Alpha's Runaway Mate

Pie Bomber

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Mirabel

"That looks so yummy, Mirabel," Charlotte moaned from behind me as I slightly bent to carefully glaze the pie. Her face peeking above my shoulder, I glanced at her and caught her biting her lower lip. Her strawberry blonde hair was cascading over half of her face but I didn't miss the lust to try my pie in her eyes, that brought a small smile on my lips. We met a few hours ago and throughout the time she had been an interactive company. I wasn't quite a social butterfly. She was the first one to approach and definitely kept me engaged. I really enjoyed her enthusiasm. Guess extroverts could fit in any place.

"Does it look worth giving a shot?" I asked her, sounding slightly unsure.

She, whose hands now were holding my shoulder, averted her gaze at me and passed me a are-you-joking nod through her spectacles. "You're not serious. This has to be the yummiest pie I have ever seen, Mirabel. It's literally teasing me to steal a bite, I don't what are you talking about, jeez, I literally can't stop fantasising about its taste. Also, you have been working on it for hours so it has to be more than you doubt it to be," She boasted with no shame and I chose to take her words without arguing because God knew what more could come out of her mouth if I opposed.

"I hope they all like it," I murmured, giving it a final, gentle brush.

"Of course, they will. They called you from the rushy state for a reason, girl, and you passed without an interview. There must be something unique about your food that caught our Alpha's attention," She said, getting back to her task of chopping vegetables. I didn't miss out on the term Alpha yet again. First I heard it from Gwen and now her.

"Can I ask you something?" I initiated in a small tone. Charlotte hummed, passing me a glance. "Why do you keep calling the head as Alpha?" I finally asked. She blinked once or twice and smiled vaguely. Her reaction was puzzling me.

"First I doubted you were human but now I believe you are," She spoke to herself while chopping tomatoes.

"What do you mean?" I asked back, utterly dumbfounded by her reply. Everyone's supposed to be human, isn't it?

"Did anyone tell you about us before you came here?" She was talking in riddles and I was getting agitated.

I shook my head.

"Have you read werewolf stories in your childhood?" She asked again.

I stared at her for a second while deducing if she was about to joke that they had some sort of big bad werewolf gene in their DNA. "No, but I have read those stories to my kids," I told her. My kids loved listening to werewolf stories before their bedtime and hence I had mastered the myths of great wolves and Lycans. In that moment I realised one connection, the group of werewolves was called a pack and their leader was termed Alpha. They didn't mean to...

"No way, do you actually believe in those stories?" I couldn't hold back my surprise. Those stories were all fictional.

"They are real, my friend. You haven't gotten a chance to meet a pack with an Alpha before but believe me, we do exist," She backed her claim, putting slices of tomatoes in a bowl. "I am still thinking how did Alpha choose you to come here? He had never chosen a human chef before, I mean I don't believe he doesn't know you are a human, I think..." She paused speaking as Fiona called her to help her with salad. She excused herself and went her way while I was left pondering over what she had just said.

I couldn't think over for long as I was also assigned a task but deep down somewhere in my chest, her words didn't leave a sound impact on me. The thought of being among animalistic species was bone-chilling hence I preferred focusing on my task than taking her seriously.