The Alpha's Auctioned Omega

Chapter 09: Telepathy

The day went on normally. I started doing chores like I am supposed to, being guided by a senior maid who apparently has worked here in the castle even before Cyrus was even born. I do not know her age, I assume mid-seventies, but she looks young. She's a werewolf too.

She is a tall woman with gray, short hair with curls at the ends. Her body is chubby and healthy. Her skin is fair and she has freckles all over her skin, although, I find that totally unique. She's approachable and smart; however, she doesn't speak to me if it's not related to work. Her expression remains blank and dull. She doesn't smile.

"You are supposed to know all your responsibilities within a week of your stay here. The alpha king doesn't want slow and lazy people, so make sure you attend to his needs immediately. I know you are a werewolf, so you must always keep sense if the alpha king needs something," she sternly said with a deep woman voice and turned to me who was standing behind her. I've been following her like I was her tail.

I nodded my head at her in response as I looked into her yellowish eyes. Currently, she's touring me around the kitchen and pointing at the surfaces where she sees dust, even if it's microscopic, then letting me wipe it. Good thing I have enhanced eyesight, because if I didn't, then it would be impossible to see the specks of dust she's seeing. Maybe her sixth sense is similar to mine.

"You don't expect the alpha king to make you his Luna, do you?" she suddenly asked out of the blue.

My eyes widened while wiping dust on top of the enormous golden oven. I halted and slowly turned my gaze to the senior maid. I realized that she still hasn't introduced herself to me and I don't know how to address her.

She looked at me for a moment, then at the golden over, I was wiping, then back at me again. She stepped closer and raised a brow. Her brows are brown and bushy.

"I am Hasha Stanford, the oldest maid in this castle. My age is to be kept a secret."

Huh?

Did she just figure out what I was thinking?

She smiled at me, for the first time. It was a small smile. "You know," she said and took a deep sigh. "I can read your mind, Aquilla Calliope."

Oh.

"My seventh sense is telepathy."

A telepath.

"And you're correct. I have the same sixth sense as you." She turned her back to me and started walking away again. I followed her.

"Be careful, Aquilla. Learn to conceal your mind as there are lots of werewolves—or should I say, creatures here who invade the thoughts of others unknown."

I remained to look at her with a confused face.

"Not everyone can be trusted. And if I tell you I know what you did with the Alpha King during dinner last night, what would you do?"

My right hand flew up to my opened mouth and covered it. I've been walking here this morning thinking only about what happened last night. I didn't realize that there are telepaths around, and Ma'am Hasha might not be the only one—like what she just said, there are lots of creatures here who invade the thoughts of others unknown.

My head dropped down and I looked at the floor. I saw my reflection in it. I look so horrible and shameful. My cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I know you already know the answer to why I did that because you can read my mind. Please forgive me, Ma'am. I won't ever do it again," I sincerely apologized.

What if some of the maids here also knew about it?

I heard Ma'am Hasha sigh again. "Don't worry. The other telepaths here can only read your mind when they touch you directly. Unlike me, because I am special, I can read the minds of anyone—even without touching, even if they are meters away from me." The way she said those words spooked me out, honestly.

"I won't tell anyone about it. Besides, the alpha king was drunk last night and he might not even remember doing something with you. Forget about it and don't let it get into your head. You should focus on serving him, not flirting with him."

He might not even remember you.

I swallowed a big lump in my throat as that phrase kept echoing inside my head. Ma'am Hasha is right. Cyrus might not even remember what happened, but he wasn't really drunk. And he even told me to come back-

"Stop it, Calliope. Stop thinking about it. Your thoughts speak too loud."

I straightened my back and cleared my throat as I followed Ma'am Hasha. I tried my best to conceal my thoughts about Cyrus and replaced them with thoughts about my family. I miss them so much. I wonder when can I go back and visit them.

"Visiting would be every end of the month," Ma'am Hasha replied.

My face gleamed in excitement. I'll be then looking forward to every end of the month! I will save up as much as I can so I could surprise my family with lots of food!

"If you want that to happen, make sure you work hard and do not let others invade your mind. You're still a young omega who can't control her thoughts and pheromones. There are lots of predators out there so be careful."

Ma'am Hasha speaks in a very serious tone, but I can sense that she really is concerned about me. However, I felt a bit sad. What does being an omega do about my inability to control my thoughts and pheromones?

Once I get a bit older, I will finally handle my thoughts and pheromones better. Maybe now, I need more time to learn and grow.

Pheromones... Cyrus mentioned my pheromones a few times last night. He kept telling me I smelled sweet like vanilla and strawberries and stuff. I know pheromones has also something to do with s****l tension.

"Finish cleaning up the kitchen. Tomorrow morning, you will come with me to town and tailor your dresses," Ma'am Hasha commanded and left me alone in the kitchen.

When she said finish cleaning up the kitchen, did she mean this kitchen? Or all the kitchens in this castle?

...

After two hours of non-stop cleaning and wiping and brushing all the clouds of dust, even the smallest ones, in this hundred-meter-squared kitchen, I went to the tall and sparkling refrigerator to get myself a glass of water. I drank two glasses as I leaned my back on the door of the refrigerator. This is too exhausting!

I felt my body drop down and my sleepy eyes slowly closing already, but the doors of the kitchen suddenly sprang open, and here comes a familiar man walking towards me. My senses woke up and I instantly moved away from the refrigerator as I expected him to use it.

I just kept my eyes on Cyrus as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of champagne. He doesn't look very well today. He reeks of alcohol. His white shirt is torn in the middle, revealing a few of his abs and chest. His ebony black hair is messy and dangling over his face; however, I saw his eyes which are now bright brown. Another thing that is so unique and lovely about Cyrus is his eyes. His eyes are ocean blue at night and turn bright brown during the morning. I felt my heart beating so fast once again. Should I ask him if he's just doing all right?

I shook my head. Of course, Aquilla, you should ask him that!

"U-uh, Alpha? Are you okay?" I asked and placed the glass of water on the tabletop as I moved closer to him. I touched his firm biceps and his grip on the champagne bottle tightened as he felt my touch on him.

And then he slowly turned to me. I just stared at his beauty. Even if he is a mess right now, this mess is still beautiful. He's a beautiful mess.

Does he remember what happened last night?

"Oh, yo-you're the new maid? Nice to m-meet you," he muttered in a stuttering drunk voice.

He closed the refrigerator and started to walk away.

I felt like a cold bucket of ice has been showered upon me. Ma'am Hasha is right. He forgot about last night. He forgot about me. About how he complimented my gray eyes, about our kisses, about everything. He doesn't even remember my name!

I need to follow him.

I strode to reach him and I grabbed the exorbitant champagne from his hands.

He looked down at me with a face of confusion and disappointment. I sighed at him and hid the champagne behind my back.

"You shouldn't be drinking too much, Alpha. I see that you have been drinking since last night and it is not something you should be doing right now," I calmly said to him.

He stared at me blankly for a few seconds. I was expecting him to react or say something in response, but nada.

He is out of his mind already. I can't believe I am witnessing the most powerful and intelligent Alpha King being drunk and dumb. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. This is ridiculous!

"What is funny?"

I stopped laughing as I heard him speak. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

He lowered his face to mine and looked back and forth at both my eyes. He raised his right hand and placed it on my left jawline which fitted his palm perfectly. I felt his thumb slowly brush my cheek. He's too close to me again. His touch made my whole body electrified.

"How are you, Aquilla?" he asked and made a small grin as he closed his eyes.

He remembers me.

I smiled at him as my cheeks flushed red.

"Stop drinking too much, okay? You should be doing other things rather than drinking yourself to death," I said.

He nodded his head with his siren, and bright brown eyes remained to stare right into mine.

"Hmm okay."

I smiled, even more, when he said that like a tamed puppy. He listened to me. This couldn't be so much better!

I brushed his dangling hair up and wiped his sweaty forehead with my extra handkerchief. It's my job to take care of him. Yes. What I am doing right now is not flirting. I am working.

"You better go back to your room and take a rest. I'll make you mushroom soup for you to recover immediately from your drunkenness."

Cyrus shook his head like a child.

"Not soup."

My brows met together in bewilderment.

"Y-you don't want soup? Then what is it that you want? Soup is effective in easing drunkenness."

He shook his head again.

I frowned. "Then what do you want?"

He looked back at me with pleading eyes. I don't even know what he's trying to say, but I'm sure he's telling me something.

"Nevermind. Make me soup and bring it to my room. If you don't know where my room is, you can ask the other maids to lead you there," he replied in a different tone.

Eh?

He was about to leave the kitchen, but he looked back at me and I saw him bit his lower lip.

What the heck is he thinking?

After that, he already left.

I immediately marched my way to prepare the ingredients and make the mushroom soup for Cyrus. This is my first time cooking for someone very special to me. I never tried cooking for my family because mom usually does the cooking for all of us. It's the least she could do for the family, she said.

I am a good cook and I am very confident that I make delicious and jaw-dropping dishes. It's my talent. Maybe this is the only thing I'm good at.

As I was slicing the onion leaves, I heard the door of the kitchen open again. I turned my back and saw Kieran standing there like a statue.

I rolled my eyes and went back to slicing the onions. "What do you need?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just checking up on you. How are you doing?"

I heard his footsteps coming closer to me.

"I thought you were on a trip?"

"I'll go tomorrow. I feel lazy today."

I hissed at him.

"What are you doing?"

I got startled when I felt his body behind me. Both his hands were on top of the table as he enclosed me. His breath I felt traveling to my ears and my nape.

I gulped. "I am making soup for the Alpha. He's been drunk since last night."

"Did he remember you?"

I placed the knife down and turned to Kieran who was very close to me. We were just approximately ten inches apart because of his position. He was looking down at me with his dark eyes.

"He did," I replied confidently.

Kieran examined me for a moment, then he smirked. His deep dimples revealed themselves.

"Did you know he is a telepath?"