-Liam's POV:
The packhouse is a ginormous mansion.
It has four floors and it is just so spacious and fancy.
As I stood by the gate, I felt so small even though I'm the tallest guy around here.
I felt small because my status wasn't even close to a mere maid who works in the packhouse.
I sighed as I glanced down at my polished black boots, black pants, tight white shirt, necktie, and a vest on top.
The white shirt looks like it's about to explode due to how huge my chest and biceps are.
I rolled the sleeve to my elbow, showing off my muscled forearm and veins as well as the beautiful watch on my wrist.
I tried to look as presentable as possible.
I put my hair in a man bun because I don't look too professional with it down.
I stood in the long line of alphas and sighed.
I can't smell my mate's scent, I don't know where she is.
As much as I would die to see her, it's good that she isn't here, because I'm already nervous enough.
After almost two hours of waiting, my turn finally came.
I stood by the door, there was a female beta standing there with a very arrogant and boring look on her face as she asked " Name."
" Liam Snow," I answered in a very stable tone, ignoring how arrogant the beta was.
She wrote my name down and asked without even looking at me "Skills?"
Well, I don't have any specific skills.
I can't be a warrior because I'm not trained.
I can't be the alpha's escort because that means being too close to her every day, and I don't know when the moonflower could wear off or when I could lose focus and allow her to find out about our mate bond.
" Ehm… I know how to cook." I do. I'm a really good cook. Both mom and dad taught me how to cook since they adopted me.
The beta wrote something down and asked me to go to the left which I did.
I entered a room that only had three alphas there, two males and one female.
That's good, so not a lot of alphas know how to cook.
I'm confident now, I think I will be getting that opportunity especially since they need more than one new cook.
The three other alphas in the room seem to already get along, I'm the only one standing there like a sculpture.
After a while, another female alpha joined us then we waited for a couple more hours before that same beta walked into the room, chewing her gum and looking at us like we were some roaches or rats " Each one of you will cook something for the alpha to try. Then she'll choose the one she likes the most. Follow me to the kitchen."
I heard a low growl behind me as I instantly turned around, looking at one of the female alphas in the room, she seemed mad " I want to rid her throat with teeth."
Everyone else agreed with her.
She is mad because of how disrespectful that beta is and how she looks down on us just because we are poor.
I quietly followed the beta with the other cooks behind me.
We made it to the kitchen as the beta again stood there, chewing that gum as if she owns the pack that we live in " The alpha doesn't like baked fruits, honey, raisins, spicy food, mustard, fish, garlic, jam, mayo. So try to avoid these ingredients for a better chance to get the job. Good luck."
I grinned, I'm so happy to learn all these things about my mate. I will remember all her dislikes by heart.
I'm thinking of making medium-rare steak, with some side dishes.
This is precisely what I cooked, it smells incredible and looks as scrumptious as it tastes.
I just wish Anastasia would like it.
The fact that I was cooking for my mate made me feel flustered.
Another good thing I can have if I get chosen for this job is that I can take care of Anastasia without her knowledge, I can make healthy and good food to fill up her tummy.
Just thinking of it made me happy.
I glanced over at the other cooks, noticing that two of them made some Italian-based dishes, one of the guys made some type of soup, and the other made roasted chicken.
Every dish looks really good, to be honest.
Some servants came inside the kitchen and took the dishes to the dining room.
The cooks followed but I was left there frozen because I could sense my mate close by.
I gulped, and my hands started to sweat as I followed the rest of the cooks.
We stayed at the door, looking at the big fancy dining room that was surrounded by maids and servants.
I feel like we are in some palace that belongs to a royal family, not a packhouse.
I could not control my eyes, they instantly glowed in purple the second I saw her.
Anastasia.
She walked down the stairs, dressed in one of her long black dresses, and her hair was styled in loose waves.
I had a strange urge to kiss her to make her red lipstick a mess.
That black smokey eye shadow that she has on her eyes, drives me nuts.
Isn't it already enough that her natural eyes could bring anyone to their knees?
No werewolf, even alpha can deny that powerful and dominant aura that my mate has around her.
She elegantly walked inside the dining room, taking one of the seats.
A soft grin appeared on my face, watching her lifting a fork and tasting the dishes.
I wish I could feed her, and although I know she doesn't need anyone's protection, I wish I was allowed to protect her from everything, I wish I could scoop her in my arms and hide her from the world, I wish I could take care of her directly… I wish I could love her freely without having to hide.
I blinked the purple glow away, feeling my omega yearning for our mate, my alpha wolf was also dying to be close to Anastasia but my omega wolf was so much weaker and desperate for our mate.
I gulped when I noticed Anastasia reaching for the last plate which was mine.
She cut a piece of the steak and stabbed it with her fork before eating it.
I can't tell what she's thinking or what she's feeling.
I can't read her face… Because there isn't much to read.
I have never seen any emotion clear on her face other than anger… sometimes.