The Alphas Dilemma

CHAPTER ONE Rayne's pov "Rayne, are you done with the dishes? They need four more plates at table K710" Ruby shouted at me, looking extremely tired herself. She was standing at the entrance, just a few strides off and I had to move closer because of the jangling surroundings. "On it" I replied to her. Just after finishing serving all the congregation, what else do they need four plates for? I thought in my mind. I quickly got four plates and filled them with the food that had been made by the pack's chef, balancing them as carefully as possible on my arms, while I walked subtly to the packhouse dining room so as not to trip and fall. Something told me that the shreds of the ceramic will be used to leave marks on my body if I break any of the plates. It isn't something the pack heads cannot do. I remember a time—a day after Jenny and Lucas conspired against me to Gilbert, I was serving breakfast in the dining room and mistakenly stepped on Gilbert's feet. He got angry and poured a cup of hot coffee on my face. It would have turned to blister if not for Edward's interference. I pushed back the ugly memory to the pit of my stomach and braced myself for the next task. Hopefully, my clumsiness doesn't earn me more days in the dog cage. Since the pack is very big—one of the biggest packs in America, serving was always a very strenuous job to do. Especially if they keep coming at intervals to collect food. "Oh, let me help you," Jamil said immediately after he saw me falling while trying to balance the tray on my hand with a soft snicker. Taking two plates from my hand, I smiled at him for his kind gesture as I could finally walk in a better posture, minimizing the amount of pain that would attack my waist and back later in the night. "Thanks, I really needed some help with those" I finally confessed while wiping my sweats and he smiled at me reassuringly, before going to the tables that needed the food. "Can you hurry the f**k up, skrep? Some of us have important things to do with our lives" an obnoxious pack member shouted while banging the tabletop to get my attention, making me want to roll my eyes but instead oblige, like I was supposed to. "Didn't the first serving get to the pig? Why is he acting like he's been starved after being on the war front all his life"...."I think this is another opportunity to try to run away again. Don't you think so?" My wolf, Sapphire said for the umpteenth time, since she finally managed to break out of the priest spell. Don't ask me how. I shook my head slightly, carrying on with my serving, trying as much as possible to not get distracted by her rants. "Can I get my food any time soon, b***h" the same voice from earlier shouted, putting more emphasis on the name b***h, causing me to jump in fright and nod my head like an agama lizard. I quickly tossed on his table the plates of food, sneering small cures at me, before he attacked the food. "Here," he forcefully tossed three large empty plates at me before he continued to munch on his food. After giving the remaining food to its owners, I walked back to the kitchen to make a special meal for the Alpha and his entourage, while I dread the chore with igniting passion. The food is to be served once the initial event ends and every other person has probably gone to their house. Where the f**k is the pack's chef. The time goes by at a quick pace but thankfully enough, I finish up with the meal before the time has elapsed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror before leaving, trying to make sure I look presentable enough. My apron had dish soap on it. My socks had tomato sauce and I was dripping with sweat…don't get me started with my hair. It looked worse than a bird's nest. Yucks! After refreshing up for a few seconds, I collected the tray of food from the countertop before making my way out of the kitchen to the packhouse's second living room which was specifically meant for the Alpha and other royalties. I placed the food in different heating containers before trotting upstairs to inform the pack heads that their meal had been served. Climbing the stairs was extremely difficult today, causing my legs to go jelly-like. I hissed out loud once I was finally on the flattened ground, the hallways that lead to some room. Tenaciously, I knocked on the Alpha's door but no reply came from inside. After waiting for some seconds or minutes without hearing any reply, I pushed the door and went inside. The Alpha's compartment in the packhouse was an en suite. Once I checked through the bedroom and did not see him, I walked through the next door and what I saw next made me choke on my saliva. What the heck? Alpha Gilbert stood before me in all his manly glory. Not even for a while did I imagine seeing him this way. Sure he did look good even in clothes, but being dressed does nothing to compliment the view before me. I've never had a taste of man. However, I've seen countless butt naked men but none of them came close to what Gilbert portrayed in nude form. "Like what you see, slave?" Alpha Gilbert asked but all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt patched and so dry. I gulped down my saliva. Gilbert moved closer to me taking one step at a time, his eyes looking at me like I was the first food he is seeing in ages. He traced his index finger on the outline of my face and a cold shiver ran down my spine—probably the effect of the cold water on his body. He used his finger to shift the hair on my shoulders and leaned closer to me. He licked the sensitive part of my ear and I couldn't fight the moan that came out of my mouth. My eyes closed involuntarily as his mouth clamped on my ear and his tongue flicked through my earlobe. Before I sank in the feeling of his tongue on my body, his hands cupped my breast from the fabric of my top and he pressed on them. Damn it… my head automatically swiped to the crook of his neck as a series of moans further escaped my mouth. "All this would have been yours if you hadn't f****d up, redhead" Alpha Gilbert whisper-growled inside my ear, causing Goosebumps to appear all over my body. "Believe me, Gill….Alpha, I didn't steal from you I promise" I said pleadingly, hoping he sees or senses the truth in my words but no such luck comes. He came to stand in front of me and then I saw it and I felt it too. The level of his desire for me. Amongst all the quagmires of skepticism in me and shadows clouding his face, I saw it— a desire so fierce and palpable. The fire in his eyes was dominant, and it commanded me to submit to it. "I don't like it when slaves talk back at me, kitty. I don't take it with women that alter my demands…” "I didn't disobey, Alpha…." "Oh, no…you didn't just talk back to me right?" "I'm sorry," "No apologies needed sweet cheeks. Either way, I'll punish you"