ALPHA KAYDEN
Something had changed in the days following Bella’s death.
And it was beginning to piss me off.
Every meal I’d sat down to eat had been late.
Every single one.
At first, I’d dismissed it as incompetence.
Then it happened again.
And again.
By the end of the week, I was beginning to wonder whether the kitchen staff had collectively decided to test my patience.
There had been several occasions when I’d been tempted to storm into the kitchen myself and remind the girls exactly who they worked for.
I hadn’t.
Not yet.
Instead, I’d watched.
I’d listened.
And I’d drawn my own conclusions.
The problem wasn’t the food.
It wasn’t even the kitchen staff.
The problem was Zelda.
She had lost control.
The girls no longer respected her authority.
And if Zelda couldn’t cont
