The Alpha King’s Possession

Chapter 20

20. Irritation

MORGANA

The day had gone by in a haze. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t forget what almost happened earlier

I sighed in frustration watching two of the four head cooks argue over salt… All day these two had been at i t. I realised yesterday that only Griselda was here, and from what I gathered, the two never seemed to get o n. Usually, the work schedule was set up in such a way that they wouldn’t have to be together, but one of the chefs was ill, so Griselda was replacing her. I was sick of it; it was complete nonsense, and their Alpha was already consuming my mind like a plague you couldn’t get rid of. I was no longer sure if the potato in front of me was baby Alpha or the two chefs before me.

“No, I assure you, I didn’t put anything in your pot!” Griselda barked. She was a large, boisterous woman with a very sturdy build, standing at around five feet five. Markus on the other hand, was the exact opposite, being a very tall and thin man. He now glared coldly at the robust woman.

“Shut that pie hole, Griselda. I know what happened. Your memory is worse than a damn goldfish!” He growled back.

“Oh, zip it! We all know you have a stick shoved too far up your ass!”

“What did you just say?! You fat-”

“Oh, you did not just fat shame me! You are fucking going to get it! I’m going to tear you a new one!”

“Oh dear…” Andrei hurried over.

I sighed, they really were giving me a headache.

“Please calm down the both of you!” Andrei commanded.

“Andrei, we know she has an issue with my dishes! She always acts very carelessly! How can you simply not know what dish is yours or not!” Markus hissed.

“Ok, ok, you both listen to me. Next time I want you both-”

“Just add some fucking vegetables!” Griselda shouted. “The salt won’t be so strong then!”

“Don’t tell me what to do before I dunk the entire fucking pot on your head, woman!”

“I’m waming you, Markus!” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I slammed my knife down, making everyone tum towards me. I glared at the two chefs.

“Can you both zip it?! I don’t want to come over there and have to chop you both to pieces and make broth out of you!” I snapped. “Honestly… a woman can’t even think in silence…”

I picked up the knife and a new potato. I really was sick of cutting vegetables…. I needed a new job, one that doesn’t involve the kitchen… I sighed, maybe I could talk to the arrogant jerk of an Alpha.

Luckily, after my small outburst, no one spoke, and the two simply got back to their jobs.

Now this silence was so much better…

It was later on, and I had just been about to have a mug of hot chocolate when I saw Sage enter the kitchen. Her eyes found me and instantly they flashed. I raised an eyebrow. She was nothing in comparison to me, and I was ready to show her that if the need arose.

I cocked a brow, taking a sip of my hot chocolate, not blinking, satisfied when she broke eye contact first. her jaw clenched

“Andrei, a word. With the upcoming summit and the evening dinners, I just want to make sure that you have everything necessary for the menu that I gave you.”

“Yes ma’am we do, down to the desserts… just the way you wanted. All the supplies are ready and the food will be plenty. The seating and everything else will be taken care of too…” Andrei said politely.

“Good. I don’t want Alpha Kian to be disappointed.” She said, making me roll my eyes.

I turned away, sipping my hot chocolate. “And why is she drinking out of a cup that we use?”

I tumed back, smirking.

“Her kind are filth.” She added.

“Bitch, control that tongue of yours or I swear I’ll rip it out of that mouth.” I stated coldly.

“How dare you!” She hissed.

“Sage… Alpha does not want you around her.” Oliver, who was on watch duty, added.

“Still, for her to be putting her lips on that cup-”

“Are you for fucking real? Your man wanted to kiss these lips, so instead of complaining over a damn cup, go get him in line.” I remarked, my eyes flaring dangerously into hers.

Her face bumed with rage and gasps flittered through the kitchen at my words.

I don’t care if I’m a fucking slave here. I won’t tolerate disrespect, especially from her. My anger seemed to rear its ugly head a lot faster when she was around.

“Sage leave or I’m going to have to call the Alpha.” Oliver said, seriously.

She didn’t say anything, her lips trembling before she slammed the notepad she had been carrying onto the counter and stored out. I rolled my eyes.

“Children and their tantrums…” I hummed, sipping my hot chocolate.

No one said anything, and I was sure baby Alpha would hear about this when his precious woman went crying to him. I didn’t really care, I wouldn’t bow to anyone. 2

Once the kitchen was almost clean, I was told to go, and with relief I followed Oliver out.

“So does the Alpha know what happened?” I asked.

He frowned, concerned.

“No. Sage said there was no need to mention it.” He added tersely.

“Oh?”

Hmm, did she want to save her own ass? Then again, I was probably the one who’d get punished. With every step towards the kings’ quarters, I was just getting angrier and angrier, remembering how that bitch had come and tried to act with me. I told Kian I did not want her anywhere near me nor did she have any right to speak to me.

My chest was heaving, and even when Oliver let me inside, I hoped the Alpha said nothing to me… I was

going to flip. The door shut with a thud behind me, but in the empty hall, even that was loud. I pulled my hair tie out of my hair, letting my hair down, trying to calm myself down when I felt an intense feeling of being watched and I knew exactly who it was.