His To Taste: The Alpha's Chef

CHAPTER ONE- A NEW PACK

GABRIELLA

My heart pounded hard in my chest as my weak legs struggled to move as fast as they could. My long blonde hair clung to my sweaty skin as I ran in the thick of the woods, panting and looking over my shoulders.

The darkness of the night made it harder to find my way but I kept running, my whole being engulfed in fear.

"Catch the thief! We must throw her in the dungeons " I heard a baritone voice yell behind me followed by the chants of angry loud voices.

I was being chased by a group of heavily chested guards with sticks, and my only saving grace was the fact that everywhere was dark. I was just an omega living in Stone Pack. My mum used to be a fantastic chef and had the knowledge of healing which she passed down to me, but she suddenly passed away.

After her death, my dad began to drink and gamble and ended up acquiring a lot of debt. In order to pay up, he sold me to a wicked woman at the age of ten, who made me work in her kitchen without pay for twelve years.

To make matters worse, the other employed chefs didn't like me because all the customers only ate my food. They called me a witch and accused me of casting spells on their food to make them eat only what I cook. Working in such a toxic environment was hell but I managed to pull through.

Right now, one of the chefs accused me of theft from one of the customers; the fearful Beta of the pack. His golden scepter was planted in my box and I knew I would be thrown in the dungeon when the investigation was over.

The only solution is to run, so at night. I packed about three clothes and wrapped them in a small sack before flinging it over my shoulders. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me but some of the guards caught on and began to chase me. I knew they were closing in on me and I feared for my future.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand. I was startled, but I knew better than to scream or I'll attract the guards. I looked at the person holding me and I could see it was a girl about my age, dressed in a hoodie and baggy pants. I would have wondered what she was doing here by this time but I was too tired and disoriented to bother.

"Come with me," she whispered. I nodded and followed her wherever she would take me.

At least, it's safer being with her than being caught and thrown in the dungeon. She led me through a path I didn't know existed till we were far away from the noise of the guards.

I exhaled in relief, glad to have escaped them. I fell on the floor, panting like a thirsty camel as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you for helping me," I managed to mutter, staring at the tall brunette in front of me. I was disoriented after escaping the guards who were after my life.

I dusted the sand off my clothes and stood up, my raging breath finally calming down.

" You literally saved my life,"

"Don't mention. I couldn't let a bunch of angry men catch a helpless damsel in distress," a light smile tugged at the edge of her lips.

I liked her sense of humor and I summoned more courage to talk to her. "I'm Gabriella. What's your name?"

"Wendy,"

"Sorry, but why are you here by this time?" I asked curiously, clutching my old bag of clothes tightly.

"My mum works for the priestess so I came to see her. I could tell you're an omega and I know you all aren't treated well in Stone Pack so I decided to help,"

I was thankful she had come to save me, or I'd have been caught and beaten mercilessly and thrown in the dungeon for a crime I didn't commit..

The journey to the next pack, which was White pack, was long and unending. I was thirsty and tired from walking all night. My feet were sore and swollen and I badly needed a place to relax.

We got there well into the morning and Wendy was kind enough to let me stay with her till I found my feet. I was excited to be in White Pack and started applying for jobs immediately. I saw an opening at Alpha Waylen's mansion the next day. His mother died recently, and he is looking for a chef who can make mushroom broth soup exactly like hers.

The job came with a fat salary, and we were told that whoever cooked the special soup the way the Alpha wanted it would become his personal chef and that means an even bigger increase in salary. I was so excited after passing the online and physical interview which was done within two weeks.

Some professional chefs came in to taste our food and five chefs were selected to work in the mansion. Out of all the thousands of chefs to apply, I was among the top five. The thought of it warmed my heart. I shared the news with Wendy and she was very excited for me.

"To celebrate, we're hitting the club tonight. Don't even bother to protest because you haven't explored White Pack. This is an opportunity to unwind and enjoy yourself,"

I wanted to argue but I couldn't. It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun after my hard work so I slipped into one of Wendy's hot dresses. It was a red, short silky dress that clung to my skin like sin.

I wasn't comfortable with it but she insisted I wore it because according to her, I look hot in it. I finally agreed to put it on and off we went. One of Wendy's friends took us to his table upstairs in the Vip lounge and I had no choice but to follow them, my eyes darting around anxiously.

My eyes fell on a man in a corner. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and the most structured face. His dark hair melted into his face like butter and his lean muscular body-breathtaking.

I have never seen a man so handsome in my life. I could see him smirk as he looked at me and my heart froze. Oh my goodness! He's staring! My cheeks became red and I looked away. My heart was already beating fast in my chest and I feared that if I looked any longer, it would burst from excitement.

This strange man looks sexually appealing, and his eyes. His beautiful chocolate eyes made me feel a tightness down there. I shouldn't be feeling this way, especially because I planned on keeping myself for my fated mate.

"I need a drink," I muttered to myself as I tried to look away from the handsome stranger. There were lots of bottles of alcohol on the table in front of us so I let myself have a shot. My lips squeezed together as I felt the hot liquid burn my throat, but it felt surprisingly sweet.

I didn't know alcohol could taste so nice and I found myself gulping down some more shots. I started to feel tipsy and didn't realize when I stood up and began to dance. Wendy was also drunk and she joined me on the dance floor as we both shook our hips to the beat of the music.

Again, my eyes rested on the handsome man and I couldn't stop staring at him. The way he looked at me made me want to melt. I could see him walk up to me and I could swear I stopped breathing. "Mind if we dance?" His deep voice penetrated my ears. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, but I ended up falling for the words of this man.

As he stood tall over me, his deep voice smooth like butter and his pretty eyes staring into mine felt exciting and thrilling. We went to the dance floor and he took the lead, his hands on my waist while my arms flew around his neck as he guided my steps. He whispered something in my ear and I found myself laughing like he was the funniest guy in the world.

I was too drunk to be shy and I didn't realize I began to bite my lip and twirl my hair as he spoke.

"I want you," he held me closer, breathing into my neck.

I froze in his arms, my eyes meeting his. I could see the pure desire in his eyes as he watched me with hitched breath. He leaned forward and enveloped me in a kiss, tasting every corner of my lips as his arms roamed my waist.

It was sudden and shocking, but it made the knot in my stomach tighten. I never thought a stranger could make me feel this way and it felt exciting. He asked me to follow him to his room in a hotel opposite the club and I instantly agreed.

We got to the room and he swiftly rushed at me, pinning me to the wall and kissing me from my lips to my neck. "Oh my!" I gasped, running my hands in his sandy hair. In a second, my clothes were gone and he pinned me to the bed, worshiping my body with his tongue.

I cried out underneath him, my fingers digging into the flesh of his back as I moaned in his ears. The next thing I remembered was being intertwined with him in the sheets. His tongue on my nipples made it harden like ice, and his dick inside of me felt like fire. It hurt, but I slowly began to adjust to his pace.

"You're a virgin," his brows squinted in surprise and I slowly nodded. He seemed impressed by that and tenderly worshiped my body till I had an orgasm and passed out from satisfaction.

CHAPTER TWO- IN HIS ROOM

GABRIELLA

I turned from side to side, smiling in my sleep as the plush bed comfortably supported my back. I felt like I was lying on a pile of feathers, which was a contrast to the hard foam in Wendy's house.

I slowly opened my eyes, wondering what the softness was when I turned to the side and noticed a man lying beside me. The sleep from my eyes instantly cleared and I sat up looking around me in shock.

I remembered all that happened the previous night and I gasped. I have lost my virginity to this stranger; the special gift I had been keeping for my mate was gone in a split second, all because I let go of myself and had a drunken night.

My eyes darted to the wall clock and I saw that the time was almost seven in the morning.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath and jumped up from the bed. I could feel some soreness down there; a stark reminder of the fact that my virginity was lost just like that.

I hurriedly picked up my clothes from the floor and wore them before bolting out of the room.

I needed to go home as soon as possible and have a quick clean up before heading to Alpha Waylen's mansion.

I ran out of the hotel, looking left and right in confusion when I sighted Wendy just coming out of the club with her friend.

"The club was lit!" She yelled into the morning, chuckling sheepishly. She was still tipsy from the alcohol.

I rushed up to her and grabbed her shoulders frantically.

"I need to go home now! It's my first day at work today " I began to panic.

She talked to her friend and he dropped both of us off at home. I hurriedly rinsed my body in ten seconds and had a quick brush before changing into a simple dress and packing my hair into a bun.

I barely glanced at the mirror before dashing out of the house, constantly checking my watch and praying I get there on time.

After what seemed like a long while, we arrived at the mansion and the cab had barely parked when I tossed the driver's money to him and bolted out of his cab.

I rushed straight to the gate and was met by a bunch of bodyguards.

"Confirm the name," one of them said with a hoarse tone.

"Gabriella Montez," I said nervously, staring at them impatiently as I eagerly waited for them to hurry up.

I slipped in my thumb on the fingerprint machine and clocked in for the day. I was directed to the kitchen and I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I sighed in relief as I saw the door of the kitchen and opened up.

Everyone turned to face me as I stepped into the kitchen.

"You're late, Miss Montez," a stocky-looking woman said to me. She looked like she was in her fifties and had a small pair of spectacles resting on her nose.

"I-I'm sorry," my cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I looked at the other set of chefs standing before her. There were two ladies and two guys, looking professional and well put together, while my messy hair and barely ironed clothes made me look like I had just come from a fight.

"An interesting first impression you're giving, looking so rough on your first day," she shook her head in disapproval, staring at me from head to toe.

I could hear some of the chefs giggle and I bit my lips in embarrassment. No excuse I give is going to make sense.

"I'm sorry. This wouldn't repeat itself again,"

"Well, it better not!" She said so sharply that I didn't realize when I jolted in surprise. "Take your place among your colleagues,"

I nodded and went to stand among my fellow chefs. I was standing close to one of the girls and I could see her eye me and slightly move away from me.

"Well, Miss Montez, you came late and have missed out on some instructions and I'm not going to repeat myself. You should ask your colleagues about this later!"

She continued speaking and I learnt that all the chefs in the mansion have tried to make the special soup but none have been able to make it the way he likes it and that is why we were employed. She hoped that with our expertise, we would come up with something nice for Alpha Waylen.

She concluded by telling us we would serve him on different days and I was to serve him on the fifth day. After that, if we don't meet his requirements of making the soup like his mother, then we would become regular chefs since they were short on staff.

I wondered what Alpha Waylen looks like. I've been in Stone Pack for a little while, barely attending events or going out so I did not know much about the pack. I could only hope that I win so I can make enough to get a nice house and send some money to dad to help with his debt.

I know he doesn't care about me, but he's the only family I have and maybe if I pay his debt, then he'll accept me and finally see my worth.

My eyes traveled around the huge kitchen and I was impressed with what I saw. It was very clean and had all the important gadgets that were needed. It was the heaven of every chef and I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. If I get to use all these appliances, my cooking will come out even better than before.

I tried talking to the other chefs but they all seemed so cold and uptight, except one of them. Her name is Jada, and she told me of some of the things I missed before I came like how we were told to be at the garden by one to collect our ID, and how we were not allowed to snoop around the mansion and only focus on the store room and kitchen. She also showed me the hostel where we would be staying. It was a big hall at the back of the mansion, divided by partitions for each department.

There was only one bed and locker left in the chef's room so I had to take that. I also got to understand that we are free to go home however we like but we must either be in the kitchen during work hours or in our rooms in between breaks.

I was nervous and excited about everything and couldn't wait to see what the future held for me. I went to the garden to take a stroll in the evening, savoring the sweet-smelling flowers and the beautiful ambiance of the garden when I spotted a white stem flower. It was extremely rare and I remember mum teaching me the knowledge of this flower and its healing properties. A lot of people were not aware but it also gave a rich and distinct flavor to food.

I decided that I would use this flower to make my soup for Alpha Waylen and I know he's going to love it.

It was finally my turn to make mushroom broth soup for him. I tenderly made the soup with love, putting the emotions of the love of a mother in my skill. I understand the pain of the loss of a mother, and I channelled the tenderness in making the meal step by step as I carefully measured everything in detail.

I ground the stem of the white flower I saw in the garden into powder and added it as a spice into the soup and it instantly gave it a rich flavor with a nice aroma that filled the kitchen. The stocky woman, whom I later learnt was Chef Stella came to the kitchen to inspect my soup after I was done.

"Wow! It smells so good. Anyway, Alpha Waylen isn't feeling up to it this morning, so you'll be taking the food to his room.

My heart stopped beating as soon as I heard that statement. I heard Alpha Waylen was intimidating and cold; how would I face him without embarrassing myself?

I didn't want to, but I had no choice but to serve him. I put the soup on a tray along with some hibiscus tea I made and followed the directions I was given to his room.

I stood in front of a mighty door and my heart suddenly began to beat fast in my chest. I took a deep breath and managed to summon the courage to knock on the door.

"Come in!" I heard his deep voice from the other end of the room. I swallowed hard before finally pushing my wobbly legs into the room, my eyes fixed on the floor. I wouldn't dare to look at him.

"Put it on the table over there!" I could see his fingers pointing at a small round table close to the window.

"Yes, Alpha Waylen," I replied and did as he said, my head still bowed and facing the floor. I quickly dropped the food and my legs began walking swiftly out of the room when I heard his hard voice behind me

"Stop!"

I stood still in my tracks, my beating heart threatening to tear out of its ribcage.

"Turn around!" He commanded.

I bit my lips nervously, wondering why he won't just let me go. He's not supposed to be having a conversation with me so what is going on here?

I slowly turned around to face him, picking at my fingers with my eyes staring at my feet.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he commanded, his tone suggesting he doesn't have time for nonsense.

My head slowly raised and my eyes locked into his beautiful brown eyes. I remember these eyes, this is the man I had a one night stand with at the club.

CHAPTER THREE- MEETING HER AGAIN

WAYLEN

Mum's death took a huge toll on me. After passing away from an illness, my life did not remain the same again. I and my sister, Sandra, mourned her for some time and ensured she had a befitting burial.

Her absence left a void in my heart and I sometimes found myself craving her special mushroom broth soup. Despite the numerous cooks we had, she ensured she specially prepared that soup for me.

After her death, I asked the chefs to continue making it for me but to my surprise, none of them could replicate the soup. I wondered how a bunch of professional chefs could not replicate a simple soup.

In anger and frustration, I instructed the head chef to look for someone who can make it exactly how I want it with a huge price attached. I don't mind the cost, afterall, I can afford it a million times over.

I sighed as I went to look out the window and into the garden. It was my usual practice early in the morning to look at the stunning garden view facing my window and sip my morning coffee. The garden reminded me of Mum because it was her favorite place to be.

As I looked ahead, I could see someone; a lady with long blonde flowing hair sniffing some flowers. I couldn't make out her face, but her long hair reminded me of that night, a few days ago.

I met a girl at the club and I was instantly drawn to her. Her pretty face and blue eyes caught my attention. I could tell she was not from this pack because of her striking features and in that moment, all I wanted was to have a taste of her.

I remember her long flowing hair, covering her boobs as she stood naked before me. The pure desire in my eyes as I parted her hair to the side and had a full view of her round boobs, and hard pink nipples rewound in my head like a tape that was set to haunt me.

I was surprised to discover she was a virgin; she didn't seem like one with her astonishing beauty. I'm surprised nobody has entered her legs and felt the warmth of her opening. But honestly, I was impressed. I don't know why images of her wouldn't leave my head.

I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I went to pick it up from my dresser and sighed as I saw the caller. It was my father calling. He was old and retired and was now living in Alpha's den, a big mansion in the middle of all packs, where retired Alphas stay together till they pass.

It was more like an old people's home, but bigger, badder, and better, housing all elderly retired Alphas who wanted away from the hustle and bustle of pack affairs.

Dad has been pestering me to get a Luna for a while, but I'm not ready for that right now. I didn't want to let anyone in and let them see who I truly am. I didn't believe in true love, especially not for me.

All I need is someone who will bear strong pups for me. I didn't care about a mate; neither have I ever had one.

Maybe I do, somewhere in the world, but I was always shutting my wolf out, so he can't do anything, including sensing my mate if I have one.

I sipped the last drop of coffee as I watched my phone ring. I'm not about to deal with a nagging dad this morning. Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on the door. I had forgotten that one of the chefs was coming in to serve my special mushroom soup.

I didn't feel like leaving my room today, so I requested that the soup to be brought to my room. So far, none of the four chefs who have served me have been able to make the soup how I want, and I could only hope that the chef coming in today would at least make something close to how my mum used to make it. I muttered a "come in" and a slender-looking chef with an apron tied around her waist walked into the room.

That darn long flowing hair again!

It's like it's always there wherever I look. I tried to study her features but I wasn't getting much because her head was bowed and facing the ground and her frame was hidden behind a chef's uniform.

I wonder what she's looking at on the floor. I almost thought there was something there till I realized her head was properly bowed because she was intimidated by me.

I ordered her to look at me and slowly, her head raised higher till her eyes locked with mine. I recognized those eyes instantly.

The same eyes that pierced mine as I fucked her that night; same eyes that had pure lust and desire in them.

I could see her pupils widen, and I knew she recognized me. Did she flirt with me on purpose at the club because she thought she would have an upper hand here?

No, that doesn't make sense since she lost her virginity to me. Or does it?

I pretended not to remember what happened that night. It's in the past and it should remain where it belongs.

"Talk to me about this dish. What makes this so special,"

"Y-Yes, Alpha Waylen. As someone who has also lost her mother, I understand the love and intentionality that a mother puts into her food to bring a smile to her child's face.

I have searched for the best spices, with love and tenderly garnished them to form beautiful flavors on your tongue,"

I could hear the nervousness in her voice as she spoke. Anyway, I cleared my throat and took a spoonful of the soup.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I took another spoon and then another. This tastes exactly how my mother used to, but with an extra twist. It was better than any mushroom broth soup I've ever had, including mum's.

This is astonishing! Infact, this is--

My thoughts were caught off as I felt something tight in my chest. I wasn't sure what it was but whatever it was, I didn't want to find out in front of this chef!

"Leave!" I croaked, trying to mask the pain in my eyes. I could see her eyes bulge in surprise and hesitation at my sudden switch.

"I said leave!" I barked, my voice a lot higher and intimidating and she bolted out of the room. I didn't mean to shout at her or scare her, I simply needed her to leave instantly.

I clutched my chest and lay on my bed; my neck stiffened, and I could feel pain radiating through my neck. Is the beast trying to rear its head again?

I fought hard and endured the pain, but I slowly found myself slipping out of consciousness. My chest grew even tighter and my body weaker. My breathing became hitched and my vision was blurry till I slowly slipped out of consciousness.