Lykai opened his eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding- a lavishly furnished, spacious room. He was even on a comfy king-size bed.
Maybe it was a dream? He rubbed his eyes and then looked again; it was still the same sight he beheld.
The smell of sandalwood lingered in the air which he found to his liking. But that wasn't the important thing. How the hell did he end up in this high profile place?
He quickly got off the bed and rushed to look at the mirror at the west wing of the room. He saw the familiar lean figure with green eyes. There were still signs of bruises but they'd almost healed. He was clad in pajamas, stuff he'd never be able to afford, even if he sold himself.
He still couldn't believe it. He, Lykai Antwood, was in a nice place such as this, wearing something this nice?
As his eyes scanned the room in marvel, the door to the room suddenly opened and a beautiful red-haired woman with big boobs walked in, carrying a golden tray containing a bowl of soup that smelled fragrant.
"Lord, you're awake," she said with a smile and then dropped the tray on the bedside cabinet before going over to him and curtseying.
"Greeting, Lord Alpha. I'm Delilah, your personal maid," she introduced.
Lykai's eyes widened as he saw the exposed cleavage but he forced himself to look away.
"Um… where am I and why are you calling me Dark Lord?" he questioned.
"You are in one of the Westons' mansions," she replied with a polite tone.
"Ok. But you didn't answer my second question," he pointed out.
Rather than answer him as he'd hoped, she headed back to the cabinet and brought the tray over before going down on her knees with the tray raised up, "Lord, please have your medicine,"
"What's this for?" he asked. Yes, it smelled good and he strangely craved it, but his reasoning prevailed. He couldn't take something unknown.
"It's ginseng soup," she replied.
"There's only ginseng in here?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Please, have your medicine, Lord Alpha, or I might be forced to use other means," she said with a thin smile.
"This…" he looked conflicted.
"Drink up, please," she urged.
"I'm not some Lord Alpha. My name's Lykai Antwood," he insisted and backed away, "And I'm not drinking that,"
"It's beneficial to you, Lord," she preached but he shook his head in refusal.
"Where is your master? I want to see him or her. I'll express my gratitude and leave," he requested.
"You are my master," was the maid's reply and his eyes widened.
"Please stop joking with me," he beseeched.
"If you drink up, I will take you to Sir Arnold,"
"Arnold…" he muttered. Before he passed out last night, there was a man who covered him with an umbrella and he did say his name was Arnold.
"Okay, I'll drink," having no other choice, he walked over to the maid and finished the soup which he found really delicious. A huge part of him wanted to ask for more of the soup but he knew that shouldn't be said.
He placed the bowl on the tray and the maid happily rose to her feet.
"Lord Alpha, you have to look presentable before you meet him," she mentioned and snapped her right fingers.
Immediately, two twin maids hurried into the room and went to their knees, head bowed, "Greetings, Lord Alpha!" they chorused.
"What? No, No, please don't kneel. I'm not your Lord Alpha, whatever it means. I'm just Lykai," he helped them stand up but they still curtseyed smilingly with their head bowed.
"Thank you, Lord Alpha," they said in unison again.
"Seriously!" he was done trying to correct them. Let them call him whatever they wish. Soon he'll meet up with that Mr. Arnold.
"Lord, we're here to help you bathe," one of the two maids revealed.
"What? You're joking, right?" he sheepishly laughed but they shook their head.
"You… You're going to see me naked?" he exclaimed in stupefaction.
"Affirmative," they replied.
Lykai on hearing their response, frantically shook his head, "No, I won't allow that,"
"Take care of the master well," Delilah said before leaving with the tray in her hand, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Delilah, please stop them. I don't agree!" Lykai yelled as the maid pulled him to the bathroom. He couldn't even resist them. These seemingly weak ladies possessed the strength of bulls!
***
Lykai couldn't believe still that the person looking back at him in the mirror was really him.
He was dressed in a white suit that seemed tailor-made for him. The shoes were of a popular brand that he'd heard about on Tv. He looked totally like a young master of a rich family that hadn't done any work in his life.
"Master, you look dashing," one of the twin maids commented.
"T-Thank you," he coyly responded. He didn't feel worthy of the things he was wearing but couldn't voice it out.
"Can I see Mr. Arnold now?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, Master," they replied in unison.
They led him out of the room, through several passageways, taking several turns until they stopped in front of a room with double doors. Then without a word, the maids departed, leaving him alone there.
Though puzzled, he knocked on the door once and heard the familiar voice of last night, "Come in,"
Hyping himself up internally, he pushed the doors open and entered. He was immediately struck by the magnificence of the place that turned out to be a study.
Seated at the wooden desk in the middle of the large room, was the familiar man dressed in a golden suit.
"G-Good morning sir," Lykai greeted, feeling like he was not even worth any of the books in here.
The red-haired man rose from his seat and walked over to the youth with a warm smile before going down on one knee without warning, "Greetings, Lord Alpha," he said with his head bowed, his right hand across his chest.
"This, again? What's going on here, Sir Arnold? Why do you guys keep kneeling and bowing before me and even calling me that title. I'm not your Lord Alpha,"
The man got back to his feet, "If you give this order, I will no longer kneel before you whenever I see you,"
"I don't want you to kneel before me. You're much older than me and I'm a nobody," Lykai argued.
"You're not a nobody, " Arnold insisted and led him to the couch at the extreme.
Then he handed him a photo of a baby in the arms of a beautiful rustic-haired woman. A black-haired handsome man was smilingly looking at the baby too.
Lykai was familiar with his infant pictures; He'd seen photos of him as a baby hung in his room during the time his dead parents were still alive. Why then was he here in this photo in the arms of a strange lady?
"Who are they?" he couldn't help questioning, pointing to the couple in the picture.
"Your biological parents,"
"What?" Lykai exclaimed, "That's impossible!"
At that, Arnold handed him a birth certificate and other documents that proved he was a Weston indeed.
…
Lykai felt that he'd lived a lie all this time. He'd been thinking he was a nobody and today, he found out he's the son of the former Alpha Leader who'd passed away with his wife years ago.
"Your grandpa found out your existence recently and he sent me to get you. He's on his sickbed and would love to see you," Arnold disclosed.
Lykai sighed, "Where is he?"
"I'll take you there,"
***
Lykai finally met his grandpa, Donald Weston in the family hospital which was ranked number one in the world.
The man's hair had all turned grey but his flesh remained youthful. He didn't seem to be dying as Arnold had earlier explained to him.
"Grandson!" the man yelled in delight, getting off the bed to run to him.
"Have you been eating well? Did those servants treat you poorly? Let grandpa take a good look at you," the excited man said, placing his hands on the lad's shoulders.
Lykai turned to look at the chuckling Arnold and sent him a death glare which the latter ignored.
"Grandpa," Lykai said with a smile, "I'm Lykai,"
"I know that. You're my good grandson," the old man chuckled as he ushered him to the couch in the spacious, furnished ward.