At the end of every single day I served the Alpha, there was always a wave of series of emotions. Some days, I fell deeper in love with him. On other days, I felt like poisoning him in his sleep.
Like when we almost kissed. Anytime I thought about it, butterflies would form in my belle, but each time the reality of his ruthlessness stormed into my head, I would remember to force myself to hate him.
I held that mentality at the back of my head, keeping a stern look on my face, clutching the tray tightly in my hand as I walked to serve the Alpha and his supposed guest.
On getting there, I kept my head down, setting the tray on the table before them, and turned to leave.
“Anne?" His guest called out in a confused tone.
Swiftly, I turned to see why he called me and how on earth he knew my
