Marta had been ordered to serve Rhea properly, and she knew better than to disobey the Beta, especially after he made it clear the order came from the Alpha himself.
That disgusting girl, she thought darkly. How could the Alpha forgive her after what her parents did? Just because she tells a few fairytales? Goddess favored, my foot.
"Make it quick. And don't make a mess," she said, her voice tight with reluctant authority. Timmy hurriedly lifted the tray, careful not to wobble a single item, and slipped out of the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway.
Marta's sharp eyes landed on Jason, still lingering nervously by the sink, hands idle and tense.
"You," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Follow me. Now."
