But I'm Not An Alpha!

Chapter 1

It took him less than 15 minutes to finish packing all his items. He lifted the all too light bag and made his way out of the room he had briefly shared with John and down to the main foyer. A stone-faced driver collected the bag and ushered him out to a car without a word. As he stepped inside he looked back at the place he briefly called home one last time, then scooted inside to await his solitary journey. 

He didn't even see me off. Dunk thought as the car drove away. He didn't look back. He didn't cry. He simply sat in reserved silence for the hours-long journey ahead. 

The cityscape gave way to sparse trees and eventually to a dense forest. He half heartedly wondered if the driver was taking him to a mansion or to his death. Both were honestly possibilities when it came to the way John's mind worked. So when he pulled up to the sprawling mansion nestled deep in the forest he didn't know what to expect. What he didn't expect was a warm welcome that was for sure. The driver stopped the car and proceeded to open the door for Dunk, depositing his bag on the ground next to him and leaving without uttering a single word. Strong silent type.

“Oh good heavens just look at you!” A short older lady with red cheeks and a plump frame bustled down the stairs to greet Dunk and at first he was startled by her demeanor. She rushed to him and grabbed his bag before wrapping an arm around his and ushering him inside. 

“The young Master said we were getting a temporary helper in today but we were not expecting you so soon. But then again the letter was pretty vague and we only guesstimated your time of arrival. I figured afternoon or evening because I reckoned you would at least have breakfast first or perhaps a late start. Not saying you are a lazy person mind you it's just natural for the upper echelon types to wake up a bit later and all that. Oh but where are my manners? I am Lucie, the head maid at this estate. You can ask me about just about anything, be it about the estate or the people in it, I know everything. Now as I was told you are here to learn about general duties of servants and such as that. Being a noble you probably haven't had much need to learn things so it's going to be a huge adjustment for you. But you can handle it can't you? Ah sure you can. You look like an outstanding young lad. Lets see, this room here will be yours while you're here with us. You can put your bag in there for now and unpack later. Do you have anything else coming later or is that bag all you brought? Doesn't matter if anything else comes, we will just put it in your room for you. Now, the young Master is out right now on business so it's a bit quieter than usual but you will see that the days here are pretty quiet, relaxed and routine. Do you have any questions? You have been awfully quiet this whole time. Don't be afraid to speak up, okay?” Dunk felt his head spinning at the quickness of her speech that was matched only by her quick pace. He had millions of questions but when did he have time to ask them? She had talked so long without taking a breath that even he felt exhausted by it. 

“I am sorry miss.” 

“Nope, call me Lucie or Auntie. I won't accept anything else.” She corrected me. 

“Ah, right Miss Lucie… forgive my ignorance but I am not exactly sure what all you were told. I was not given any real direction before being pushed off here so I am at your guidance. I don't know what I am supposed to do.” Dunk explained, feeling so out of his element standing in front of another doorway. 

“Oh sweet child. Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing. Just stick with me and I will find something for you. Now, are you hungry my dear?” A small rumble from Dunk's stomach answered before he could and she chuckled loudly, patting his back gently and pushing him through the door into the kitchen. The calm demeanor she gave off made Dunk feel a bit more at ease. Maybe being here wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought as they entered into a sprawling kitchen that looked big enough to fit an entire banquet fit for a king.