37. Draka's POV
I want to beg Rowan not to make me go to Chelsea's house. I'm scared of her, especially her mother, who doesn't seem to think I'm worthy of any respect.
She made me kneel and serve her daughter in front of Rowan, what's she going to do if he is not there?
He sees the fear in my eyes, but he only sighs and gets up.
“Rowan, I don't want to go. Don't I have a say in this?” I ask, almost begging.
“Actually, you don't.” He snorts.
“But I will not be able to go to work. My restaurant is at a young stage.” I whine. “I'm still tryna to bring people in. I can't afford to miss today.”
“Draka, you are the only one who thinks that you can question the alpha. You are going and it's the end of it.”
He walks out of the room and with a heavy settle of dismay in the pit of my
