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Morgan's POV

I stayed.

" Those plates won't wash themselves! Why the hell are you dragging your fat body all over the place without doing anything tangible?" The cook's voice yelled as I dropped the basket of laundry I was supposed to go dry out in the sun.

Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I took in another heavy breath, feeling the air choking the very words from my lips as i let out another sigh.

" I thought you asked me to..." I was starting to say but she sneered at me, her eyes filled with irritation.

" Just wash the dishes. Amara's Alpha will be here soon and we have not even finished the preparation. You really are useless! Or are you trying to sabotage her marriage plans too?"

I opened my mouth to talk, to remind this woman of my status in the pack but then I recalled it.

I was just a runt. Everyone has a say at the table except me.

So I swallowed my words and faced the plates.

Amara's mate has been the talk of the whole pack since I arrived last week.

Amara herself could not get him out of her lips.

I knew him. Alpha Caspian, the one evil dreads.

He was the kind of Alpha that had long tales of doom written about him, his successes all sang like a victory song every time he stepped into a room.

Amara was by far lucky.

" He is here! Where the hell is the food?!" Amara's voice yelled as she stormed the kitchen.

I noticed that crease on her brows as she turned to look at me with undiluted hatred.

" My dear baby, don't you worry. Just go greet him and leave everything to me. I will take care of it" my mum said, her presence announced by her shoes as she walked in through the backdoor, a bunch of fruits arranged beautifully on a tray in her hands.

Amara sighed, pointing at me like her life was falling to shambles because of my presence.

" Mum do you think I am being too needy? Why is Morgan staring at me like I'm being too needy? I just want everything to be perfect for the man I will be getting married to"

Those words caused my mother's fury and frustration to turn to me.

Her eyes blazed as she walked over to where I stood, doing the dishes.

" You know you have always been selfish! If it was Amara in your place, she would do everything to make sure your meeting goes fine.

Yet you can't even help her get the food ready or pick out her clothes"

I gritted my teeth, the soap suds bubbling in my hold as I stared at her.

" But the maids were already doing that." I tried to defend myself but my mum just scoffed.

" So what? Can't you help out? Pull your big body around and get something done."

By now, Amara has sauntered out of the kitchen, still rambling about how her make up would get wrinkled because of me.

I knew this game that we always played since we were little. The one that involved her messing up and blaming me because I was never given a chance to speak.

I nodded solemnly, ignoring the laughter of the servants behind me and choosing to stare fixedly at the bubbling water in front of me.

The kitchen suddenly felt colder, my heart numb to all the time words already, my body just wanting reprieve.

" You can start by leaving these dishes and going to serve Alpha Caspian these fruits. Also don't make eye contact with him, try to be as unnoticeable as possible. Okay?"

I gulped.

This was not what I planned for today. I had planned to finish all the work and recoil back into the small cubicle my mother had asked me to sleep in daily.

I did not want to see Alpha Caspian, I did not want to be anywhere near either of them when the wedding vows were being said.

But even though I had my reservations, I still washed my hands clean, collecting the fruit tray from her.

The hall way was long, but it offered temporary reprieve from the kitchen to table where the Alpha sat.

The scent first hit me the minute I stepped out of the kitchen and Into the living area.

It was almost intoxicating, the kind of scent that could drive my wolf crazy and cause her to howl in my head, pacing around anxiously as I tried to steady myself after the dizzying effect that scent had on me.

The farther I walked, the more it grew, stronger and stronger until I was not moving on my own will but magnetically pulled by that mysterious scent.

My body tensed as I stepped into the foyer where my father sat with Alpha Caspian, his own eyes wandering around wildly until they finally landed on mine.

The fruit tray in my hands felt lighter all of a sudden and my father's fake laughter and words fell into background noise.

In that very short moment, we were the only two people that existed.

I gulped, my wolf helping me spell it out before I could allow myself admit it.

" Mate!" She yelled excitedly.

Oh no.