The Alpha's sons

Unwanted Attention

Few hours ago (part 1)

Violet lay in bed, half awake, as creaks and soft groans filled her dark apartment. The sounds, so familiar yet unsettling, made her heart beat faster. She sat up and listened closely.“Not again,” she whispered to herself. She got out of bed quietly and tiptoed down the hall. “Liam, are you okay?” she asked softly as she reached her seven-year-old son’s room. Liam slept soundly under his thin blanket, a small smile on his face.“Hush now, baby. Mama’s here,” she murmured, smoothing his hair. After checking on him, Violet grabbed her small flashlight and walked into the dark corridor. The old floorboards creaked under her careful steps, and the shadows on the peeling walls looked like silent watchers.“Who’s there?” she called out in a small, shaky voice, half-expecting an answer.

The silence replied. Violet sighed and said, “It’s just the old building settling. I must be imagining things.”She returned to Liam’s room, turned on a small lamp, and sat by his side. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mama is here,” she reassured him, even though he remained asleep. The night passed slowly, with the usual sounds echoing through the apartment. Though the noises scared her sometimes, they had become a part of her life. Violet closed her eyes, trying to forget the eerie sounds, and eventually drifted back to a fitful sleep. When dawn broke, soft light filled the room. Violet woke early and gently shook Liam. “Time to wake up, Liam. Let’s get ready for school,” she said, her voice warm and kind. Over breakfast, she chatted with him.“Did you sleep well, buddy?” she asked.“Mm-hmm,” Liam replied, rubbing his eyes.“Today is a new day. We’ll have lots of fun,” she smiled. After a quick breakfast, she dressed him in his school uniform.

At the schools car pack, Liam tugged at her hand.“Mama, will you be back soon?” he asked with a yawn.“Of course, my love. I’ll be back before you know it,” she answered, kissing his forehead. Once Liam left, Violet took a deep breath and headed to her car. Her next stop was her restaurant, a small place that felt like home. Driving through the quiet streets, she thought about her busy day ahead. At the restaurant, the warm smell of fresh bread and spices welcomed her. Inside, soft music played and soft voices mingled with the clatter of dishes in the busy kitchen.“Good morning, Violet!” called Marco, her chef, as he wiped down a counter.“Morning, Marco,” she replied with a tired smile.“How are things today?” he asked.“Busy as always. I hope everything is running smooth,” Violet said. She walked around the restaurant, stopping by each table to talk with her regular customers. At one table, an elderly man greeted her.“Violet, you make the best food in town,” he said kindly.“Thank you, Mr. Harris. It means a lot,” she replied.

A young waitress ran over.“Violet, we need more sauce in the kitchen!” she exclaimed.“I’ll check it out right away,” Violet responded. She continued to chat with everyone in simple, friendly words. Every conversation was filled with small, warm dialogues that made her day feel lighter. After a few hours, Violet checked that all was well in the restaurant. Now, she had another job to do. A private client had hired her as a chef for the evening. She had been told that the client was a woman with refined tastes. This made her curious, but she trusted her skills.“I must get going,” Violet said to Marco as she prepared to leave.“Be safe, Violet. And good luck with your new job,” Marco said.“Thanks, Marco. I’ll see you later,” she replied. With a bag full of her cooking tools and ingredients, Violet headed to her car. The drive to the mansion was quiet, and the bright afternoon sun made the long road seem less lonely. Thoughts raced in her mind about the strange job, but she kept them to herself.

When she finally arrived at the mansion, its tall iron gates and manicured lawn made her feel small. She parked her car and took a deep breath before walking up to the entrance. A uniformed attendant greeted her with a curt nod.“Good afternoon, I’m here for the cooking job,” Violet said politely.“Follow me, please,” the attendant replied, leading her through a grand hallway with polished marble floors. Violet’s heart beat a little faster as she entered the dining area. Expecting to see a refined woman, she was surprised when a man stepped forward from the shadows.“Hello, Violet,” the man said in a low, steady voice.“Hello,” Violet replied, confused by his unexpected presence.“My name is Kingston,” he introduced himself, his eyes fixed on her in a way that made her uneasy.

“Kingston, I thought I was meeting a woman today,” Violet said slowly.“Plans changed. But I am in charge now,” Kingston replied, his tone cool and calm. Violet hesitated for a moment, then nodded.“All right. I will start in the kitchen,” she said. In the mansion’s modern kitchen, the air was cool and quiet. Violet laid out her ingredients on the counter, her hands steady despite the odd feeling she had around Kingston. Violet tied back her long black hair into a loose ponytail, leaving a few strands that framed her delicate face. Her smooth, honey-toned skin glowed under the kitchen’s bright lights, her sharp, almond-shaped green eyes flicking over the ingredients with practised ease. She wore a simple, fitted white blouse, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a pair of dark jeans that hugged her slender yet strong frame.“Do you need help?” Kingston asked, stepping closer.“No, thank you. I work best alone,” Violet replied, picking up a knife. She began chopping vegetables carefully. The knife’s rhythm was steady, slicing through carrots and zucchini. The sound filled the quiet space as Violet focused on her task. Kingston leaned against the counter and watched.“So, Violet,” he said, “how did you become such a good cook?”Violet looked up briefly. “I started cooking when I was a child,” she answered simply.“And your recipes? Are they family secrets?” he asked, his tone curious.“Some are. They have been passed down for years,” Violet said, returning to her chopping. The man’s eyes never left her.“Tell me more about your life,” he pressed.