My Marked Mate

Chapter Three

By the time I came out of my office, the lady my wolf pronounced mate was long gone. I decided to ask some questions from Jenifa, wanting to know something about her wasn't a good idea.

"Hey Jenifa, this new lady I said I didn't like earlier, what's her name?" Jenifa was at this time attending to one of the kids who must have injured himself while playing.

Now, giving me her full attention as a sign of respect to her alpha, "Who, you mean Melinda?" "Oh, her name is Melinda, but why do we need an extra cook in the first place? What happened to the chef?" I was only saying this to justify my not wanting her around the pack house.

Even though my wolf was seriously revolting in my head, at this point, I still have the upper hand, so I am using it to my advantage.

"She needs an extra hand to ease off the cook. Is it about the pay? I will sort it out on my way if that's the problem." Oh, she was already getting it all wrong. I can employ as many chefs as I want.

Money wasn't the problem; the only issue here is that she's a human, and to make matters worse, she's just a human. "Jenifa, it's not about the money.

No problem, you can employ whoever you want as long as she does her work professionally."

"Yes, she will. She's a nice girl you should get to meet her." "I bet I will," I said knowingly.

I hadn't seen Eric since I got back. Then I remembered I needed to get some updates from Cassandra regarding the development with the witches. They've really been hell-bent on seeking the help of my pack.

The last attack really affected us, more reason why we had to move to the human world. For now, we are safe, but in the next few minutes, no one can tell.

This is why I need a strong mate who can be ready to fight any day and any time with me. I am a man of war, a man who is always in trouble.

There are many things I can bear to lose, but someone I'm meant to love with everything within me should be someone who would be strong enough to survive for me.

The rest of the day went by so fast as Eric didn't return that day. Hoping to hear from him tomorrow, leaving Jenifa to spend the night at the pack house tonight.

I set off in the early hours of the morning as I couldn't stop thinking about this new development. Finding my mate definitely is the worst thing that can happen to me this year. She definitely doesn't even know werewolves (shapeshifters) exist; definitely this would terrify her.

I eventually fell asleep, only to be woken up by the noise of children running around and screaming a familiar name, Melinda. I got pissed off to be woken up to hear the human cook's name.

Needing her to know her place, I stood up to make her first day here at the pack house miserable, even though she had done nothing wrong but to be my mate to me.

I walked down to the kitchen area where it was already full of some of my pack members who love to eat from the main house. It has been a tradition for as many members who would love to have breakfast with their alpha to come to the main pack house for breakfast.

Hence, after several hours of the pack cook, though she's well paid for her services, she surely enjoys the chatter and connection this brings to the pack members. I sat at the end of the table as usual, as everyone was already diving into the meal that morning. Then I looked at the human cook. She was dressed in a cook uniform that was picked out and designed by Jenifa, her hair was in a ponytail style, and she was to serve the main dish. As she came to the table area, one could see she was intimidated by my presence as our previous experience at first was bad.

At least one thing is sure: my unwanted mate was intimidated by me. I decided to use it to my advantage. As she stepped back for everyone to dig in, "Who cooked this meal?" The whole house seemed to go silent as I used my alpha voice in asking this question; some people raised a questioning eye.

"I said, who cooked this meal?" The human cook, who was already on edge and scared, quickly spoke up, "I only did the dressing; the chef made the meal, sir." I looked at Jenifa, who was already giving me a pleading eye not to scare Melinda any further.

"This food doesn't look like the chef made it, but notwithstanding, I want my meal to be made exceptionally by the chef. You can make others. Do I make myself clear?" I could sense she was about to challenge my statement, but as I looked at her sternly, "Yes, sir."

I left the kitchen without having breakfast, which was not a usual thing. Far off into the woods, there was an open field where we train our soldiers who go into war with us. I went down to supervise the recent activities and development. We needed all hands to be on deck; no one knows when Cassandra would be able to ward off the witches too. Not long after, Eric finally appeared after twenty-four hours of being away.