Chapter 8

AMY

What! 

How will this be mine? When? How long have I been sleeping for him to set this up? 

How did he even know my size? Was his formal mate my size or what? Does he have a sister who looks like me?

“You might get cold in that robe, Miss Amy. Won't you want to get dressed?” She said, and I walked towards the dress session and selected a sundress, as it was the only casual-looking dress I could see.

I was shown the undies section, and I picked clean and new ones that looked like they just got stocked.

I dressed up and followed the butler out. She led me to the dining room, and I was surprised to see a well-prepared banquet before me.

I was stunned for a second, trying to grasp what was really going on here.

“We are not sure of your preference but we made sure to make a little of everything. Please notify us which of the meals are your favorite and the ones you don't want to ever try again!” She said it, and I was speechless.

I interchanged looks between the butler and the table that was set before me. 

“Is … I am the only one meant to eat all these, or is the entire family going to join me soon?” I stammered a little before getting my words correct.

“Ohh, Miss Amy. This was made entirely for you but if you want me to notify the alpha that you need him, I will do just that!” the woman said and I turned to her immediately.

“No, no, not at all. Don't call him but I can't eat all of this by myself. I am just one tiny person!” I said to her and she smiled.

“This is the order of the king. Kindly eat what you can. We can pack the rest of the table once you are done!” she said to me despite my persuading her about the meal.

I looked at the table again, and my head banged really hard as I looked at it.

This is more than what I prepare for the Alpha Flint family for their meals daily.

I could not say anything anymore but to sit and serve the little I could eat. And to be honest, the meals were so good. It was like I had never tasted anything like it before.

My eyes light up as soon as I eat the meals, and I can't help but enjoy them to the fullest. As much as I didn't want her to feel like I wasted the food.

I also couldn't eat as much as I wanted, as I was already full. I have been served meals like a beggar for more than a decade, and when I am not served, I will scrape from leftovers on plates. 

So seeing these meals before me, no matter how excited I am, I am still not used to them; I can't eat so much.

“What do you think of the meal, Miss Amy?” The butler, who had been standing, finally spoke up, and I sighed.

She must have noticed that I have dropped off the utensils out of satisfaction! 

“They are the best meals; I love everything you cook. You did the best work!” I said,

“Don't flatter me; I didn't make the meal. I am just overseeing the affairs of the house!” She replied, and I nodded.

“Well, what is your name and the chef that makes this wonderful meal? Tell him or her that this is a fine art, and I love every meal I touch, and next time.” I said I wanted her to note not getting me too much.

I have a minimum space in my belly.

“I don't eat this much, but I will be open to any new dish they have for me!” I said and smiled.

She had mentioned earlier to tell her which of the meals I love or not, but unfortunately I do not have a preference.

The meals were wonderfully placed on the table. Quite elegant and classy, if I don't want to be dishonest, and fortunately, I can't lie. It is the most wonderful delicacy I have tasted in a while.

“The name is Agnes! The butler or housekeeper!” She mentioned it and gave a little bow.

“Ohh, Mrs. Agnes! It's so lovely to meet you and be acquainted.” I said, and she nodded.

“Well, if you are done with your meal. The alpha will love to see you in his chambers!” She said, and my heart skipped a beat.

I looked at the table that was still filled despite the meal I had eaten and the woman who was speaking to me.

I could hear her commands, and as much as I would love to see the king, reality dawned on me. I am going to be his wife. The queen.

I am fated to a man who is the king of the Lycan pack. A park that holds the power of life and death.

A little mistake can grant me hell, and who knows who he might be afterwards. He was sweet to me when I saw him and even in his absence. He still watches out for me.

What if he later dislikes me? What if…

I had a lot of questions, but the housekeeper's voice dragged me back to reality.

“Miss Amy, are you okay?” She asked, and I was startled and looked at her.

“Yes… Yes, yes, please!” I stammered, and she nodded. 

“I didn't mean to startle you, but you might need to go and see the king now.” She said, and I pushed the seat back and sat up.

“Let's go!” I responded, and she smiled. She instantly led the way out of the dining room.

This is my path to the mystery that will be before me. Either good or bad, I will have to find out on my own, but I am one way confused.

Who is King Charles Lavista?”