Married To The Ruthless Alpha

Episode Four: Mate.

Entering the room, Helena was seated on her bed with the twins beside her. They seemed to be discussing something serious, as I noticed the flush on their faces.

Grabbing at the hem of my shirt, I glanced down at my feet when I noticed their hateful glare on me.

“You called for me.“

Mentally, I cursed at myself for stuttering.

Ignoring the stutter, Helena got up and walked up to her dressing table. She picked up a silver ring and placed it on her right pinky finger before turning to me.

“I want you to make two glasses of Irish tea. The one you made for the old man before he died. When you're done, bring it down to my office.“

I stood wide-eyed as she talked.

Irish tea.

It was during the time Dad was on the sickbed that I did them. He loved taking the tea in the morning, and I had perfected how to make it with a lot of practice.

When I walked into the room, Helena was seated on her bed with the twins next to her. I saw that their cheeks were flushed, which meant they were talking about something significant.

I held on to the hem of my shirt and stared down at my feet as I felt their angry glare.

"Y...you called for me," I said, stuttering.

I chastised myself in my head for stammering. Helena got up and walked over to her dressing table, ignoring the stutter. She slipped a silver ring on her right pinky finger and then turned to face me.

"I would like you to make two cups of Irish tea." The ones you prepared for your father before he died. "Bring it down to my office when you're done."

I stood there with my mouth open, as she said.

Irish Tea.

I created them when Dad was in bed unwell. He liked to drink tea in the morning, and after a lot of practice, I learned how to make it.

I had promised him that I would always be there for him and take good care of him.

But I haven't made any since he died two years ago. I don't even think I could do it right anymore.

I raised my head to look at Helena.

I haven't made them since he died two years ago, however. I'm not even sure I could do it right anymore.

I raised my head to look at Helena.

What does she need tea for at a party? She didn't even take them. Was she trying to get back at me? What did I do wrong this time?

Molly stood up and snapped her wonderfully manicured fingers at me, which made me cease staring at her.

"Are you deaf now?" She growled and looked at me with disdain.

"No, no, no. I'm sorry." I stammered and looked down again.

"Just get out of my room now. And don't let the tea become too sweet." Helena replies, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." I nodded deeply and quickly exited the room.

As I pushed through the throng, I bumped into someone and gasped as I heard the tray of champagne they were carrying fall to the ground.

The loud music covered it up, but it didn't hide the fact that the drink had spilled all over someone else's white shirt.

Fear filled the maid bringing the champagne, and I instinctively put my hands on the person's shirt to try to wipe off the red mark. At the same time, the maid got down and started putting the broken glasses on the tray.

"I'm so sorry." I nervously whispered, with tears threatening to fall down my face.

A terrifying growl emerged from the person's chest, and I felt a surge of electricity go through my body. It set my heart and mind on fire, making me shake.

I moved back and took my hands away right away.

"Mate!"

An intrusive voice rang out in my head, making me gasp in fear and tighten my fingers. I raised my head and looked the person in the eye. My mind raced as the bright green and gold colors swirled about and enveloped my head.

"Mine!"