Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Maids and Butlers

There's a knock on their bedroom door as the platinum blond alpha was putting on a plain white T-shirt.

"Come in!" Liam shouted as he pulled his shirt over his head.

As expected, Arkham opened the door, revealing the butler himself being followed by a maid who was pushing a cart full of goodies. Half an hour ago, the platinum blond alpha woke up to his phone vibrating in his pocket. His older sister had taken it upon herself to wake him up. The phone ringing also woke Mar, who was still laying on his chest. Evidence of someone coming into their room was made clear when Liam opened the door and it was unlocked.

And there he was, Arkham the butler. After sending the new butler off to get them breakfast, Liam used the shower while his companion was texting Blue. Liam hasn't asked the black haired alpha about the little omega yet...

The maid gave the taller alpha a polite smile as she wheeled the cart inside. The name tag on her white blouse said "Rowan", and her apron was a little crooked, but it's not his job to point it out. Rowan is one of the several maids that arrived a few years ago. She's lucky enough to never meet Rex nor deal with the Devins' bullshit, until today. Unlike butlers, maids aren't assigned specifically to a room, but they must be available when a butler comes to fetch them for a task such as this one where Arkham went to the kitchen and got them breakfast.

Arkham picked up the bowl of sweets from last night and put it on the lowest shelf of the cart. Before the new butler could reach for Mar's laptop, Liam grabbed it into a hug. Bright green eyes looked at the taller alpha, and Liam just shrugged.

"Er..." The platinum blond alpha smiled sheepishly at the butler. "There are things we want to keep private. Plus, Mar doesn't like other people touching his stuff."

"You and Young Master Mar count as the same entity." Rowan giggled as she put down a plate of pancakes on the coffee table. "I wish I still have the friendship that you two have."

Friendship. Yes, amazing friendship.

"Sorry to hear that." Liam smiled back at her as he sat down on the couch, his companion's precious laptop was still being held tightly in his arms. "What happened to your friend?"

"She died in an accident." The maid's voice was soft, but clearly she was saddened. "Sometimes things happen, that's alright, that's okay. You just have to move on."

Despite her story and her eyes holding back tears, her lips were still smiling as her gloved hands gently placed a teapot in between two plates of pancakes. The last item on the cart was a bowl of berries, and she placed it right behind the teapot.

"Thank you, Rowan." Liam's fingers immediately reached for a blueberry, and he wasted no time throwing it into his mouth. "I'll tell Mar you said hi."

"You're welcome, Young Master Liam." The maid sighed in contentment before she began pushing the cart out of the room.

The platinum blond alpha looked at the maid as she left, and Arkham stood by the door. For some reason, the longer a maid stays in service at the mansion, the more their attitude grows into an older woman. Welp, Rowan is twenty five at most, but when Liam was talking to her, he felt like he's talking to a mini version of Ms. Lin. Ms. Carol, the head maid, is probably busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Mr. Aster right now, but the point is she taught her "daughters" well.

On the other end of the spectrum, every butler in service in the White Pearl Mansion swore to never become Petrov.

Arkham was still standing at the door waiting for his dismissal. He really is new, though he seemed a little suspicious.

Liam was taking another blueberry from the berry bowl when the bathroom door slammed open. His companion was showing off lightly tanned skin and his perfect abdomen. Water was dripping down from his head of messy black hair, down to his neck and collar bone, and down his chest and abdomen until they reached their destination in the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist.

The morning sunlight only worked to enchant his looks, and fuck...

"Good morning, Arkham!" Mar waved at the butler before he walked to his bed where Liam had laid out his clothes.

"Rowan was here a minute ago." The platinum blond alpha threw a strawberry at his best friend.

The black haired alpha caught the berry within his hand, and he quickly shoved it into his plush lips.

"She said hi." Liam grinned as Mar threw on his T-shirt before reaching for his sweatpants.

See, there's a difference in their behavior. Liam wears pants before he puts on a shirt while Mar puts on a shirt first before he puts on his pants. There are some things that they agree to do religiously, such as putting on both socks before putting on shoes. They subscribe to the idea of going sock, sock, shoe, shoe, and not sock, shoe, sock, shoe.

The alpha has absolutely no idea why they agreed on that, but anything else just feels wrong, just like the idea of one using the toilet and not washing one's hands afterwards.

"Awe, I should've said hi to her." Mar dropped himself on the couch next to his companion, and the platinum blond alpha placed his best friend's laptop in between them. A few drops of water made their way on to Liam's face, but he didn't mind as he began slicing his pancakes. "We can go hiking today."

"Only in the mansion's territory." Liam said before he put a large chunk of pancake into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, unless we climb the fence." The black haired alpha chuckled; his slender fingers reached for some berries to throw on his pancake.

"Am I required to come with you?" Arkham's voice reminded the two alphas that the butler is still in their room. "It is stated in the rules that I must always be nearby."

Liam didn't want to reply with his mouthful, so the black haired alpha spoke for him.

"You don't have to come if you don't wanna." Mar looked at the butler with a half smile. "Just like you don't have to follow every rule in the rule book. We'll be fine on our own. If you don't wanna look like you're slacking off, just wait at the start of the trail. Be warned though, we usually go all the way back to the end and walk back to where we started, so it might take an hour or more."

"I see." The butler nodded.

Once Liam shallowed his breakfast, his blue eyes glared at the new butler. Green eyes were striking, and they're definitely judging the pair of younger alphas.

"By the way, Arkham..." The platinum blond alpha mumbled out. "Go get yourself something to eat while you're waiting for us."

"Yes..." With that said, the butler finally moved out of their room, keeping his word of locking the door before he left.

Does Arkham know something they don't?