Chapter 3: Meeting her again

CHAPTER THREE- MEETING HER AGAIN

WAYLEN

Mum’s death took a huge toll on me. After passing away from an illness, my life did not remain the same again. I and my sister, Sandra, mourned her for some time and ensured she had a befitting burial.

Her absence left a void in my heart and I sometimes found myself craving her special mushroom broth soup. Despite the numerous cooks we had, she ensured she specially prepared that soup for me.

After her death, I asked the chefs to continue making it for me but to my surprise, none of them could replicate the soup. I wondered how a bunch of professional chefs could not replicate a simple soup.

In anger and frustration, I instructed the head chef to look for someone who can make it exactly how I want it with a huge price attached. I don’t mind the cost, afterall, I can afford it a million times over.

I sighed as I went to look out the window and into the garden. It was my usual practice early in the morning to look at the stunning garden view facing my window and sip my morning coffee. The garden reminded me of Mum because it was her favorite place to be.

As I looked ahead, I could see someone; a lady with long blonde flowing hair sniffing some flowers. I couldn’t make out her face, but her long hair reminded me of that night, a few days ago.

I met a girl at the club and I was instantly drawn to her. Her pretty face and blue eyes caught my attention. I could tell she was not from this pack because of her striking features and in that moment, all I wanted was to have a taste of her.

I remember her long flowing hair, covering her boobs as she stood naked before me. The pure desire in my eyes as I parted her hair to the side and had a full view of her round boobs, and hard pink nipples rewound in my head like a tape that was set to haunt me.

I was surprised to discover she was a virgin; she didn’t seem like one with her astonishing beauty. I’m surprised nobody has entered her legs and felt the warmth of her opening. But honestly, I was impressed. I don’t know why images of her wouldn’t leave my head.

I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I went to pick it up from my dresser and sighed as I saw the caller. It was my father calling. He was old and retired and was now living in Alpha’s den, a big mansion in the middle of all packs, where retired Alphas stay together till they pass.

It was more like an old people’s home, but bigger, badder, and better, housing all elderly retired Alphas who wanted away from the hustle and bustle of pack affairs.

Dad has been pestering me to get a Luna for a while, but I’m not ready for that right now. I didn’t want to let anyone in and let them see who I truly am. I didn’t believe in true love, especially not for me.

All I need is someone who will bear strong pups for me. I didn’t care about a mate; neither have I ever had one.

Maybe I do, somewhere in the world, but I was always shutting my wolf out, so he can’t do anything, including sensing my mate if I have one.

I sipped the last drop of coffee as I watched my phone ring. I’m not about to deal with a nagging dad this morning. Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on the door. I had forgotten that one of the chefs was coming in to serve my special mushroom soup.

I didn’t feel like leaving my room today, so I requested that the soup to be brought to my room. So far, none of the four chefs who have served me have been able to make the soup how I want, and I could only hope that the chef coming in today would at least make something close to how my mum used to make it. I muttered a “come in” and a slender-looking chef with an apron tied around her waist walked into the room.

That darn long flowing hair again!

It’s like it’s always there wherever I look. I tried to study her features but I wasn’t getting much because her head was bowed and facing the ground and her frame was hidden behind a chef’s uniform.

I wonder what she’s looking at on the floor. I almost thought there was something there till I realized her head was properly bowed because she was intimidated by me.

I ordered her to look at me and slowly, her head raised higher till her eyes locked with mine. I recognized those eyes instantly.

The same eyes that pierced mine as I fucked her that night; same eyes that had pure lust and desire in them.

I could see her pupils widen, and I knew she recognized me. Did she flirt with me on purpose at the club because she thought she would have an upper hand here?

No, that doesn't make sense since she lost her virginity to me. Or does it?

I pretended not to remember what happened that night. It’s in the past and it should remain where it belongs.

“Talk to me about this dish. What makes this so special,”

“Y-Yes, Alpha Waylen. As someone who has also lost her mother, I understand the love and intentionality that a mother puts into her food to bring a smile to her child’s face.

I have searched for the best spices, with love and tenderly garnished them to form beautiful flavors on your tongue,”

I could hear the nervousness in her voice as she spoke. Anyway, I cleared my throat and took a spoonful of the soup.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I took another spoon and then another. This tastes exactly how my mother used to, but with an extra twist. It was better than any mushroom broth soup I’ve ever had, including mum’s.

This is astonishing! Infact, this is—-

My thoughts were caught off as I felt something tight in my chest. I wasn’t sure what it was but whatever it was, I didn’t want to find out in front of this chef!

“Leave!” I croaked, trying to mask the pain in my eyes. I could see her eyes bulge in surprise and hesitation at my sudden switch.

“I said leave!” I barked, my voice a lot higher and intimidating and she bolted out of the room. I didn’t mean to shout at her or scare her, I simply needed her to leave instantly.

I clutched my chest and lay on my bed; my neck stiffened, and I could feel pain radiating through my neck. Is the beast trying to rear its head again?

I fought hard and endured the pain, but I slowly found myself slipping out of consciousness. My chest grew even tighter and my body weaker. My breathing became hitched and my vision was blurry till I slowly slipped out of consciousness.