ZAYA’S POV
“The Alpha’s dinner isn’t going to cook itself Zaya, get up and stop lazing around.” A voice snapped from above me.
After Drew left, I curled myself into a ball and lay on my bed facing the wall too afraid to even make a sound. If my breathing got loud in my ears whenever my body jerked from the memory of almost dying, I took deep silent breaths just to make sure I didn’t make too much noise.
I wanted to be as invisible as any person could be.
I could feel the glares the other maids threw at me but what could I say? I was the one who went into a room without permission all because in my delusional mind, I could impress their Alpha. I should have known that nothing I would ever do was ever going to get him to be lenient towards me.
The maids must have heard the picture frame
