An Alpha without a Pack

Chapter 8

There were two girls standing at the foot of my bed staring at me with maroon eyes. They both wore the same dress pants, a white blouse, and both had their light blond hair pulled back into a tight bun.

The one on the right smiled at me and said, "I hope you slept well, miss."

"As do I," said the other.

"We were sent here by our master."

"He asked us to help you to get ready for dinner."

"You're twins," I managed to say and they both bobbed their heads a little too eagerly. I was a little creeped out to be honest. I took a quick glace at the alarm clock that sat on a nightstand by the bed. "It's almost six in the morning."

"Yes, we live by night here," the one on the right said.

"Meaning that breakfast is at six at night, lunch is at midnight, and dinner at six in the morning."

"But it really depends on master when we eat in the Alpha's house."

"Master?" Confusion hit me until an image of Drake popped into my mind. "You mean Drake, your alpha?"

"Oh, yes. Alpha Drake."

"He likes it when the maids call him master."

"Sometimes he lets us call him daddy just like he did earlier."

"Master has been in such a good mood since you've arrived."

"He even took us both at once-"

I slammed my hands over my ears and made lala noises to block out the remaining of the conversation. Not only did I not need to know about the twins' sex life, I also did not need to know about Drake's and what he likes to do to his maids.

The twins stopped their highly inappropriate conversation when they seemed to realize how uncomfortable it was making me and smiled. Pulling their hands from behind their backs I saw that they were holding a large black bag and a pair of grey pumps.

"We should really get you ready for dinner."

"Master does not like to be kept waiting."

"Tell your master," I put enough venom into the word that it could kill a deer, "that I am not hungry. In fact, I would rather starve than have a meal with him."

I stood and walked towards the bathroom. As I walked past the girls, one reached out and grabbed my arm tightly, forcing me to stop.

"Master will get what he wants."

"And he wants to have dinner with you and his son."

I wretched my arm free and stared down the twins as a headache began to form between my eyes from listening to them talk. "I said I will not be eating with him."

"Oh, trust us, you want to go to dinner with him."

"He has very important matters to discuss with you."

"Can the two of you stop talking like that?" I whined. I was beginning to think that Drake sent these two to send me to the crazy house. The two girls tilted their head to the side and smiled. I threw my hands up in the air in defeat saying I do not care anymore loudly. "Fine, whatever," I sighed. "Do you know what he wants to talk about?"