"On whose orders?” I demanded.
"The Alpha’s. He instructed me this morning that when the Luna returns, I must ensure she is well looked after. He... he seemed so worried about you. That is why I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me; I have no right to impose my opinions on you," she pleaded, her voice thick with desperation.
The Alpha had ordered her to care for me? So that was why she was standing by, prepared with everything I needed? What on earth was Steven playing at? If he hated me this much, then what was all this for? Why this charade? What could he possibly gain by acting like he cared through a maid?
"You may leave now," I said coldly.
She nodded reluctantly. "I'll be right outside if you need anything. Anything, Luna. You just call for me."
It suddenly dawned on me that Sil
