LUCIAN
"Prepare a bowl of saffron venison stew," I said without looking up from the documents spread across my desk.
"Yes, my Alpha," Beta seliene rushed to the kitchen. I leaned back in my chair as my wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin.
Are we going back to to her.
I ignored him.
A few minutes later, footsteps approached. Seliene returned carrying the meal carefully on a polished obsidian serving plate reserved only for Alphas and high-ranking guests. Steam rose from the rich stew, the scent of herbs and roasted meat filling the dining hall.
She lowered it respectfully onto the table.
I looked at it once then frowned. "In a bowl," I said flatly.
Seliene blinked, confusion crossed her face. One eyebrow lifted slightly like she wanted to question me, but years of serving under my command stopped her from speaking.
"Yes, my Alpha."
She quickly picked the plate back up and disappeared again.
