My Alpha mates Love

A masked hero

Victoria.

As I approached the elegant restaurant, a dapper gentleman stood outside, holding a bag of carefully packed food. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, and when our eyes met, he quickly glanced at his phone, seemingly confirming my identity as the recipient of the order. I confidently walked up to him, ready to claim Theodore's meal.

"Hi, I'm here for Theodore's order," I stated, my voice filled with a mix of determination and a touch of disappointment.

"You must be Victoria," he replied, extending his hand in a polite gesture. I took note of his good looks—slightly taller than me, with neatly styled short hair and mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Yes," I confirmed with a nod, shaking his hand.

"Enjoy," he responded, passing me the bag of food. I couldn't help but add a hint of self-deprecating humor, "Well, it's not for me. My boss thinks my cooking has more problems than a crossword puzzle."

He chuckled, his laughter as adorably infectious as his voice. "I'm sure he didn't even taste it. But don't let it stress you. Theo can be quite the diva. By the way, you must be the new keeper."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. "Guilty as charged," I joked, lightening the mood.

"I'm Drake," he introduced himself, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"Pleasure to meet you, Drake," I replied, unable to contain my delight. "I guess I'll be seeing you more often, considering my boss despises my cooking on my first day."

He grinned, and his seductive voice sent shivers down my spine. "Well, this is actually my last day here. But I wouldn't mind sharing my recipes with you."

My face lit up with joy. "I would be delighted to," I said, reaching for my phone and handing it to him. "I'll save your number as 'Chef Guy.'"

He chuckled again, returning my phone. "That'll do. I'll text you as soon as I get home."

As I left, waving goodbye, I couldn't help but revel in the rarity of encountering such a kind-hearted person. In a world where so many had been mean to me, meeting Drake warmed my heart, reminding me that there are still genuine individuals out there.

Walking down the dimly lit street, I became increasingly aware of the late hour and the potentially dangerous environment. The dark alley ahead seemed foreboding, but I brushed aside my concerns, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Drake's recipes.

However, the further I walked, the darker it became, and the faces that surrounded me were far from reassuring. Unpleasant men began calling out to me, their crude words grating against my senses. Regret washed over me for not changing into more casual attire—a pair of jeans and a hoodie—before venturing out. My dress, slightly above the knees, seemed to attract unwelcome attention.

"Hey, baby," one of them called out, their voices laced with malice. I quickened my pace, clutching the bag of food protectively to my chest. Three men blocked my path, and as I turned around, two more appeared, encircling me.

"What's the hurry, little one?" a rough-looking man sneered, their red eyes flickering with excitement from the shadows. The alley's absence of streetlights only added to the ominous atmosphere.

One of them snatched my bag and began sniffing its contents. They were Bully Deltas, known for causing trouble in these parts. Their intentions were clear, and their vile words sent a shiver down my spine. I felt helpless, knowing that as a lone wolf, I couldn't take on all six of them.

One of the men grabbed me, and I unleashed a torrent of insults and profanities, hoping to deter their advances.

"Careful, sugar. Frank here has a humiliation kink. Insults excite him," one of them mocked, their laughter echoing through the alley.

Helplessly pinned to the ground, I could do nothing but scream for help. "Help! Someone, help me!" I cried out, my voice carrying the weight of desperation.

"Shut up, sweetness," their ring leader sneered, covering my mouth to stifle my pleas. In that moment, an unexpected turn of events unfolded. Something flew through the air, striking the ring leader on the forehead. He collapsed, blood streaming down his face. One by one, the other assailants dropped to the ground, released from their grip on my wrists and ankles.

In a daze, I rose to my feet, straightening my disheveled dress. I held the bag of food tightly, its contents miraculously unharmed. Glancing back into the darkness of the alley, I caught a glimpse of a figure—a man with liquid dripping from a sharpened wooden object in his hand. Though his features remained hidden beneath a hooded sweatshirt, his presence exuded strength and an air of mystery. I couldn't shake the feeling that he could see right through me.

"Thank you," I murmured, my voice filled with gratitude, before turning and running away. He had saved my life, and even though I yearned to know his name and embrace him with gratitude, my current priority was to ensure my own safety.

Spotting a passing taxi, I waved frantically, hoping to escape the darkness that still lingered. The driver stopped, and as I hurriedly approached the vehicle, he jested, "Sorry, lady, I'm married."

Startled by his comment, I quickly corrected myself. "No, no! Please, just take me to The Speer estate."

His expression shifted to a serious one, guilt momentarily flashing across his face. He unlocked the car doors, acknowledging his mistake. "My apologies," he said, a tinge of remorse evident in his voice.

"Please, let's just get out of here," I replied, my voice tinged with a mixture of relief and urgency.

Once safely inside the cab, I couldn't help but ponder the events that had unfolded. The encounter with the mysterious stranger in the alley, the exhilaration of being saved, and now, the imminent arrival of the Alpha at the Speer estate—my heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. I hoped fervently that he wouldn't recognize me or uncover the truth about my past and my parents.

Arriving back at the estate, I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen, eager to warm Theodore's food and serve it before his presence demanded my attention.

"Took you long enough, and I'm not even hungry," Theodore announced, making his grand entrance into the kitchen.

"I..." I stuttered, taken aback by his unwarranted rudeness.

"I ate that garbage you cooked. It was so bad that I had to force myself to finish it. Nobody else would have touched it if it weren't for me," he sneered, his tone laced with disdain.

I bit my tongue, fighting the urge to unleash a storm of insults in response. After all, I needed this job—a rough start, bills to pay—and I wanted to get to know Theodore better, despite his whiny, self-absorbed demeanor. For now, I would swallow my pride and endure whatever insults he threw my way.

"My apologies, your highness. It won't happen again," I managed to reply, my voice calm but laced with suppressed frustration.

"Good," he retorted before turning to leave. However, before exiting the kitchen, he paused, his words leaving me in a state of uncertainty. "And by the way, my dad is coming home in a few hours."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Alpha's impending arrival. The thought of him discovering my true identity and the secrets I held filled me with unease. I could only hope that my facade would hold up, at least for a little while longer.

Retreating to my modest quarters, I sought solace in a soothing shower. Thoughts of the man who had saved me in the alley consumed my mind. I wished I could embrace him, express my gratitude, and discover his name. In my heart, he was my own personal Superman. Lying in bed, a smile graced my face, a beacon of light amidst the day's tribulations.

Opening the package of food, I poured its contents onto a plate. The aroma alone was tantalizing, beckoning me to indulge. Chinese fried rice with succulent beef stew and a perfectly baked meat pie on the side—it was a culinary masterpiece. With each bite, I moaned in delight, savoring the explosion of flavors that danced upon my taste buds.

Once finished, I diligently cleaned the dishes, changed into comfortable pajamas, and drifted off to sleep, a sense of contentment washing over me. Despite the challenges that the day had brought, I held onto the memory of the stranger who had come to my rescue, the heavenly taste of Drake's food, and the prospect of discovering what fate awaited me in the presence of the Alpha.