The Mate He Hates

Amanda’s POV

It’s been three days since I was assigned as a domestic maid in the mansion. During these three days, I’ve been shown around the mansion and given my duties, but I’ve never seen Alpha Edward. Not that I care about it; it just feels odd not to see him.

I share a room with two other domestic maids, Cara and Lina. Cara is human, while Lina is a werewolf. My roommates are kind and friendly to me, unlike other servants who mockingly call me Alpha Edward’s sex slave. Not that I even care.

As I chop the carrots, my thoughts drift to Alpha Edward. I couldn’t understand why he would release me from the cell and assign me as a maid. Was he genuinely bothered that I would kill myself? Was my life that important to him?

“What are you thinking?” The head maid’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Nothing,” I respond and return to chopping the carrots.

Life as a maid is much better than being in that cold, dark cell. At least now I take a good bath, and I eat good meals. For the past three days, the thought of death hasn’t crossed my mind because I’ve been preoccupied with so many duties. Every night, I go to bed feeling exhausted and achy, but it’s far better than being locked up in that cell.

“Take this to Beta Matthew; he’s in the study room, the second room on the third floor,” the head maid instructs as she hands me a cup of brewed coffee.

Taking the coffee from her, I left the kitchen, following her instructions. I arrived at the study room, knocked on the door, and Beta Matthew asked me in.

Entering the room, I find him seated beside the desk with a file in his hand, his eyes fixed on it.

“Drop it and leave,” he instructed without looking away from the file.

Obeying his instruction, I moved closer to him and dropped the tea tray on his table. Suddenly, he lifts his eyes and looks up at me.

“You!” he sounds surprised to see me. We haven’t seen each other since the day he saved me from the water dungeon.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Good morning,” I greeted, unsure of what to say.

“You now work as a maid?” he asked, ignoring my greeting.

“Yes,” I whispered, my tone low.

He raises a brow, seeming confused and surprised that I now work as a maid.

He glances at me for a long time, and out of nervousness, I have to look away from him. I was so uncomfortable with his eyes on me, and I knew I had to leave.

“Can I leave?”

“No,” he responded without a thought.

I look his way and see him get up. He pulls his seat away and walks over to where I stand. We’re just an inch away, and I can perceive his manly scent.

“You…” he pauses and tries to get closer to me. When I try to step back, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards himself, causing my boobs to hit across his chest.

“What…”

“Stay calm,” he orders, and I obey his command.

Feeling nervous and scared, I stand there numb, wondering what he wants to do with me. The only thought that comes to my head is that he wants to have his way with me, and if that’s the case, there’s nothing I can do but let him have his way with me. Perhaps this was all Alpha Edward’s idea; maybe he was tired of me and had passed me on to his beta.

Beta Matthew leans over to my left neck, and I close my eyes as tears gather in my eyes. I couldn’t believe I had been reduced to a mere sex toy.

Catching my breath, I wait for him to start placing kisses on my neck, but I’m confused when he doesn’t. Instead, he sniffs me, and my brow furrows.

“Why is your scent so familiar?” I hear him groan, and my eyes are forced open.

Opening my eyes, I realise he has stepped away from me, and he has a confused look on his face.

“Were you about to cry?” he seems confused.

I gulp and wipe off the strand of tears that had fallen on my cheek.

He glances at me with confusion in his eyes. “What were you thinking?” he asks, and I gulp.

“Goodness, were you thinking that I wanted to…” he scoffs and shakes his head. “Unbelievable,” he scoffs again and returns to his seat.

Standing there, confused and embarrassed, I look his way as I watch him pick up the cup of coffee, take a sip, and drop it back on the desk before looking my way.

“You can leave,” he says and goes back to the file on the desk.

For a moment, I stand there, wondering if I should apologise to him for thinking he wanted to have his way with me or if I should leave.

“What are you waiting for?” his eyes are settled on the file in his hand.

I gulp and compose myself. “Thank you for saving me,” I whisper and dash out of the study before he responds.

Returning to the kitchen, the head maid calls out to me.

“The Alpha requests your presence.”

My eyes widen, and I look at the head maid. “Me?” I ask, and she nods. “He requires your presence; leave now. You don’t keep the Alpha waiting,” she urges.

I swallow hard and drop the knife I was holding.

“I believe you know your way?” she asks, and I nod.

“Then go. Don’t keep the Alpha waiting.”

I move my feet and leave the kitchen. Taking the stairs, I arrive at the fourth floor, which happens to be the private floor of Alpha Edward. Walking through the hallway, I get to the third door and halt.

I swallow hard and take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“The door is open,” his husky voice comes from inside the room.

Inhaling deeply, I hold the doorknob of the door, push the door open, and step in.

Stepping inside the room, I meet Alpha Edward seated on the couch with a glass of wine in his hand. Our gaze interlocks, and I swallow nervously.

“Close the door and come in,” he urges.

I close the door and stand beside it. I watch him take a long sip of his drink, and then he glances at me, but this time with a confused look.

“Come closer,” he urges, and slowly, I move closer to him but stop a few steps away.

A big frown appears on his face, and he immediately gets up and walks over to where I stand. He sniffs the air with a frown, then glances my way with anger-filled eyes.

“Why do you have the smell of my beta on you?” he sounds furious.

I gulp and step away from him, and his frown deepens. “Answer me! Why is his smell all over you?” he demands, and my feet feel weak.

“Answer me!”