Chapter 2: In his room

CHAPTER TWO- IN HIS ROOM

GABRIELLA

I turned from side to side, smiling in my sleep as the plush bed comfortably supported my back. I felt like I was lying on a pile of feathers, which was a contrast to the hard foam in Wendy’s house.

I slowly opened my eyes, wondering what the softness was when I turned to the side and noticed a man lying beside me. The sleep from my eyes instantly cleared and I sat up looking around me in shock.

I remembered all that happened the previous night and I gasped. I have lost my virginity to this stranger; the special gift I had been keeping for my mate was gone in a split second, all because I let go of myself and had a drunken night.

My eyes darted to the wall clock and I saw that the time was almost seven in the morning.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath and jumped up from the bed. I could feel some soreness down there; a stark reminder of the fact that my virginity was lost just like that.

I hurriedly picked up my clothes from the floor and wore them before bolting out of the room.

I needed to go home as soon as possible and have a quick clean up before heading to Alpha Waylen’s mansion.

I ran out of the hotel, looking left and right in confusion when I sighted Wendy just coming out of the club with her friend.

“The club was lit!” She yelled into the morning, chuckling sheepishly. She was still tipsy from the alcohol.

I rushed up to her and grabbed her shoulders frantically.

“I need to go home now! It’s my first day at work today “ I began to panic.

She talked to her friend and he dropped both of us off at home. I hurriedly rinsed my body in ten seconds and had a quick brush before changing into a simple dress and packing my hair into a bun.

I barely glanced at the mirror before dashing out of the house, constantly checking my watch and praying I get there on time.

After what seemed like a long while, we arrived at the mansion and the cab had barely parked when I tossed the driver’s money to him and bolted out of his cab.

I rushed straight to the gate and was met by a bunch of bodyguards.

“Confirm the name,” one of them said with a hoarse tone.

“Gabriella Montez,” I said nervously, staring at them impatiently as I eagerly waited for them to hurry up.

I slipped in my thumb on the fingerprint machine and clocked in for the day. I was directed to the kitchen and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I sighed in relief as I saw the door of the kitchen and opened up.

Everyone turned to face me as I stepped into the kitchen.

“You’re late, Miss Montez,” a stocky-looking woman said to me. She looked like she was in her fifties and had a small pair of spectacles resting on her nose.

“I-I’m sorry,” my cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I looked at the other set of chefs standing before her. There were two ladies and two guys, looking professional and well put together, while my messy hair and barely ironed clothes made me look like I had just come from a fight.

“An interesting first impression you’re giving, looking so rough on your first day,” she shook her head in disapproval, staring at me from head to toe.

I could hear some of the chefs giggle and I bit my lips in embarrassment. No excuse I give is going to make sense.

“I’m sorry. This wouldn’t repeat itself again,”

“Well, it better not!” She said so sharply that I didn’t realize when I jolted in surprise. “Take your place among your colleagues,”

I nodded and went to stand among my fellow chefs. I was standing close to one of the girls and I could see her eye me and slightly move away from me.

“Well, Miss Montez, you came late and have missed out on some instructions and I’m not going to repeat myself. You should ask your colleagues about this later!”

She continued speaking and I learnt that all the chefs in the mansion have tried to make the special soup but none have been able to make it the way he likes it and that is why we were employed. She hoped that with our expertise, we would come up with something nice for Alpha Waylen.

She concluded by telling us we would serve him on different days and I was to serve him on the fifth day. After that, if we don’t meet his requirements of making the soup like his mother, then we would become regular chefs since they were short on staff.

I wondered what Alpha Waylen looks like. I've been in Stone Pack for a little while, barely attending events or going out so I did not know much about the pack. I could only hope that I win so I can make enough to get a nice house and send some money to dad to help with his debt.

I know he doesn’t care about me, but he’s the only family I have and maybe if I pay his debt, then he’ll accept me and finally see my worth.

My eyes traveled around the huge kitchen and I was impressed with what I saw. It was very clean and had all the important gadgets that were needed. It was the heaven of every chef and I pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. If I get to use all these appliances, my cooking will come out even better than before.

I tried talking to the other chefs but they all seemed so cold and uptight, except one of them. Her name is Jada, and she told me of some of the things I missed before I came like how we were told to be at the garden by one to collect our ID, and how we were not allowed to snoop around the mansion and only focus on the store room and kitchen. She also showed me the hostel where we would be staying. It was a big hall at the back of the mansion, divided by partitions for each department.

There was only one bed and locker left in the chef's room so I had to take that. I also got to understand that we are free to go home however we like but we must either be in the kitchen during work hours or in our rooms in between breaks.

I was nervous and excited about everything and couldn’t wait to see what the future held for me. I went to the garden to take a stroll in the evening, savoring the sweet-smelling flowers and the beautiful ambiance of the garden when I spotted a white stem flower. It was extremely rare and I remember mum teaching me the knowledge of this flower and its healing properties. A lot of people were not aware but it also gave a rich and distinct flavor to food.

I decided that I would use this flower to make my soup for Alpha Waylen and I know he’s going to love it.

It was finally my turn to make mushroom broth soup for him. I tenderly made the soup with love, putting the emotions of the love of a mother in my skill. I understand the pain of the loss of a mother, and I channelled the tenderness in making the meal step by step as I carefully measured everything in detail.

I ground the stem of the white flower I saw in the garden into powder and added it as a spice into the soup and it instantly gave it a rich flavor with a nice aroma that filled the kitchen. The stocky woman, whom I later learnt was Chef Stella came to the kitchen to inspect my soup after I was done.

“Wow! It smells so good. Anyway, Alpha Waylen isn’t feeling up to it this morning, so you’ll be taking the food to his room.

My heart stopped beating as soon as I heard that statement. I heard Alpha Waylen was intimidating and cold; how would I face him without embarrassing myself?

I didn’t want to, but I had no choice but to serve him. I put the soup on a tray along with some hibiscus tea I made and followed the directions I was given to his room.

I stood in front of a mighty door and my heart suddenly began to beat fast in my chest. I took a deep breath and managed to summon the courage to knock on the door.

“Come in!” I heard his deep voice from the other end of the room. I swallowed hard before finally pushing my wobbly legs into the room, my eyes fixed on the floor. I wouldn’t dare to look at him.

“Put it on the table over there!” I could see his fingers pointing at a small round table close to the window.

“Yes, Alpha Waylen,” I replied and did as he said, my head still bowed and facing the floor. I quickly dropped the food and my legs began walking swiftly out of the room when I heard his hard voice behind me

“Stop!”

I stood still in my tracks, my beating heart threatening to tear out of its ribcage.

“Turn around!” He commanded.

I bit my lips nervously, wondering why he won’t just let me go. He’s not supposed to be having a conversation with me so what is going on here?

I slowly turned around to face him, picking at my fingers with my eyes staring at my feet.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he commanded, his tone suggesting he doesn’t have time for nonsense.

My head slowly raised and my eyes locked into his beautiful brown eyes. I remember these eyes, this is the man I had a one night stand with at the club.