Amanda
I was led into the kitchen by a maid who handed me a large bowl of meal and a tray.
"Follow me," she instructed, and I dragged my feet behind her while muttering muffled words.
We soon arrived at the dining room, and seated next to the elderly woman was none other than that stranger, who wore a sullen expression as his eyes fell on me and then on the plate in my arms.
"Do you need assistance to put the bowl down?" the maid's pissed voice drew me out of my thoughts, and for a moment I realized I had been standing with my mouth parted.
"Now serve me my meals," Alpha Ricardo instructed sharply, and I gripped the big soup bowl.
One part of my mind whispered those thoughts and pictures we see only in horror movies: just to spank that soup right into his head and push it deep into his damn skull.
"Now you would kneel at my side while you watch me eat," he muttered after I had served him.
"Son, isn't that too much?" his aunt asked.
