Ella was still seething with fury and disbelief after long hours after her confrontation with Sam. Let him think the worst of her, she didn’t care. Well, she did but she would pretend that it didn’t feel like someone had reached out inside her chest and twisted her heart.
She had buried herself in the kitchen, a place where nobody would deign to look for her – she had Cook put up a private spot for her. Cooking helped her manage her stress, but since an Alpha’s daughter was not allowed to slum, she practiced the activity on the sly.
However, there wasn’t time to nurse her bruised ego as there were more important things to care about. Like an impending attack on their King from the conspirators. Had they figured that she’d been eavesdropping and change their plan at the last minute to p
