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.

take the order from him?” I requested

come on! He will get upset.” Pamela was no longer teasing me. She was worried now.

sigh, she nodded. I watched her leave the kitchen to tend to him. She returned just after a minute and shook her head at me.

me realize he wasn’t going to order or leave until I went out

to get me to do something, and I didn’t like it. My father was enough already to control me; I didn’t want an alpha king

watched him sit there, my heart missed a beat. He looked dev- ilishly handsome in all black. His

ap- proached him with a fake smile on my lips and

on the menu, pointing at

come when I asked you to?” Those were the first words he spoke to me instead of

smiled awkwardly, trying to avoid get- ting into an argument

ing. It was the seriousness

would react to my response.

again, and this time I felt like I had to speak

un- der my clenched jaw, but I didn’t stare

is to take or- ders from her customers,”

will your order be?” I continued to avoid trouble,

will not sit and eat where I am not welcomed.” He 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