The Alpha's Slave Mate

6. Irritates Me

Luna's POV

Early the next morning, I woke up and did the necessary things I was expected to do.

To prove to him that I am much more than capable, and he doesn't need to tell me what to do. I had woken up already even before the time he stated. I woke up at around 4 am, as early as possible in the morning, and attended to every chore that was available in the entire bedroom.

Hell, I even had to sweep the entire large-scale compound, ignoring the endless pain that had been gnawing hard against my waist.

After a very long while, I am now in the kitchen, attending to the list of all the tasks I need to do. I am trying to see if I can prepare some sort of early morning meal for… I pause in my thoughts, who am I even supposed to make it for? Will Ava kill me for this?

I mean, she might be thinking she must be the one to prepare something for Alpha Kael, but I am the slave, which grants me the duty and the responsibility to also take care of his meals, right? I don't even know what to think right now. It is all so confusing to me. I mean, the fact that there is no cook here makes it known that I also have to cook.

But I don't know right now. I kick the thoughts off as I proceed to make the dishes, with the pain of yesterday's slap still lingering on my cheek.

The slap had caused me a heavy amount of pain and headache in my head that created a sudden, sparking pain anytime I moved my head sharply. I wince slightly as the pain swirls through my head and I drop the knife I am holding immediately, trying to relax and gain hold of myself.

Oh goddess, I hope I do not fall sick from this. I think to myself as I rub my palm against my forehead slowly, trying to recollect myself.

"Are you okay?" That sharp, deep, calm voice of his jolts me as I swiftly turn my head to my left to see him standing before me with his arms folded. I feel another pain and I wince slightly, taking hold of my forehead.

I did not expect him to be there. How did he get into the kitchen without me discovering he was stepping in?

He frowns slightly as he examines me.

"I guess this must be the effect of the slap she gave you yesterday, right?" He asks but then I look up at him and then scoff deep down within me.

I turn away from him, ignoring his question as I return to the dishes. What does he think he's asking me for? Why is he acting like he cares? Am I not nothing more than his mere slave? I think to myself as I pick up the knife and continue to dice through a load of fish in my hand.

I hear him chuckle a few meters away from me, and the next thing I feel is his usual domineering aura suddenly evaporating and circling the air in the entire kitchen.

"You know you should listen and answer questions when your alpha is asking you," he says.

But my hatred right now has soared beyond anything I can ever imagine. I keep my attention on the fish in front of me. I continue to dice against it acting as though he is not even in the room with me.

With a swift movement, the knife is away from my hand and I am no longer before the cooking table. I find myself suddenly pinned against a section of the kitchen on the cold tiled wall as he takes hold of my jaw and tilts my head to look at him.

I gulp down hard, feeling a very powerful, uncontainable strange sensation that floods my veins. The moment our gaze meets, his eye suddenly bears a charming sort of radiance that makes me gulp down hard. I struggle to look away from him, but I can't.

He brings his face closer to mine and I can feel the charged and heated tension in the air that makes me struggle to grasp my sense of reality. Why the hell am I suddenly feeling this longing to feel his warmth all around me?

I'm still thinking this as he begins to whisper with his lips a few meters away from mine.

" I am not going to repeat myself." He speaks and I can realize and notice the hoarseness in his voice. He sounds as if he is trying to fight something deep down within him. As if he is trying to control something. Maybe he is trying to control his beast from tearing me apart. I don't know, but hell, I don't care.

I find myself struggling to pull him away from me, but he is not budging.

"You have no right. Do you understand? You have no right to detest my presence whenever I am talking to you or instructing you. Do you understand?" He asks sharply, but I don't reply or even show him a hint that I am listening to what he is saying as I continue to look at him with a relentless sharp stare.

He looks suddenly infuriated and I can notice his face turning red as he pulls me away from the wall and takes me to a section of the kitchen. He takes me to the middle and places me face down against the table with my back towards him. Then, I feel a very sharp pain course through my arse as his large palm slaps against my bottom, making me gasp with pain and a sort of sweet sensation that trails down my body.

Oh, goodness me! I did not expect that to happen. I think to myself.

"This is just a minimal punishment compared to what I would do to you the next time you try to disobey my orders and you must also learn to respond to me when I talk," he says and slaps my bottom again, forcing me to gasp against the table.

He then pulls me to an upright position. He spins me brutally around to face him and pins me against it, gazing at me as if he is attempting to suck the living life out of me. I gasp.

I don't understand, but his face right now seems to be glistening with sweat. He hasn't even made any method to expose himself to any struggle. Why is he now sweating all of a sudden? I wonder to myself as he leans closer to me, suddenly wrapping his arms tight around my waist.

His lips brush slightly against mine, forcing me to gasp as I instantly pull away from him.

What the hell is he doing?

I struggle to detach his arms from me, but he is not bulging. He chuckles and brings his lips closer to my ears.

I don't understand what is going on. Is this how he treats his slaves? Does he molest them and take advantage of their bodies anyhow because he is an alpha? The thought of that suddenly gets me even more infuriated as the next thought that comes to my mind is to punch him hard against his chest and maybe take away his heart.

Oh goddess, if I can do that, I will love it. I think to myself.

"You are toying with fire, you little slave. You have no idea, do you? Anyways, as a matter of fact," he continues. " I know you will be stubborn to tell me your name, so I went to figure it out from your fellow slave friends. Your name is Luna, isn't it?" He asks and I shut my eyes, clenching my teeth tight with fury.

I detest hearing my name coming out of his mouth.

" I need you to let go of me right now," I say sharply and he stops. He suddenly feels as if he has even stopped breathing.

He pulls his face away from my ears and gazes at me as if searching through my face. I can tell he is stunned by my order. I did not even expect that sentence to come out of my mouth and it then finally dawns on me that I must have made a very big mistake.

Jeez, I just commanded my alpha. I am doomed. I gulp down hard and look up at him in the eyes. He chuckles and slowly pulls away from me, looking perplexed as never before.

"Did you just give me an order right now?" he asks, pointing to himself, and I bite hard against my bottom lip.

I immediately shake my head briskly trying to deny the fact that it just happened. He squints his eyelids at me.

"Luna, did you just give me an order?" he asks slowly, this time his voice laced with danger and poison.

I gulp down hard and begin to retreat but the kitchen table behind me is not giving me any chance to escape from the danger that is now looming over me. He scoffs and shakes his head.

"Oh, you have no idea the trouble you've gotten yourself into right now."

He's about to make a move on me when a voice from the entrance of the kitchen calls our attention.

"What is going on here?"

We both briskly turn to the entrance in the direction of the voice to see Ava standing at the door, leaning against the frame with her arms folded.

Alpha Kael scoffs and rubs his forehead before looking away. "What are you doing here Ava? I thought I gave you a duty to head to the company and handle the state of affairs with the learners." he requests but she shrugs and steps away from the edge of the kitchen door.

"I know. I know you said that, but well, I attempted it, and it was kind of boring. All I could just think about was you baby." She says as she pouts like a little child and begins to step towards him. "I gave the duty to the assistants to handle. I know you trust her very well and she's capable of dealing with the learners. That gave me a chance to come over and see you. I can't bear being without you." She says as she stands before him and attempts to wrap her arms around his shoulder.

The sight of her attitude right now irritates me intensely.

He steps away giving her a glare that lets her know he is not pleased with her presence.

" I do not know how to put this to you right now, Ava, but I'm not going to explain myself any much longer. Get out." He orders sharply, and she looks at him, taken aback.

"What?"