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.

front of him. Can you please make up an excuse for me and take the order from him?” I requested her, refusing to leave the backroom when he was around. There was something about him that made

will get upset.” Pamela was no longer teasing me. She was worried now.

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

going to order or leave

pow- er 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

for trying. I will care about it,” I told Pamela and grabbed the notepad to leave for his table. The instant | watched him sit there, my heart missed

proached him with a fake smile on my

had his finger resting on the menu, pointing at a

the first words he spoke

trying to avoid get- ting into an argument

know- ing. It was the seriousness in

couldn’t tell how he would

Why didn’t you?” He then asked again, and this time I

muttered un- der my clenched jaw, but I

whose job it is to take or- ders from her customers,” he

avoid trouble, but I offended him

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