RAYNE
The kitchen of the Alpha’s mansion was the only place that didn't feel like a prison cell.
It was huge, all stainless steel and dark marble, smelling of expensive coffee and floor wax, but here, I could pretend.
I could hum a mindless tune, something I used to listen to daily in the human world, and focus on the simple reality of making a sandwich.
I sliced the chicken with methodical precision. I mixed the creamy mayo, watching it coat the meat until it was just right.
I added the pickles, extra for the crunch, and pressed the bread down firmly.
For a few minutes, I wasn't a grieving daughter or a goddamn Silver Luna or a rejected mate. I was just a hungry girl with a chicken and mayo sandwich.
I picked up the plate, a small, genuine smile tugging at my lips as I turned t
