"Why does it have to be you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Kayla’s eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a mocking smile. "Because the Alpha specifically ordered it," she said, her tone laced with irritation. "Do you think I enjoy this? Bathing someone like you?" She gave me a pointed look, her expression practically daring me to challenge her. "I was just as surprised as you are. The Alpha made it clear—only I was to bathe you this morning. You must be feeling pretty special, huh? Used to having a whole team of maids at your beck and call. Well, not today."
She took a step back, crossing her arms as she waited for me to undress. Her eyes never left mine, a defiant gleam in them.
What was Alpha Evon trying to accomplish with this? First, he summoned me for breakfast, and now
