Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

138-Smile For Me, My Alpha King

Maura’s POV:

It’s been a few days since Alpha King Zane saved me from my father’s wrath, but I knew the money he

gave my father wouldn’t be able to keep me safe for much longer. My father had already wasted half of it

on his drinking problems and was going to lose the rest gambling.

He didn’t have to buy food or anything for the cows. He would make me sing for them, and that would be

enough to keep the cows healthy for a few days.

I don’t know how I got these powers, but that had been the only reason I was living. I have been a late

bloomer, so while I waited for my wolf to wake up, my powers saved me from many troubles.

“Maura! There is a customer waiting for you,” Pamela said when walking into the backroom, where I was

helping her cook.

We didn’t have many helpers because my father would rather save the money for himself than pay for

any help.

I never got paid for my hard work, and Pamela would re- ceive a very little amount.

“Who is it?” I asked, wondering why the customer didn’t just place the order with Pamela.

“The alpha King Zane!” she snickered, eyeing me to go see him. “You are lucky that the Alpha King said

your name and specifically called for you.” She added, and my body shud-dered.

“I am not going in front of him. Can you please make up an excuse for me and take the order from him?”

I requested her, refusing to leave the backroom when he was around. There was something about him

that made me extremely shy in his presence.

“Oh, come on! He will get upset.” Pamela was no longer teasing me. She was worried now.

“Please!” I requested again, and with a sigh, she nodded. I watched her leave the kitchen to tend to him.

She returned just after a minute and shook her head at me.

“He is asking for you,” she gave up, making me realize he wasn’t going to order or leave until I went out

and took his or- der.

That made me a bit icky. It was like he was using his pow- er to get me to do something, and I didn’t like

it. My father was enough already to control me; I didn’t want an alpha king to take part as well.

“Thank you for trying. I will care about it,” I told Pamela and grabbed the notepad to leave for his table.

The instant | watched him sit there, my heart missed a beat. He looked dev- ilishly handsome in all black.

His long arms were resting against the backrest, and his eyes were staring at me through his eyebrows.

“Good afternoon. What would you like to have?” I ap- proached him with a fake smile on my lips and

asked him.

He had his finger resting on the menu, pointing at a tuna sandwich.

“Why didn’t you come when I asked you to?” Those were the first words he spoke to me instead of

ordering food.

“I am here now,” I smiled awkwardly, trying to avoid get- ting into an argument with him.

“But why didn’t you come before?” he insisted on know- ing. It was the seriousness in his voice that was

making me feel uncomfortable.

I couldn’t tell how he would react to my response.

“I asked you to come. Why didn’t you?” He then asked again, and this time I felt like I had to speak up for

myself.

“Because I don’t take orders from others,” I muttered un- der my clenched jaw, but I didn’t stare back at

him to instigate him into misbehaving.

“Funny coming from someone whose job it is to take or- ders from her customers,” he exclaimed,

shaking his head.

“So, what will your order be?” I continued to avoid trouble, but I offended him when I didn’t listen to him.

“Nothing! I will not sit and eat where I am not welcomed.” He got up from his seat and walked past me

angrily. I didn’t want to be rude to him, but I was too shy to come up to him. However, I did mess up when

I made a comment about not taking orders from him.

Feeling guilty about what I had done, I rushed back into the kitchen and grabbed the fresh tuna

sandwich, which was someone else’s order, and ran out of the café in search of Zane.

He hadn’t left, though.

He was standing next to his car, his arm resting on the car, and his lips were smirking. It seemed like he

knew I would come after him.

“Yes?” he asked, watching me make steady steps toward

“Have this!” I pulled my hands out to him and offered him the sandwich. He stared at the sandwich and

then at my face for a few seconds before he hunched over to reach my level.

“I am not going to pay for something I am eating outside your café,” he whispered, looking for a reaction

from me.

“It is okay. Consider this my apology,” I uttered, and soon he grabbed the sandwich out of my hand. He

smiled when holding the sandwich, tilting his face to deepen his stare into my face. I rushed back to my

café and to the kitchen to steady my racing breaths. I stood by the wall with my hand on my chest. My

heart was pounding in there. I felt so shy in Zane’s presence.

“Maura! A customer needs you at the table.” Pamela’s voice made me compose my posture and stop

blushing. I grabbed the notepad again, and when I walked toward the ta- ble, I found Zane sitting there

with a smile on his lips.

He had come back with the sandwich, and this time I was going to take his order nicely.

“Coffee!” he ordered sweetly before I could even ask him what he wanted next.

That moment, when I saw him at the table again, the smile he gave me was just pure. I don’t think I can

survive such a smile.