Kevin Ross POV
"How is she doing?" I asked, going through the files I needed to review with a splitting headache.
Not because of the files; I'm used to them.
It's because of my feral mate, Khalia. She's certainly earned a PhD in how to disturb someone's peace, and that's exactly what's happening with me.
"She's throwing tantrums, Beta Kevin. She still hasn't had her meal. I don't know what we should do," the maid replied, sighing, looking as irritated as I felt.
"You shouldn't do anything. I will see what I should do with her." I closed the file and pushed my chair back.
Standing up, I walked toward the guest room in my house.
Technically, she's my mate, not a guest, but I pardon the distinction because she's making sure she doesn't miss a chance to stab me, or else she would be doi
