ISOLDE
I had my suspicions Drogo would ditch me and attend the charity event on his own. I knew the moment his temper flared after I flirted with his business partner. As infuriating as he is, I would still rather endure his presence than Vera’s stare boring straight through my soul.
Since Drogo left, Vera put me back to work. In the kitchen. The most toxic and chaotic place in the territory.
She made sure I handled most of the workload, pushing me until I was exhausted, panting, my head pounding like it would split open. For the past two days, I have gone to bed feeling like my bones had turned to water.
The kitchen is cruel in its own way. Most of the jeers are aimed at me.
'The Alpha’s w***e, trying so hard to matter, yet still trash.'
'A used cunt. Worthless.'
I had heard worse
