Sky’s POV
I folded my apron neatly on the kitchen counter and washed my hands again, even though I had already done that twice. My palms were already dry from the soap, but it gave me something to do while I tried to stop my thoughts from running wild. It was another Saturday morning in the Alpha’s mansion, but lately, mornings here felt heavier than they used to.
“Sky, please go take the bread out of the oven,” my mother called from where she was peeling potatoes by the sink. “And don’t forget to set aside the small loaf for the servants’ table.”
“Yes, Mom,” I said quietly.
The smell of fresh bread filled the kitchen. I took a towel and pulled out the trays, setting them on the cooling rack. My father’s voice came from the back door, calm and steady as always.
“They are bringing in t
