Lelia – POV
“It takes a lot to piss off the Alpha like that,” an older woman with warm brown eyes and a dusky complexion leaned over the marble island, breaking through my spiraling thoughts.
I blinked, still distracted by the size of the kitchen—and by Kevin’s parting words about my ‘personal duties.’ Wasn’t that Jessi’s role? Why did it sound like something else entirely when he said it?
The kitchen was huge. Industrial-sized. The kind you see in luxury magazines or palace documentaries. Easily the size of my entire childhood home… maybe bigger. Gleaming chrome, sharp edges, oversized ranges—nothing about it felt cozy. Just efficient. Controlled.
“You need a big kitchen to feed a big Alpha,” Lia quipped in my mind, her voice sing-song.
“You could have gotten us killed,” I shot back,
