Mated to the Alpha King

Zoey’s pov "You useless rat? what are you still doing sleeping?!" I was woken up with a bucket of cold water emptied all over my body, I bolted up from the mattress like there was fire on my ass only to look into the eyes of my furious mistress that was standing over me with a disgusted glare on her face Her eyes were burning with fury, I cautiously but quickly ran my eyes to the wall clock and saw that it was already 8:05am and I got up shivering to my bones to look at the eyes of the woman who gave birth to me. On a normal day I would have woken up about 3 hours ago and started preparing everything and doing my chores. But yesterday I had been overworked more than the usual because my mistress and her husband were throwing a party and while their beloved daughter Clara did not pick up a single toothpick I was made to work like never before until I finally managed to drag myself to the basement where I slept and pass out on the rug I was able to afford. "I told Blake that you should be sleeping outside like the dog that you are but he insisted on letting you take this basement so I don't blame you for your laziness I blame him!" Penelope screamed. "I'm so sorry ma’am I won't let this happen again…" I said kneeling on the floor and begging her she looked me in the eye with a degrading expression that one you give to a cockroach before she suddenly stopped and said;:" you are lucky I am in a good mood if not I would have ripped your skin off your body and hung your body outside for the birds to feed on," I had heard from the other servants that the party being held was to introduce Clara to her future husband, however it was just a rumour but the way my mistress showed mercy upon me by just throwing a bucket filled with water at me was a confirmation and I’m sure they are getting a whole lot of money from this marriage. Much less her daughter, she never called me her daughter and I never called her my mother. My mother would always remind me of how much she hated me, she used to blame me for what my father did to her and put her through. When she was still very young she met her mate but it was quite unfortunate that he was a rogue and she knew her parents were not going to be in support of their union and so she denounce her pack and parent for her rogue mate. After she joined her rogue mate she found out that life wasn’t easy for rogues and it was difficult for them to feed. He started beating her out of frustration and treating her badly. The day she wanted to leave him and go back to her parents to ask for forgiveness, she found out she was pregnant. She knows they would never accept her back with that pregnancy and so she had to stay and endure the pain and torture from her mate. When she finally gave birth to me he abandoned her without any hesitation saying he can’t take care of her and also take care of me. I became the biggest mistake of her life, a reminder that she was a failure. She never failed to remind me of this when we were living in the slums, because she believed that her life was over because of me. That was until she had a fateful encounter with her present husband; the alpha of the Bluestone pack. He already had a daughter and Son, Ethan. Ethan had gone abroad when we were very little and I remembered him only slightly but I wouldn't be surprised if I walked past him in the street and didn't recognise him, he never liked my mother much because he was viciously loyal to his own mother that has passed away and I had a feeling that that was one of the reasons why his father sent him abroad. “You are very lucky that I am in a good mood so get to your chores and don't even think of taking a single morsel of food out of my refrigerator until you are done with everything!" After she snapped at me, I dashed up the stairs even though my legs were shaking like jelly. I wouldn’t dare complain because I knew I had barely dodged a bullet. I went to the living room to begin dusting and then I saw Bella walk in on the couch and plopped down with her legs crossed. She had a bowl of wrapped chocolate and she would pick a chocolate from the bowl casually unwrap it and then throw it on the ground. I felt like walking her out of the room the back of the duster in my hand and then shoving the chocolate down her throat. She knew that I had a whole lot of work to do after I was done cleaning the living room but that did not deter her she was just snickering like a little hyena and pretended to be interested in what was on the TV but in reality she only wanted to come here and make my work much more difficult. "Clara please can you find a better way of disposing your chocolate wrappers? I'm cleaning the living room right now…" She froze while unwrapping the fresh chocolate bar that she had picked up then she dropped it and in what felt like a flash of lightning she slapped me across the face. “And why do you think I'm doing it in the first place so that you will have more work to do you lazy b*tch!" Clara screamed. I wanted to sprint up and also slap across the face, but I knew if I touched one hair on her head I might as well just sign my death certificate because my mistress would not hesitate to completely chop my body into tiny pieces and deliver it to the birds to chew. I thought that she would finally stop there, she kicked me on the floor and I was instantly out of breath as I struggled to get up she continued to kick me "Who do you think you are to even talk to me like that? You little ingrate not only is my father feeding your mother but also you as well. Why don't you just die then if the work is too much for you?!" She kept kicking me until the metallic taste of blood coated my lips and just when I thought that I'd pass out I heard someone yell;"Stop." I thought it was my mistress husband but when I looked up I couldn't believe who it was. My blue eyes widened when I saw the person that was standing in front of me and I held Clara's hand then he pulled her away with almost enough force to send her falling. The person came over to me and then knelt by my side tilting my chin up to look at the blood that was trickling down from the corners. Then he sent a disdainful look at Clara who was still burning but did not dare to approach the person. Maybe it was because she was just as paralyzed in shock as I was because this person was no one else other than her brother, Ethan. He was really good-looking, he looked like he was over 6 feet and his black hair fell dreamingly over his chiseled face and his green shone in concern for me. Suddenly I inhaled his scent and it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever inhaled in my entire life. Then as our eyes locked something told me that our hearts were beating in the same rhythm. This can't be happening, it just can't be happening. "Are you okay?" he was about to ask me. I could tell from the look in his eyes when suddenly Clara burst out stomping her feet on the ground. "I thought that you were supposed to be coming next week. What are you doing here now?!" He ignored her and just helped me up to my feet. Just looking over his shoulder was enough to tell me that this was making her serious. The last thing I needed right now is to be on Clara’s blacklist because I know she can make life even more terrible for me if she wanted. Just as I was trying to wrap my head around what was going on at the moment, something else happens that throws me into a complete roller coaster of emotions as I was staring into his eyes and realized that he was my chosen mate, a sudden high-pitched voice filled the living room as a plump lady came bouncing in with a wide smile on her face and then she approached Clara and wrapped her hands around her neck. The look of anger on Clara's face immediately disappeared like thin ice and she hugged the other girl back and began to scream. Ethan, who was helping me up, suddenly let go of me like hot coal or someone with a contagious skin disease. Who was she? I couldn't remember the last time Clara smiled that wide. That was when I took a really good look at this strange lady in the sitting room, who could she be? As a bulb lights suddenly up in my head I realized who she was. She was a close childhood friend of Clara and she was always fighting with Ethan and sometimes even more than his sister. Veronica. But that was not what shocked me the most, after they were done exchanging pleasantries and laughing to the highest pitch of their voice, Veronica turned over to Ethan. "Baby, why didn't you tell your family that we were coming early?" Baby? Watching another woman calling my mate endearing names was enough to break my heart and it was like a thousand needles were sinking into my poor heart, as if that wasn’t enough Ethan was apologizing to Veronica not me and she suddenly leans over to plant a kiss on his lips which left Clara covering her eyes and complaining "You guys should get a room," Clara said. I felt like pinching myself on the cheek to decipher if I was dreaming or not, but I couldn’t even lift my arms because they felt heavy like I had been carrying weights for a long time and my heart was beating so fast like I just ran a marathon. I became as immobile and stoic as a statue but that moment of total disconnection from reality was lost when suddenly somebody slapped me on the back of my head which almost sent me down on the floor again. “What are you doing standing around, don't you have chores to do?" For some foolish reason, I looked in Ethan's direction maybe I was expecting him to defend me again just like how he had defended me when his sister was kicking me earlier but he only glance at me for what felt like a millisecond before his eyes went back to Veronica as if they had never left her. If nothing else was enough to crush me, that did for I knew that he felt the bond but he was acting like I didn't even exist, I slipped out of the living room to attend to the laundry. I felt like someone was pressing my neck to shut down my airway and I clenched my hands to control my erratic heart. I went from room to room until I came to my Alpha Blake’s room, everywhere was littered with papers, he was always working or typing something on his laptop. But that did not seem to bother my mistress at all, for as long as he had enough money to give her which she spends lavishly in shopping malls and buying pointless things she wouldn’t even need or remember she was happy. If anyone spent a day with us in this house they would assume that it was Alpha Blake who treated me better than anyone else in the house but that was the reverse. Though I am scared of my mistress and Clara who is so annoying and like a thorn that was constantly pricking my flesh, Alpha Blake makes me so scared, I could hardly breathe well when I see his face. It was so bad that I thought I would have preferred seeing my mate kissing another girl than coming into this room and seeing his face. The moment he saw me his fingers immediately slowed down on the laptop until they finally stopped altogether and then he smiled. “Zoey, I've been waiting for you…"