Writer's POV
There was a sickening silence in the room and it didn't help that the younger Alpha had an evil gleam in his eyes, as he patiently waited for the Alpha King to give his response.
Why was he doing this? Requesting for her like some sort of object.
There were thousands of chefs that he could afford but he had chosen Serena. He didn't have good intentions; she was sure about that and the smirk on his face proved it.
A wave of fear rushed through her and she shivered under the cold air as she could think of better coffee makers than her. Hell, there was even a coffee maker machine!
So why was he trying so hard to get her? There was nothing special about her, not her coffee.
It was another four minutes before the king spoke.
"You do know what slaves are, Declan. Slaves k
