Born For The Alpha novel Chapter 20

Arda took a few seconds catching her breath. Afterwards, she let herself fall back to the bed and managed to fall asleep, her thoughts disappearing with that temporary welcome unconsciousness.

Arda slept for a long time and when she finally awoke, it was daytime. Her eyes scanned the walls, searching for a wall clock. The Indian ethnic wall clock she found which matched the house’s contemporary traditional vintage style, told her it was 8:07am.

She couldn’t believe she had slept so peacefully. But with consciousness came the unpleasant reality of her current situation. She picked up her phone and found a missed call from Jacob. Great, she thought. Maybe he would offer her some explanation. She still trusted him.

She was about to return his call when a knock sounded at the door and she sat up quickly, surprised by such show of courtesy. She had already written off the Alpha’s people as brutes, well, except for Karina.

The door opened and the guard who had carried her unceremoniously, poked his head through.

“Good morning.” He greeted as he stepped inside and paused after a couple of steps from the entrance. Arda noticed that he was holding a shopping bag in one hand. “Good, you’re awake. I was sent to tell you to get ready for the day.”

“By who?” she asked even though she already knew who.

“The Alpha.” He responded. If he was aware of her deliberate questioning, he didn’t show it.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A change of clothes for you.”

“When did he get that?”

“It arrived this morning. It was a special order.”

“So you’re here to dress me up?” she asked with a note of sarcasm.

“No.” Again, he showed no signs of noticing her demeanor.

“Then why did he send a male instead of a female to bring the clothing?”

The guard looked confused at this point and Arda knew he wasn’t used to being teased.

“I don’t understand.” He replied.

“Well, your condition is quite glaring.”

“What?” he asked, looking more confused and she shrugged offhandedly.

“Never mind.” She responded. “Anyway, are you not the driver? How come you’re doubling as some sort of a handmaid?”

He frowned, displeased with the idea of being compared with a handmaid. “I am not a handmaid.” He retorted.

“What’s your name?”

He cleared his throat as though to calm himself down. “Chester.”

“Nice. Suits you. If I was asked to guess, I would have chosen something different based on your role here.”

“What name?” he asked curiously.

“Barney.”

A frown creased his brow. “You will not call me that.”

“It would suit your role as a servant in this great castle.”

“I know my role here.” He said indignantly. “I am…”

“Some sort of servant?”

“I am not a servant.” He snapped.

Arda could see his patience had thinned and it pleased her to irk him. She would not make her stay easy for them.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

Arda could tell that he was quite a petty one. “Because ever since I’ve come across you, you’re busy taking orders diligently like a good little boy.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. If you have any issues, you can just talk to the Alpha.”

“Thanks for the advice but you’ve not told me about your role here.”

“I am a hunter in this pack.”

“Is that a fancy word for servant?”

“I am not a servant.”

“So what are you?”

“I have told you of my role here. I am…”

“Is that so? How come you’re running around like a servant, waiting on orders from…?”