, right? Probably the tryst had ended before we got here, isn't it? She is quite a curvy one at that. I hear those are your favorites. Too bad your mate isn't," Uncle Maska threw the jibe at him. Well-aimed, Alan noted.

"Why are you here?" Alan asked.

"Jocka called and informed me about the human you took from the pack. I brought your mate over as a reminder of our promise," Alan smirked. No doubt Sloana had run to him. Alan had blocked her on all social media. She was permanently out of his life online, and all that remained was putting her out of his life offline, and he was getting to that.

"Then you don't need to worry or stress yourself. She is but my maid. I have not forgotten her position. I was only protecting my honor as her boss. That's why I went to pick her up."

"She was wearing your clothes, and you paid the highest amount," Uncle Maska countered.

"Whatever. What did the doctor say about your health?" Alan asked, changing the topic.

"Now you ask about my health. You left me standing outside for so long. You didn't care then," his uncle whined as Sloana came back with a tray full of half-filled glasses of juice.

Sloana extended a glass to him. Alan collected it from her but did not drink out of it. He could not be too sure if she had drugged it.

"Drink up," his uncle urged. Alan smiled but made no move to lift the glass to his lips.

"I should leave you young birds alone. I'm sure you have a lot you'll want to catch up on, having been so far away from each other," Uncle Maska said quietly, standing up from his chair, his walking stick in hand.

Alan could feel his eyes rolling in his head, but he decided to humor his uncle. There was no need to fight over avoidable issues. He nodded while he helped Uncle Maska out of his apartment.

While at the door, Uncle Maska dragged him closer by the arm. His grip was surprisingly strong. His gaze was determined.

"I understand you are the Alpha of this pack, and unless you are truly prepared to take on the responsibilities, do not act like an Alpha," Uncle Maska said quietly. The warning in his tone was loud and clear.

Alan could read the things that were not said. Tackling the underground business could only be done with his Alpha title, but once he assumed that position, there was no dropping it. There were a lot of duties attached, things he would have to forfeit that he could not do as an ordinary werewolf anymore, and the most annoying one that irked him was the fact that he would have to recognize Sloana as his mate in public.

"I'm not backing down," Alan declared firmly. The illegal business had gone on for far too long.

"Fine, do as you wish. I'll tell Jocka to step down. Just don't forget what I told you - once an Alpha, there's no dropping the responsibilities," Uncle Maska warned, for the umpteenth time before he left.

Alan was grateful for the warning, but he couldn't allow the auctioning of virgins to continue. He knew that there would be a lot of hate towards him for his actions, but he was prepared to face them all.

As if on cue, Sloana walked up to him when she saw Uncle Maska had left.

Alan ignored her and went back to his seat. He had broken the remote earlier, but he was grateful when it worked after he pressed it. He almost kissed it. He knew he would have to get a new one soon.

Soon, the room was blasting with music on high volume.

"Alan, I'm sure you know you'll have to speak with me at some point. The earlier you get over this sulky attitude of yours, the better," she snapped, arms akimbo as she waited for him to acknowledge her.

"Showing our true colours, are we?" Alan teased, decreasing the volume of the television set.

He gave her an overall perusal. Uncle Maska thought it was because he didn't like slim women, but it had nothing to do with her physical appearance. Sloana had a model figure, the face of an angel, a voice that could make any man go weak, and she was the perfect example of an independent woman, despite being only a student herself. However, her overall mindset was the problem Alan had with her. She was evil.

"Who's the one showing their true colours? I thought you disagreed with my suggestion of an open relationship. But here you are, sleeping with a human?" She didn't even look angry; she was encouraging him to be unfaithful.

"You know I will never mate with you. That's out of the question. But if you want to be delusional and think otherwise, then be aware that even in your delusion, I will never agree to an open relationship. Sloana, our wants and needs are different. Don't you think it's best if we just go our separate ways?" He tried to reason with her, but he knew it was a waste of time.

"And give up my chance of becoming Luna? Are you crazy?" She shrieked, pointing her manicured fingers in his direction as if she wanted to claw his eyes out.

Alan relaxed on his chair, stretching his back. "You never disappoint me. You act so well. Have you ever thought of pursuing acting in the future? You're going to fail as my Luna, but you can still fall back on being an actress," he said

She sent him an evil look. "What school are you going to? I'm going to Ivy League High School. You should attend there as well." she commanded.

Alan knew that Ivy League was the best private school in the city, and only the city's elite attended. It was not for the likes of Sophia. "You'll see me there," he answered politely. He would love to see her rage when she resumed school and didn't see him at her new school. What a pompous brat.

"Just make sure you keep up your role as my fiancée, and should you want to date any of my friends, please do pick the ugly ones. And I don't mind watching you sleeping with them as well. See you later," she threw at him as she flipped her hair back and proceeded to leave.

"I hope to never see you again," Alan threw at her, for which she turned around and blew him a kiss.

After she left, Alan's phone began ringing. He checked the caller; oh, callers. Now, this was a call he could pick up. One he loved to pick, he answered on the second dial. "Where are you guys?"

"At the airport, come pick us up. Did you think you're doing this alone?"

Alan was lost for words. His eyes almost watered at how much faith his friends had in him. They were always by his side. "I'm coming."

He was truly ready to face his duties with his best friends by his side.

Immediately he left, the room settled back to its dull look. It was a massive contrast to the massive drama and conflicts that would arise within its four walls in the coming weeks and years.