CHAPTER 4: THE CRAFTY OMEGA
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Damian’s POV
After finally getting a much needed bath- but a painfully cold one at the pack border, and absolutely zero sleep, I trekked my way back to the pack house to start with my chores early in the morning.
It took hours to stop my bleeding because Leo was distressed and would not help in healing the injuries inflicted by the princess while it took two hours more to wipe clean the blood on the walls and the red pool on the floor.
I was lucky that my mate had not sensed my Alpha blood in her intoxicated state.
Ofcourse, how could she ?
She was so busy scarring me for life and adding the moment to my 'most hateful moments’ list.
“You are two minutes late”, the head chef growled, the moment I entered the royal kitchen.
It is not like I have to be here at the ass crack of dawn, dumbass. I wanted to say.
I felt like rolling my eyes and flipping the middle finger in front of his pathetic, sweaty face but I knew better than that. Being disrespectful, would only rip me off the two square meal, they barely gave, for an entire week.
Cruel bastards !
I could not live only on water, especially when I had to do all the physically draining work while keeping my training going.
Half dead or broken, I had managed to maintain a 100% attendance record to keep up with my Alpha training. Not a day went by when I did not train myself or my wolf.
The book had been hidden by the tree roots just near the place I took a bath.
The book had been a bliss and in a month’s time, I was going to complete everything sincerely till its last page !
How I wished for the book to train me to mend my broken heart too. Sigh !
“I am sorry, Sir. I was getting these special herbs for you, that you like to use in your dishes so much”, I said before handing over the emergency herbs I kept in my pocket for such scenarios.
Crafty. That is what I was, I know. Aunt Selene often said that and mother would defend me by saying that I was just too smart for others.
I missed them so much.
“Hmph !”, the Chef humphed rudely before he snatched the leaves from me and took his pot bellied self to the other side of the kitchen.
Whew !
That was close.
I was about to let my temper get the best of me, which I had learnt to mellow it down to freezing temperatures over the years. An eruptive, short temper would have led me to the gallows otherwise.
“The King has guests coming today evening. Make sure to make everyone’s breakfast and then help me prepare the feast”, the Head Chef grunted.
Yeah ten different kinds of breakfast for everyone, specially prepared by me.
None of them ate the same darn thing.
And if they, by any chance in a million wasted it, it was my lucky day to have breakfast that day.
Otherwise, the only morsels of food that went in my stomach in the first 8 hours of the day after waking up (if I slept), were the first bites I took in front of the royals and guards for “Food Testing” if I added any poison or not.
It was degrading at first but then I was thankful to have something in my empty stomach after that.
Count your blessings is what the philosophical thinkers said.
“Yes Sir”, I chirped before getting different kinds of mixes, eggs and meat out on the counter.
“And the princess wants custard too along with food for her pet dog”, the chef added.
Dog ?
Since when did she have a dog ?
And then the horror of the implication dawned on me.
Don’t tell me it was what I thought.
I was not her pet dog, was I ?
I knew she treated me like one but she wouldn't be cruel enough to treat me like a crawling pet lapping his food on his knees, would she ?
The idea horrified me but I was forced to shove it away as time was running and it was precious. I had still not started with anyone's breakfast and I had to be done before the teenagers went for training and the adults for patrolling and royal duties. If I got late even by a minute, I would be punished with more work and no food.
"Make sure you wear something decent. The guests will be touring the entire palace", the Head Chef grunted out. "Royal orders", he added.
"Oh ok ! The guests must be close to the King. He doesn't allow anyone near the royal kitchen or the weapons room. I wonder who they must be", I tried to extract out vital information from the chef nonchalantly.
I had to know if the "guests" were a threat to me and if they would recognize me or turn out to be from the Black Mystic Pack.
The last option was not applicable though as the royals absolutely loathed that evil pack and never missed an opportunity to show their disdain towards them, especially when they had to treat everyone "equally" as they all belonged to the Supernatural Kingdom.
However, I still had to be sure.
"Trouble is coming", I heard the Head Chef murmur under his breath. If it were not for my Alpha ears, I wouldn't have heard anything. I am sure he did not expect my "omega" ears to catch on what he said.
"Huh ?", I incredulously asked.
"I said the King's cousin- the Duke and his daughter are coming. What did you hear ?", he growled as if I was at fault for badmouthing the royal couple's guests.
"Nothing Sir", I meekly squeaked out.
"Good. Now get your fat fingers moving fast. You have only ten minutes left", he roared before leaving me alone in the kitchen to take care of everything !
It was his fat fingers that needed to work.
I cooked everything while he took the credit !
What a f*****g nasty and disgusting boss. Ughh.
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