Alphas Muted Mate

***Ivy*** "Ivy, hunny, could you break down table six, please? I have a group of five waiting, and Greg is nowhere to be found." Maggie called out to me as she stepped through the double door into the kitchen area. Looking up from my task, I give her a nod. She let out a sigh. "Thank you, you are the best." She went back out the doors, picking up a bin and a wet rag. I moved out of the doors, making my way to the table, "Ah, Greg on the lamb again, huh?" Tabitha says as she sees me coming, Shrugging, I set the bin down, as is start to pick up the empty places and cups, then I start to wipe down the table. The movement aside of me made me look over. Tabitha was placing napkins and silverware down on the table, I quickly sign a thank you to her, and she smiles at me and gives a wink, walking off to grab menus. I spot Maggie walking this way with a group of people following behind her, picking up my bin, I make my way back to the kitchen. It was the beginning of the evening rush, here at the diner, I love my job here Maggie took a big risk in hiring me I cant excalty be a full time waitress due to my inability to speak but i help out in other way, I break down tables i help the other girls carry food out if its a big order walk around and refill glass, pretty much anything that i can do without having to open my mouth to speak, I have been here going on four years now, I have seen a lot of people come and go, they work here for different reasons, granted being a member of a wolf pack, a lot of us do not have to work or we do work in the pack itself, but for me working in the pack was a challenge with have no voice my options was limited, That and working here gave me a sense of independence that I didn't feel while in the pack house. I felt others took pity on me and gave me easy tasks, or felt the need to help me with whatever I was working on. So when Maggie hired me I found my place here, That alone was a hard thing to do, After i had lost my voice at a young age i stumbled till i learned how to deal with never beening able to hold a conversion, My parents hired the best tutors and speech theriphys they could find but my vocal cords were to damaged and held to much scar tissue to ever be fixed, And by the time i because a teenager i had come to terms with it, "Greg skipping out yet again?" Marcus, our cook, asked as he stopped next to me, helping me unload the bin of dirty dishes, Nodding, he just shook his head. Marcus was Maggie's husband; they own the diner together and have been a mated pair for over fifteen years. "Are you going to the Fall Mating Ball this year? It's being held here on our pack's land," I had forgotten about it, truthfully, "You never know, you could find your mate." He wiggled his brows at me, making me laugh, which sounded more like a drowning cow. Wiping my hands, "No one will want a mate who is voiceless," I sign to him. Watching as he makes a face, I was glad when he a Maggie took the time to learn how to use sign language, it made it much easier to communicate with them. "Ivy, you are a sweet, caring person, and you deserve a mate like everyone else. You shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." Shrugging my shoulders, "It's okay, I know what it would mean for someone to want to take me on, Im not looking anyway, I like my life here," I sign to him, He just shook his head. Reaching out, he patted my hand, "Someday someone will sweep you up and never let you go, they will know what a gem you are and will hold and care for you like you deserve," He smiled, "But enough heavy, now get back to work, young lady." He walks over as the bell dings, he gets to making the order that was just slid over to him, I know he met well, they all do, but I have realized that a mate for me is not in the cards, and im fine with that, The moon goddess had other plans for me than to let me live a normal life, like how the others in our pack do, but my life isn't all that bad. I have good parents and a good job, my life is simple, and I prefer it that way. I love our pack, we have a good Alpha and Luna. My mother is a teacher and my father is a doctor, We are not an overly large pack but we are not small either. We have good standings with other packs as well, We haven't had a rogue attack in over ten years The last one is the one that took my voice. I finished loading the dishwasher, then glanced at the clock. My shift is up, untying my apron, I fold it, opening the small locker I have, I place it in there. I tap Marcus on the shoulder as I pass by, earning me a good night as I walk out. Stopping at the hostess stand, Maggie is there going over the seating chart, knocking my knuckles on the stand, she looks up, "Done for the day?" Nodding, "I filled the dishwasher and did up an extra container of sweet tea and made some one more pot of coffee," She watched my hands as I told her what I had done, "You are the best, what would I do without you?" Just then, Greg walked in, stopping as he spotted Maggie standing there, "And look who decided to show up, oh what?" She looks at her watch, "An hour late," He swallows, but doesn't say anything quickly, he scurries away to the kitchen. Maggie just shakes her head. "If they all could be as loyal as you," She pats my cheek, "Someone coming to get you?" Lifting one hand, closing my hand to a fist, I make a knocking sign once, then sign 'My Mom' "Good, I worry about you going all the way back alone," Smiling, I wave and then walk out, knowing my mother will be here in a minute. As soon as I step it, I see her car pulling up, stopping in front of me so I can get in, "Hey, sweety, how was your day?" She beams at me, This is Mom. She is always a happy person. "Good, Busy," I sign quickly before she pulls off so she can see my hands and not crash while looking over. She flicks the indicator as she checks the mirror, then pulls off, The drive back was quiet, she knows I hate trying to sign while they drive unless both of them are with so one can see what I say while the other drives, I do have my driver's license and my own car, but my parents are worried with me driving alone in case something happens. Once and a while I drive, but not a lot. I find it is easier to just go along with them than fight them. If it keeps the peace, then im all for it. I guess that would be the Omega in me, never wanting to rock the boat, always trying to keep the peace and smooth things over, Guess you could say im a big pushover, but that is the nature of a Omega we are the peace keepers the one who defuse the issues and keep the happy mellow mood with in the packs,