My Alpha mates Love

Cooked meal.

Victoria

"This will be your room. There will be a few changes. From now on, you will be in charge of Master Theodore. You will cook his meals, clean his clothes, and spread his bed. Everything that entails him. Got it?" Fiona's words rang in my ears, and my heart leaped with joy. It was as if fate had finally decided to work in my favor, breaking the cycle of misfortune that had plagued me for so long. Luck was presenting itself in the most unexpected ways.

I maintained a serious look on my face, not wanting to reveal my overwhelming excitement about this grand opportunity. "Yes, noted," I replied, trying to sound composed and professional.

"Good." With that, Fiona closed the door behind me, leaving me alone in the room. It wasn't just any servant's quarters—it was nestled a few meters away from the main house, discreetly hidden behind the enchanting garden. The five studio units each comprised a spacious room with a king-size bed, and there was even a faucet bathroom and a toilet nearby. It may not have been extravagant, but it was certainly more spacious than the humble dwelling I had called home.

Unpacking my clothes, I carefully arranged them in the cabinets, taking a moment to appreciate the upgrade in living arrangements. A quick and soothing hot shower washed away any lingering traces of weariness, rejuvenating me for the tasks ahead. Fiona had thoughtfully written down my duties regarding Theo. Tonight's dinner menu called for a delightful stir fry with rice and spaghetti, accompanied by a refreshing blend of freshly squeezed tangerine and mango juice.

As I ventured through the mansion, I discovered that it was divided into two wings—the east and west wing. If the alpha resided here, I doubted he had a close relationship with his son. The Alpha slept in the east wing with The Luna, his wife, and only Fiona tended to their needs. I set the table in anticipation, the steaming hot food enticingly spread out before me. However, Theo was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was still in his room, requiring me to summon him to the table.

With a deep breath, I ascended the stairs that led to his room at the far end. Each step I took sent my heart racing with anticipation. I couldn't believe that I was about to speak to my mate one-on-one for the first time. Finally, I stood before his mahogany brown door adorned with a golden doorknob, and I mustered the courage to knock twice.

"Who is it?" His deep, alluring voice responded from within the room.

"It's Victoria, your personal... um, your maid. May I come in?" I asked, hoping that I had used the correct term.

"Yeah," he answered, granting me permission to enter.

My hand grasped the golden doorknob, and with a gentle swing, the door creaked open, revealing Theo's piercing gaze upon me. I expected a warm smile or a flirtatious wink, but instead, he gave me a stern glare mixed with a hint of disgust and a pinch of curiosity. It was as if he was sizing me up from head to toe, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

"Well, what did you want, Astoria?" he questioned, his tone sharp and his eyes piercing.

"It's Victoria," I corrected him with a kind smile. "I came here to inform you that dinner is ready."

He waved his hand dismissively, but my eyes caught sight of the infinity mark on his wrist—the same mark I had on mine, symbolizing our mate bond. His brows raised in surprise as he noticed I was gawking a little more than I should have. "What?" he asked, clearly intrigued by the coincidence.

"Oh, um... that was all," I stammered, momentarily flustered by his presence and the realization of our connection.

"Good, now get out. I'll be there for dinner," he commanded, his authoritative tone contrasting with the spark of curiosity in his eyes.

My legs carried me toward the door, but my mind couldn't help but linger on Theo. He was undeniably handsome, albeit slightly mean in his demeanor. Yet, my heart couldn't resist being struck by his enigmatic aura. As I stepped out of his room, I couldn't help but imagine our future together and the adorable babies we would have, blessed with their father's remarkable genes.

With a goofy smile on my face, I continued down the hallway, my excitement building for the upcoming dinner. I was the luckiest girl, now I can be closer to my mate and soon, very soon I will finally tell him he and I are mates and then after that, at the moon light ball, he will declare me as his mate. Everyone will clap for me and I will be the next Luna. Then I will look at his father and raise the middle finger at him like “ha ha I am mated to your son, suck that”

“Katrina!” Theo’s voice drew me back to the present. It's not my name though.

“It's….”

“So what is this?” He asked, cutting me off pointing at the food.

“It's your dinner. Rice, spaghetti and stir fry with some beef stew accompany it with freshly squeezed organic juice.”I answered.

He exhaled, and leaned back on his chair, his glare shot at me.

“You must be the new help, out of all the unemployed women in the pack they gave you the job? Your rice is sloppy, the stew is too oily, and the spaghetti looks like dry corn bread. Your so-called lemon squeezed juice has fruit pulps.” He spat that like that blond mean chef from that cringy reality show.

" How old are you?" He asked.

" I am...."

" Freshly eighteen, just as I suspected." He cut in.

I was so close to saying something so mean but, I wouldn't want to be fired on my first day of work. Besides, I never wish to head back to bartending at the bar, the stench of booze and sweat, oof! I think I can handle a mean mate in this mega mansion.

“My apologies Master Theodore, what would you like to eat?”I asked.

“Take out, Alma restaurant has my favorite usual.” He stated.

I took out my phone and scrolled to see if I could find this Alma restaurant.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

“Ordering for you something to eat from the restaurant you have said.”I replied.

He huffed. What did I do wrong this time?

“Ordering? Don't you think I would have done that?” He spat accompanied with a low cuss.

He dialed on his phone.

“Yes, with chilli.”He ended the call and returned his eyes to me .

“You will pick the order, I’m sure you know Alma Restaurant, tell them Theodore’s well cooked meal.”He emphasized on the Well cooked meal.

It's late at night, but if my mate wants his food, I will cross every lava and swim every mountain… wait that isn't right. But you get the point. My mate wants a well cooked meal he will have it.