Lisa's POV
I stomped into the kitchen like a woman on a mission to knead her frustrations into submission. Calla trailed behind me, wisely choosing to stay silent for now. My fingers were twitching with anger, and my head was spinning with the aftermath of what just happened in the garden with Alpha Enzo.
Who did he think he was?
Okay, dumb question. He was the Alpha. That didn’t mean he had to be such a sanctimonious, emotionless statue of superiority.
The moment I stepped into the bustling kitchen, all activity seemed to pause for the briefest second as everyone turned to look at me. I must have looked like I was about to start a food fight or scream bloody murder. Or both.
“Lisa?” one of the girls asked carefully, her hands frozen mid-chop with a knife hovering above a carrot.
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