Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

138-Smile For Me, My Alpha King

Maura’s POV:

It’s been a few days since Alpha King Zane saved me from my father’s wrath, but I knew the money he gave my father wouldn’t be able to keep me safe for much longer. My father had already wasted half of it on his drinking problems and was going to lose the rest gambling.

He didn’t have to buy food or anything for the cows. He would make me sing for them, and that would be enough to keep the cows healthy for a few days.

I don’t know how I got these powers, but that had been the only reason I was living. I have been a late bloomer, so while I waited for my wolf to wake up, my powers saved me from many troubles.

“Maura! There is a customer waiting for you,” Pamela said when walking into the backroom, where I was helping her cook.

We didn’t have many helpers because my father would rather save the money for himself than pay for any help.

I never got paid for my hard work, and Pamela would re- ceive a very little amount.

“Who is it?” I asked, wondering why the customer didn’t just place the order with Pamela.

“The alpha King Zane!” she snickered, eyeing me to go see him. “You are lucky that the Alpha King said your name and specifically called for you.” She added, and my body shud-dered.

I requested her, refusing to leave the backroom when

was no

nodded. I watched her leave the kitchen to tend to him. She returned just after a minute

up, making me realize he wasn’t going to order or leave until I went out and took his or- der.

me a bit icky. It was like he was using his pow- er to get me to do something, and I didn’t like it. My father was enough already

him sit there, my heart missed a beat. He looked dev- ilishly

him with a fake smile

resting on the menu, pointing

when I asked you to?” Those were the

am here now,” I smiled awkwardly, trying to avoid get- ting into

why didn’t you come before?” he insisted on know- ing. It was the seriousness

how he would react

Why didn’t you?” He then asked again, and this time I felt like I had to speak up for myself.

I muttered un- der my clenched jaw, but I didn’t stare back at him to

is to take or- ders from her

trouble, but

got up from his seat and walked past me angrily. I didn’t want to be rude to him, but I was too shy to come up to him. However, I did mess up when I made a comment about