The rejected bond of Alpha Marcus

Obsolete

Marcus POV

After leaving the parlor, the men were brought into the foyer where an older, very strict-looking woman stood. She had her graying hair in a tight bun on top of her head. She was holding what seemed to be a book, as she peered over her glasses at the men in front of her. She was wearing a black floor length dress, while she was surrounded by young women in a maid uniforms.

“What’s professor McGonagall doing here?” Alexander whispered, just when the room had quieted down, causing Noah to snort.

The woman’s stern gaze snapped to them, before moving over the rest of the crowd.

“Gentlemen, my name is Bertha, and I am the household manager here at house Barclay. If you have any questions or complaints concerning the cleanliness of your rooms or any preferences the kitchen staff should know, please, let me know. Now, when I state your name, kindly step forward and follow behind the housekeeper I have assigned to you. This will be your personal housekeeper for the next few weeks.”

“Your name?” Marcus was going through his phone, waiting until it was his turn. When he noticed the room had gone quiet, he looked up to see all eyes on him. He furrowed his brows. Wasn’t she going to call their names?

“Alpha Marcus Harper,” Marcus stated.

“Ah, Harper,” The woman’s lips tugged up as she crossed out something in her book and flipped to the last page. “Obsolete wing,” she told the housekeeper, whose eyes went big for a moment, before nodding and gesturing for Marcus and his unit to follow.

Idiot! He shot at Alexander through the link. It was obvious that they had been moved because of his McGonagall comment. Just when they moved to follow the young woman, a man barged into the foyer, throwing his bags onto the floor loudly.

“So sorry I’m late.” He said with a confident smirk. He had a face Marcus knew all too well.

The startled household manager composed herself, glaring at the man for a moment, before stating, “Name?”

“Christian Hatchett,” The woman’s finger trailed through her book, before she stated, “Obsolete wing,”

“Ah, Marcus, brother,” Christian slung an arm over Marcus, as they followed the housekeepers up a flight of stairs and through different corridors. Marcus peeked into one of the open doors they passed. It was a colossal room with stunning features. It had a King sized bed with meticulous gold carvings. Extravagant indeed.

“I’m not your brother, and get your arm off of me,” Marcus drawled, shrugging Christian off him.

“You say that now, but I know you love me,” Christian stated with a chuckle. He wasn’t wrong. Though Marcus had hated Christian for everything he had done to his sister, Mackenzie, he had come to understand the reasonings behind his actions better and had grown quite fond of him. Not that he would ever tell Christian that.

“What are you even doing here?” Marcus asked, spinning on his heel. The housekeepers stopped moving, looking at each other with uncertainty.

“W-we’re not supposed to stop…” One stated, trailing off.

“It’s okay, we’ll be moving again in no time,” Benjamin stated with a wink, causing the girl to blush.

“I got an invitation and thought, why the hell not?” Christian shrugged, running his hands over his shirt.

Marcus huffed, but settled with that answer…for now.

With every new corridor they sauntered through, Marcus witnessed the rooms becoming more rudimentary and desolate. Until they finally reached their very own ‘Obsolete wing’. The name alone should have been a dead giveaway.

“We’re here,” the housekeeper omega’s voice was so quiet, it was almost a whisper as she stopped in front of a door.

Marcus pushed open the door and paused in the doorway. The room was so small, he was surprised they didn’t have to sleep in bunkbeds. In every corner of the room stood a single bed. A very uncomfortable looking single bed.

Marcus stepped into the room further and pushed open the only other door to find a bathroom. It had a shower stall with a curtain and a toilet without a seat.

The other men had the decency to keep quiet. They all felt Marcus’ anger rolling off of him in waves.

“I-if there’s a-anything y-you need, please, don’t hesitate to a-ask,” The omega spoke up, fearing the men’s reaction. How the hell did they treat the staff here? Marcus wondered.

“What’s your name?” Alexander, who had come in last, asked her.

“I-Isla,” the girl replied shyly.

“Well, Isla, thank you very much for your help. You did a very good job. Didn’t she, guys?” Alexander asked, turning to the group.

“Absolutely,” Benjamin winked at her.

“Sure did,” Noah smiled encouragingly, while Marcus gave a curt nod and a tight smile.

The girl’s face lit up immediately, a big smile appearing on her face. She curtsied before disappearing.

“You guys’ room look like a prison cell too?” Alexander appeared in the doorway and chuckled.

“This is your fault!” Marcus shot at Alexander.

“What? Oh come on, she looked as though she was going to reward Gryffindor with ten points, don’t deny that’s what you were all thinking?” Alexander held up his hands in defense.

“But you just had to say it, didn’t you? Loudly, I might add.” Marcus replied. He turned back to the room and sighed. Fitting into that tiny bed was going to be torture. And the thought of showering sent a chill up his spine. That disgusting shower curtain always found a way towards your legs, no matter how far away you were from the damn thing.

“Oh yeah, I can definitely see it now,” Christian chimed in, bumping shoulders with Alexander while the pair laughed.

While looking at the pair, Marcus had asked himself many times why he had accepted Alexander as his beta. If the man hadn’t been one of his closest friends, loyal to a fault and sharp-witted, he would have demoted him years earlier just for his sense of humor.

“No closets, so no unpacking I guess,” Noah stated, looking closer at the room. They would need somewhere to hang their suits though.

“We’ve had worse,” Benjamin mused. It was true. During one of their mock recon missions at Alpha College, they’d had to sleep out in the wilderness, hunting for their own food for weeks. They would get through this too.

“So, what do you think the second trial will consist of?” Christian asked, plopping down on one of the beds as if he was part of their unit, when, in reality, he was competition.

“We could snoop around and find out,” Benjamin smirked.

“Or I could just fu—”

“No, no f*****g the maids!” Marcus quickly stopped Alexander’s thought process, with a warning glare.

“Buzz kill,” Alexander mumbled under his breath.

“Do you think they have wood and an electric wood saw here?” Marcus wondered out loud, thinking of ways to improve their stay here, when they’re was a knock at the door.

“I’ve been instructed to bring you this,” Isla, their housekeeper gave Marcus an envelope, before retreating once more.

“I better go check if I’ve received one,” Christian stood up, clappen Marcus on the shoulder and exited the room.

“You have been invited to the Royal banquet tonight at 18h00. Formal attire is mandatory.”

“Looks like we’re going to dinner.”