Misha

I went downstairs and out the front door to go grab his luggage. The Alpha's son was a jerk. A major pain in the ass-an ass that was fvcking godly handsome. God, I hate that towering heathen. Ok, maybe hate was too strong of a word but he was a total jerk.

I grumbled a nasty complaint underneath my breath as I bent down and picked up his luggage from the ground. I still don't understand why he chose me? On the other hand, he was hot hunk of a man and extremely tall. He was the largest man I have seen on this earth. I am a pretty tall woman myself but when standing next to him I felt like an ant. His shoulders were broad and muscular stretching the sleeve of shirt like a second skin. I couldn't hide my appreciation of the way the shirt hugged his upper chest. I can literally see the muscular pectorals pressing against his t-shirt.

"LAUREL!" A booming voice shouted into my ear.

"Ahh!" I dropped the heavy luggage and punched the person that was next to me in the face hard in self-defense.

It turned out to be Sebastian. He was also an omega but worked mostly outside. Ever since arriving here, Sebastian had helped me with almost everything. He taught all that I needed to know about there "rules". I also knew that he had a fond affection for me one that ran deeper than a brotherly love.

"What the hell, Seb? Did you want me to kill you?" I snapped angrily while I try to steady my rapidly beating heart.

"I called your name five million times, Laurel. Are you deaf?" He muttered before bending down to pick up the luggage.

I sighed and tried to pull the luggage away from him, "No. I was just consumed in my thoughts. Give me back my luggage."

"Yours? I thought this was Alpha Michael's?" He asked.

Michael.

That name sounds oddly familiar but then again it was a common name. I tried yanking it again.

"It is! I am supposed to take upstairs, now let go." I yanked harder.

We continued tugging back and forth. Sebastian wanted to help me carry it upstairs but I didn't need his help. I was very capable of carrying a luggage. He then proceeded to taunt and tease me until I was screaming at him.

Finally, he got called away by another pack member. He let go of the luggage which in turn sent me flying to the ground. The luggage opened and everything inside came spilling out.

"Crap! I'm dead." I began scrambling to pick up all the clothes and men's product throwing them as fast as I can into the luggage.

"What the hell happened?" A shudder ran down my spine. That thick baritone voice of Alpha Michael came from the doorway. My eyes snapped up immediately to find him already walking towards us. The sky darkened with each demanding step he took. His eyes narrowed down on my knelt form in confusion.

"I-I can explain." I stammered.

This was it. The Alpha's son was not happy and now I'm going to be kicked out of this small little town back into the woods where I found myself. The fear instigated adrenaline to pulse through my veins. I began frantically picking up his clothes and tossing them into the suitcase.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry! I fell and the whole thing just fell apart."

"How did you fall? Did you get hurt?" He asked. I thought it was an odd question. I would have thought he would yell at me for getting his clothes all dirty.

Just when I was about to answer him, rain started pouring hard.

"Why?" I muttered to the sky before picking up the rest of the clothes.

"What are you doing? It's raining!" He shouted and a deep rumble came from his chest. My spine tingled with awareness. I must be going insane because I heard him growl like an animal.

"I am almost done! Go back inside. You'll get wet. I'll pick up-"Before I could finish the sentence I was yanked up onto my knees. My wet hair now clung to my face. My clothes adhered to my skin.

"Leave the damn clothes behind." He started tugging me towards the mansion.

"Wait! The clothes!"

"To hell with the clothes. You're fvcking wet." He snarled. This time there was no mistaking it. The man did in fact snarled like an animal.

When we were safely inside, he didn't stop by the foyer. Instead, he continued up the steps towards his bedroom again. I stumbled behind him trying to keep up with his long strides. The man has legs as long as the size of a football field. I swear even if I took three quick steps I wasn't able to match his one large stride.

When we finally made it inside, he still didn't let go of my left wrist. His hand remained wrapped tightly around it almost as if he was afraid I was going to run away. He tugged me towards the bathroom where he grabbed a towel. I was about to smile and say thank you when I realized he was going to give it to me until he tossed it at my face. The smile wiped off completely before the towel even hit the ground.

"Thank you." I mumbled before bending down to grab the towel. I then stared at him expectantly. When he stared back at me like I'm crazy I spoke up.

"If you let go of my wrist, I can dry myself." My eyes whizzed towards where he still had his hand wrapped around my wrist.

He let go of it instantly like he was burned with fire. I smirked and began to dry what I can of my hair and clothes. Although he was demanding and awfully rude, it was nice of him to give me a towel to dry myself.

"Sir-Alpha, your clothes are still outside." I stated after I got done drying myself and wrapping the towel over my shoulders to cover my body.

"You can call me Michael." He said gruffly, avoiding my curious look.

"I can't call you that. It is not appropriate."

"And how do you know it is not?" He looked like he was upset with my answer. "My father told me you don't remember anything."

Was he trying to prove a point here?

"Well, I was told-"

"Well, now I am telling you to call me Michael." Something flickered through his hard eyes. An emotion that passed by so quickly I wasn't able to catch it.

"I'll call you Michael in private." I offered. I don't know why I am even negotiating. He was big enough to rip my head off if I pissed him off and he looked very pissed off right now. I gathered strength for a fight but was surprised to see resignation in his face.

"Fine." He agreed.

Wow! I was actually able to negotiate with him. From the stories that I heard about this guy, he was kind of insane. He lost his soulmate and gone very cold. He rarely shows his emotions.

On the other hand, I also heard stories about him when he was younger. He was a carefree child and always smiled. He treated people nicely and never raised his voice. His soulmate's death was what probably broke him. Was this why he was so cold towards everyone including me? I guess he has a right to be a jerk. If I had a mate and he died, my heart will be terribly broken.

I felt a familiar sting in my chest.

I didn't realize we were staring at each other for the longest time before he blinked and the solidity in his eyes came back.

"Take off your shirt."

I tightened my grip on the towel, "No way."

I wanted to bite my tongue and tell myself to shut up before I get myself killed but with him I just couldn't. Call me crazy but even in his towering frame, I felt safe. I felt like he wouldn't hurt me. Yep! I am really insane.

I laughed at my thoughts.

His eyebrows crinkled in confusion and his light hazel eyes swarmed what was written all over his face.

"Why are you laughing?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"I asked you to take off your shirt." His voice dropped off at the end.

"I won't be doing it in front of you." I replied. "I don't care what kind of woman you think I am but I am not that kind of woman. I'm not easy like that."

His confusion opened into understanding and it was his turn to laugh. It was the first time I heard him laugh since his arrival. I was instantly fascinated with how deep and dreamy it was. When he finally stopped his eyes still sparkled with amusement. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sparkles that seemed to light off like fireworks in his eyes.

"I did not mean it that way, Mis-Laurel." He responded.

"Then what on earth did you mean?" I threw back at him.

He sighed and walked out of the bathroom. He came back with a clean pair of clothing. I recognized that it was his. He handed it to me and waited for me to take it.

"You want me to change into your clothes?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Unless you want to remain cold. You still have many other things to do for me, Laurel." He arched an eyebrow. "I can let you know right now I wouldn't like if my bedroom becomes wet with your wet clothes."

"Oh." I simply replied and reached out to grab the clothes.

I guess he was right. Besides, it was just changing into his clothes. It didn't mean anything.

He walked out and closed the door behind him. I quickly got out of my clothes and pulled on his t-shirt. I decided to wear my wet bra underneath even when it was wet. I needed something to keep the girls in place. When I pulled on his sweat pants, it dropped back down to my ankles. It was ridiculously big.

Grumbling my displeasure, I pulled it back up and tightened the drawstrings on the sweat pants and rolled up the sweat pants to my ankles.

I walked out to find him sitting by his desk looking through some papers. I wondered what would he have me do next? Also, I seriously wondered why he chose me to be his personal attendant. I had no experience at all.