Kieran’s POV
I stormed into the kitchen. The staff scattered like roaches when I entered, but I didn’t care about them. My eyes locked onto the new head cook, who was standing at the counter kneading dough for tomorrow’s bread.
“You,” I said.
She looked up at me. “Alpha Kieran. Can I help you with something?”
“Did Charlotte come to you earlier today?”
The cook’s lip curled. “The Omega? Yes, she bothered me while I was working.”
“She’s not an Omega. She’s the Luna.” I crossed the room in three strides, stopping just short of the counter. “And she told you about her allergy to cayenne pepper.”
The cook shrugged. “She mentioned something about that, yes.”
“And you ignored her request.”
“I have an entire household to feed, Alpha. I don’t have time to cater to every little complaint fr
