I froze, and my heart was racing so fast.
"Alpha Xaden, good morning.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He barked at me.
His handsome face was rageful, and I could see his onyx eyes glowing.
I swallowed hard.
"I was just trying to cook," I said genuinely, even though I was scared to death.
"Cool?!" He said he was confused.
And then he looked behind me and saw the meal I had made.
It was like he hadn't even noticed that.
His anger cooled to a tempo; then it went back to us.
"You're trying to kill me and my men?" He asked me. "Are you trying to kill me and my men?!"
"No," I answered truthfully. "I just heard the men complaining about food last night. So I came out to cook."
He didn't believe a word of what I had just said.
His entire facial expression said it.
"A spoilt brat cooking?" He asked me. "I don't believe a word of what you're saying!"
Then he kicked one of the two cans of gravy, which toppled over and spilled its contents.
