Charmaine's POV
I poured a steaming cup of coffee for a customer, my mind focused on the task at hand. But as I handed the cup over, I caught a snippet of conversation from a nearby table.
"I just can't believe one of the Alpha's almost soon-to-be mated is not a coffee seller," a woman sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.
The person she was with, a tall, slender man, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I heard she was rejected," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.
The woman nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. "So true," she said. "I mean, who wants a mate who can't even make a decent cup of coffee?"
I felt a surge of annoyance, but I pushed it aside, focusing on my work. I didn't know what they were talking about, and I didn't care.
But then, the conversation took a turn that
