Morning came too soon.
I barely slept, my mind replaying every second of the night before, dissecting every glance, every breath, every flicker of restraint in Zain's golden eyes.
But when Isla appeared at my door, looking unimpressed as ever, I pushed down every thought and followed her to the kitchens.
The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, but my stomach remained unsettled.
The other kitchen staff barely acknowledged me as I took the tray and balanced it carefully. My hands weren't shaking anymore.
I wouldn't let them.
"You remember your orders?" Isla asked as she walked beside me toward the dining hall.
I shot her a look. "Serve the Alpha, don't do anything stupid."
She smirked. "Try not to make him rip your throat out before breakfast."
I didn't reply.
The doors loomed ahead, heavier than they should have been, but I ignored the way my pulse quickened as Isla pushed them open, stepping aside so I could enter first.
I swallowed hard.
