CHAPTER 12
LEILA’S POV
The next day, as soon as I walked into the kitchen, Cleo appeared with a tray of food, and behind her were some maids carrying similar trays but with different contents. They were going to serve the Alpha as usual. Cleo was glaring at me maliciously, and her lips twisted into a cynical smile as she walked off, and I wondered what she'd do if she found out I'm mated to the Alpha and also have to serve him as well.
I chuckled; she'd probably want to bury herself with shame.
I sighed and moved towards the counter, my gaze meeting Winnie’s, and we exchanged smiles as she sent me a small wave.
“Good morning, Chef.”
“Hmm,” she answered, and I walked to the pots, opening each one to serve myself breakfast.
“Shouldn’t you be serving the Alpha in his suite?” she aske
