One week later
“Get the f**k up, animals; there is work in the kitchen!” the cook said and spit from her mouth, landed on my face. I dragged myself to a sitting position. Wiped my face and sighed.
I was getting used to being tired like this. Since I had been sold to this pack, all I have been treated with is filth. My buyer was a palace guard who was so greedy. He made passes at me, but when I refused, he made sure I was not only working in the kitchen but was the personal maid to the Alpha’s daughter.
The pack, which I was bought into, lived in a cave in the mountain. No wonder I had never heard of them.
“Daphne!” I hurried out of bed and ran to the kitchen. Daphne. That was the name the hideous-looking kidnapper of mine could come up with, but I was grateful my true identity was not
