CHAPTER 6

ELIZA'S POV

"You tiny hungry pup. You finally fell asleep," I giggled, carefully placing my son inside his cot.

He drank all the milk from my boobs, leaving nothing behind. Now that he's filled up, he just went to sleep like the little Master he was born to be.

"Goodnight, my love," I kissed my hand and placed it on his little cheek, before stepping gently away from the cot and my bags, to sit on the bed for a brief minute.

"I'm so tired and hungry too," I groaned out, falling back into the big bed, feeling its soft coziness against my skin.

"Goddess, is this what it feels like to have a big bed like this? It's so soft," I said with satisfaction, feeling my eyes turning heavy.

It was clear my body needed some sleep, but I didn't want to head to bed without arranging my things and eating something.

My stomach is grumbling.

"I better put these bags away before I get scolded again. Who knows if the Alpha will walk by again and decide to check on me?" My lips trembled as the shivers I got when he was here, ran all over my body like ants.

Not wanting to experience that again, I got to my feet and began dragging my bags to the closet in the room.

I opened it up and just placed the bags inside, promising to arrange my clothes tomorrow when I'm active.

Then I grabbed the meal Tina packed for me and sat on my bed, ready to eat.

That's when a knock came on my door, making my body quiver.

"Who's at the door? Oh heavens... Is the Alpha back?" A lump rose in my throat, as I placed my food aside and got to my feet, taking one look around the room to make sure I didn't forget any of my things on the floor.

When I was sure the room was fine, I rushed up to the door to open and see who's there.

"Greetings, head maid," I gave a faint smile, bowing lightly at the head maid who stood outside my door with two other girls.

She furrowed her brow at the way I greeted her, but soon gave out a hum of acceptance, before stepping into my room with the others.

I noticed the two maids holding a breast pump and cups in their hands, revealing their reason for this invitation.

"Alright, we don't have much time. Take this pump and fill it up," The head maid ordered, snapping her finger at the girls.

They bowed at her command and brought the things to me, waiting for me to take them and begin.

"Um..." I uttered in a weak worried voice, playing with my fingers while feeling my face turning red in embarrassment.

"What?" The head maid questioned in a tone of disgust when she noticed my behavior.

"Afraid to pump your milk in our presence? Do we look like men to you?" She questioned coldly, while the other two covered their mouth to suppress their laughter.

I felt ashamed but managed to speak out while looking at the head maid, "It's not that. The truth is..."

I looked at the pump and cups in the girls' hands, gulped down the lump in my throat and forced out the words I was holding back.

"I don't know how to use a pump. I've never used one before," I confessed, hearing the two maids in my front, let out a gasp.

"You're joking," The head maid scoffed, thinking I was lying to her face.

But when she saw that I wasn't joking or pulling her legs, her face went from a sneer to surprise.

"You haven't used a pump before?" She asked in a serious tone which made the other two realize I wasn't fooling around.

I nodded and went on to tell her how I got my milk sample into the cup during the test, so she'd know I didn't use the pump she gave everyone, including me.

On hearing my confession, the head maid frowned at me and said, "No wonder you produce such a little amount of milk!"

Her words felt like a slap to my face, added with the laughter from the two maids who couldn't hold themselves back anymore.

"Shut it! Who asked for your cackles?" The head maid didn't hesitate to shun the girls, making them apologize in embarrassment.

"Can't use a pump? Are you that poor to afford one?" She questioned with irritation, snatching the pump from one of the maids, then pulling me over to the bed to sit down.

Her grip on me was tight. It felt like she was holding on to someone she wants to inflict so much pain on.

"You should count yourself lucky for getting selected for this job, girl. Many nursing mothers who came for the test are dying to work in the Alpha's home and make good money," She spoke, pushing me down to sit, as she gestured me with her hand to pull my breasts out.

"Just that tiny quantity and you made it in. That's luck girl. You got the job. But now that you're here, you'll have to go by our order. So from now on..." She arched her brow in annoyance when she saw I was being slow to open my clothes.

Then she groaned and placed the pump down, taking my boobs out hurriedly, almost giving me a scratch on my skin.

Her action scared me. I thought she was a sweet lady.

I guess I was wrong.

"From now on, you'll be using this pump to produce enough milk. No pressing with hands. Just pumps. Is that clear?" She tabled the order, fixing the pump to my chest.

I nodded like a helpless being, feeling uncomfortable with the way all three women stared at me, waiting for the milk to drop.

But when five minutes passed and the only thing that came out was a drop, "What is this?" The head maid pointed at the drop, glaring at me.

I blushed in shame and explained myself.

"I fed my baby not quite long. But when I'm done eating..." I pulled the food Tina made for me so they'll see I came prepared.

"I'll definitely fill the cups with my milk," I said, letting out a smile.

But the head maid wasn't smiling back at me. Instead, she just stared at the food in my hold and asked in disgust, "What is that?"

"It's food," I answered, opening the cover so she can see the content.

When that lid slipped off the plate, the aroma filled the room, making everywhere smell so nice and... "Repulsive!" The head maid gagged, covering her nose!

I was surprised by her action and wondered if there was a problem with the food.

But everything looks fine. Even the smell is nice. Why is she choking like the food was made with poison?

"Did you make that?" She questioned through her hands, squinting eyes as if she's getting blinded by the aroma.

Seeing her reaction, my smile went dull as I replied, "My friend and I made it."

"You can't eat that garbage. Are you trying to give us disgusting milk?" She complained, fanning her face with her other hand.

The other two maids had no issues with the smell. They were even sniffing in the aroma, trying to figure out the ingredients used in preparing the dish.

"That smells like ginger."

"Yes, I smell it too. Ginger helps mothers in producing more milk. It's actually..." Before the maid could complete her sentence, she was silenced by the deadly stares of the head maid, who finally had her hand off her nose when she heard them talking and welcoming the aroma.

Seeing her glares, the maids apologized for speaking, bowing their heads to show her respect.

This drama made me realize the food had no problem. It's just the head maid who's exaggerating things because it's a meal from outside the Alpha's home.

Having the girls silenced, the head maid cleared her throat and said to me, "Like I said. You can't eat this food. If you'll be producing milk for the Royal home, then we'll be in charge of what you eat. That's part of the order."

"Okay, but can I just..." Before I could complete my words, she took the food from me without hesitation, and handed it over to one of the maids.

Then she sent them to toss it away and bring me something to eat.

"We don't have time. Go and bring her something to eat."

"Yes, Head maid," The maids bowed, before leaving the room.

I was left alone with the head maid, who smiled at me and said, "After you eat our meal, your breast will be pumping out lots of milk."

She raised her shoulder with pride, making me stare at her like she's a superior being.

I didn't utter a word but just nodded, before lowering my head down to look at the pump on my chest.

Soon, the meal was brought and I ate while the head maid watched like I'm some entertainment.

When I was done, she decided to give me some time to relax before I start pumping my milk. That's when a curious question came to my mind, and I asked, "Can't I just feed the baby directly from my breast? I mean that's the job of a wetnurse. To breastfeed the child and..."

"Are you saying the Alpha doesn't know what he's doing?" The head maid questioned with a glare, making me swallow the rest of my words at once.

"No, I never said that!" I shook my head in fear, explaining myself.

"I was only asking why I can't feed the baby normally, unlike pumping into cups. I'm not questioning the Alpha's order. It's just a suggestion."

"Then keep your suggestions to yourself and fill those cups!" She spoke harshly, making me feel bad for opening my mouth to speak.

"How the Alpha wants the baby fed isn't for you to decide. You're just the milk factory. Do your job and keep your ideas to yourself."

"I'm sorry, head maid," I apologized, bowing my head to hide the shame and regret all over my face.

Why did I open my big mouth to ask?

Because of my action, the head maid left the room to cool her steam, leaving the other two maids behind to collect the milk when it's ready.

The pump had been removed from my chest earlier when my meal was brought. So with the maids here, they'll teach me how to fix it on myself, and watch me pump.

"It was only a suggestion and I almost got skinned by the head maid. What if I had foolishly made this suggestion to the Alpha? That'd be worse," I trembled within, clenching to the bed to ease my racing heart.

With the way the head maid acted, I can't help but suspect the Alpha had a child with a woman he doesn't want in his home, that's why he hired someone to provide milk for the little one to survive.

No physical contact, just pumping milk into cups like a cow.

With a father like Alpha Byron, who knows how that baby is coping.

"Cold, harsh, unemotional... I feel sorry for that poor child already. Now with no mother's love, feeding him directly, just a feeder to his mouth... Oh Goddess, please help that poor baby," I prayed in my heart, leaning back in bed to rest a little before the milk piles up in my chest.