Mated to the Alpha King

Chapter Two

Zoey’s POV

Why does he have to be here? I asked myself, then I remembered that my luck was so bad that if something was to go wrong it definitely would happen to me nine times out of 10.

I briefly acknowledged him not making any regard towards the statement that he had said I started heading towards where the dirty clothes were piled up in the furnished bedroom.

There were some clothes there I could see, had not even been worn by my mistress in a long while but she intentionally brought them out and added it to the pile so as to make my life more difficult.

I heard his chair shifting and then my heart instantly jumped up to my throat but I tried to seem casual and my hands continued to move and grab the clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket and pretending like my heart wasn’t beating fast enough for it to break through my rib cage.

"So Zoey, how have you been doing?"

He said and I felt his footsteps and heard him as he was approaching me and I just wished that he would go as far away as possible from me.

"I have been doing fine sir,"

I said to him wishing that the laundry pile was smaller then I could run away without having to account for not washing some of the clothes, now he was standing just behind me and I felt my skin crawling knowing that his presence was so close to me.

"... You don't look so fine,"

He argued and I wanted to ask him how it was any of his business since he wasn't really going to do anything to truly help me then I suddenly froze up as I felt his fingers on my shoulder and then pressing the muscles "There! see? your body is so stiff, maybe I can give you a quick massage. What do you think?"

Instinctively I instantly shrugged off his hands from my shoulder or at least I tried to but he tightened his grip on my shoulder.

"Come on, it will be a quick massage…"

When he saw that I was still struggling to get his hands off my shoulders he finally let go with a disappointed sigh.

"Why are you always acting like this Zoey? I just want to help you relax…you know I'm the only one in this house that actually cares about you…"

You mean you care about sleeping with me, I said in my mind because I couldn't dare say it out loud.

Alpha Blake never really went *all the way* With me, maybe somewhere in his twisted mind he thought that just harassing me and making inappropriate comments was enough to quench his obsessive desire without feeling like he was cheating on his wife.

But whenever he was around my mistress he would instantly become so formal with me and they were very few times that he would actually try to help me and that was only when my mistress had taken it too far just like suggesting that I sleep outside under the tree and I knew that the only reason why he had suggested that I stay in the basement was so that he could have easy access to harass me at night.

For a moment as I was picking up the clothes I just thought about how he reminded me of his son.

Ethan had been so caring when he walked in initially, but the moment I saw Veronica he acted as if I was nothing more, than an ordinary stranger to him.

I decided that I was going to shove my feelings down my throat and then quietly asked him to reject me, it would hurt. I knew that rejection was something that was extremely painful. I had seen it in my mistress' eyes every day before she met Alpha Blake.

But I had to be realistic with myself after all he was the son of the Alpha making him the future Alpha, and Veronica was his perfect match because not only was she from the Beta’s family she was so beautiful and has a model body, she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. I couldn’t compare myself to her.

If I had to be in his shoes it would have been foolishness to pick me over Veronica, but even though that was a reality it still hurts so much and I didn't feel better knowing that I was under the hungry gaze of his father looking at me as if I was a piece of meat and not even a person at all.

"Where are you going?" He asked me as I stood up with the laundry basket. I gave him the obvious answer by raising the laundry basket with all the mixed-up clean and dirty clothes I had packed.

"But you haven't taken all of the clothes he said to me and I wanted to ask him why he did not just leave them in the pile like they always did. The last thing I needed was to have a long conversation with him so I pleaded for him to give me the rest of the clothes.

He went to the corner of his wardrobe and then brought out a black polythene bag then handed it over to me. I was about to walk out with it when he suddenly stopped me and told me to count the pieces of clothing that were inside.

Once again I was tempted to ask him what was the purpose of this but remembering that the sooner I just did this the sooner I will be out of there, I got down, opened the bag and immediately the smell that came out left me scratching my nose.

Inside the polythene bag were his boxers and other male underwears, as if that was not bad enough they had obvious *stains* on them that definitely didn't come from milk.

Who have I offended that made my life this hard?

Why are you looking at them like that?'' he asked me and my eyes glanced over at him to see the sinister smile that was dancing on his face.

"You are the reason why they are this stained. I couldn't help thinking about you night after night and as a result, all this happened…" Alpha Blake said.

I felt as if cockroaches were crawling on my skin, I really cannot understand why Alpha Blake seems to have zero self-worth, like why would you present that smelly underwear to me? There’s really no iota of shame in him, and he lacks zero human decency. But all these are things I could only say in my head, I wouldn’t dare utter one word insulting or accusing him if I didn’t want to end up dead or banished from this pack.

He was expecting some kind of reaction from me but I was not going to give him the satisfaction and I wasn’t going to wash those things in the polythene bag, it’s another level of degradation, though it’s not like I’m viewed as anything in this house but a worthless slave and it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me anymore.

As I was getting up to leave, he stood up once again blocking my way. I was so pissed but I was trying to control my anger because I don’t think I can handle any misbehavior from him or the entire family.

"Zoey, how can you leave a man like that after he practically confessed his feelings to you?" Alpha Blake said to me.

I wanted to give him a very hard slap across his face, that would cause his lips to bleed, in retaliation to the terrible slap Clara gave me a few minutes ago. But I kept my hands to myself trying to sink the dirty clothes hard.

"Sir, do you mind giving me some space so I can go do the laundry?

What work?" he immediately sighed loudly.

"I have told you to stop calling me sir!" suddenly his hands were on my shoulder again.

"I can solve all of your problems if you just give me your body, why do you like playing hard-to-get? I promise you that your mother will not find out about it!"

I immediately began to struggle with him.

"I don't care if she finds out or not. I don't want to give you my body. Can you just understand that?!"

"No, you are lying. I know that you are just scared of your mother. Just give me a chance. I can see that you have the same interest in me!"

We continued to struggle with each other like this when suddenly we heard the door slamming open and both of our eyes went towards the door and saw that it was Ethan that was standing there.

"Ethan I didn't know that you had arrived I thought you said you would be coming next week,"

He had done this many times but it always surprised me how smoothly he would pretend as if he has not just been harassing me the moment someone else walked into the room.

When you saw how suspiciously his son was looking at him without making any comment about his arrival he laughed awkwardly and said.

"You won't believe it, Zoey is so clumsy she got dust in her eyes and I was trying to help her get it out…" Alpha Blake said.

He gave me the deadly side eye and then I immediately nodded my head to confirm his lie.

"Alright then," Ethan finally said, still looking very suspicious, then he walked over and took the laundry basket from my hand.

I had been looking away for a while but then I noticed that Alpha Blake had taken his filthy polythene bag.

Suddenly I felt Ethan's palm on my back and it felt so warm when he touched me and gently pushed me toward the door.

It was when we were walking down the hallways toward the laundry room I remembered that he was not supposed to be touching me like this after all he already had somebody that he was giving all his attention.

After coming to my senses, I immediately began to put some distance between us and then I remembered that I was leaving the laundry basket with him so I turned around to take it but he gripped my hands as if his whole life depended on that basket.

"Ethan sorry but do you mind giving me the basket I need to go do the laundry,"

"Well if you are going to do all of this laundry the least I can do to help, is to help you carry it to the laundry room,"

I didn't realize that he was trying to get us some privacy to talk about the mate bond and probably how we were going to break it, I was relieved that at least he was actually trying to do something that would end this pain in my heart but at the same time the fact that he was rushing so eagerly to do it was another pain of its own.

But I kept a neutral expression on my face as I allowed him to help me with the basket since he looked so stubborn and he wasn’t ready to release the basket to me and I wasn't seeing my mistress or Zoey anywhere nearby.

After we entered the laundry room I headed towards the washing machine then I turned over to grab the powder soap but then my fingers crossed another pair and I looked up to see that it was actually Ethan that was trying to pick it up.

"What are you doing you have already helped me enoug-"

"Are you sleeping with my father?" Ethan said even before I could complete my statement.

The question instantly knocked all the air out of my body, my lips trembled and then I found myself walking away from him but he approached me until my back was against the wall.

"Zoey please tell me the truth…"

He paused.

"Are you in love with my father?"