ASHANTI'S POV.

"Ryan, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" I ask Ryan when I step out of the bathroom after freshening up. He's standing by my door with a perplexed look on his face.

"Did Alpha Reagan say anything about sending servants over?"

"No." My brows crease.

"Did you hire a chef already?"

"Uh... no. Why am I undergoing an interrogation from you at seven am in the morning?" I ask, frowning. He points at the closed door behind him.

"There's a girl cooking in our kitchen downstairs."

"What girl?"

"I do not know, that's why I was asking you those questions. She's not wearing a maid's uniform, neither is she wearing the white cloaks chefs always put on. She has on regular clothes and she's cooking in our kitchen."

My silly attempt to hold in my laughter fails woefully! I throw my head back as the fat laughter bubble in my throat tears out of my lips and my entire frame shakes as my loud voice fills the entire room. Ryan doesn't look amused at all.

of tears leak down out of my eyes as I stare at

sorry, I just..." I try to control the laughter by pressing my lips in a thin line and holding my palms against my mouth, but the next magma of laughter boiling in my chest is stronger than the first

in the air in irritation. "Thank you for being so helpful." I rush over to him and hold his hand so he doesn't walk

I take in three deep breaths to calm my nerves and my shaky

hell did I even say that

dummy! You could have just said chef uniform. You had to crack my ribs by making me imagine a sixty-year old woman dragging a white cloak around the kitchen as she cooks. I purse my lips tight and look up at the ceiling as I try to control and prevent myself from bursting into another fit of laughter

an idiot. A

and breathe out shakily. "And I'm sorry. About

long as it's not

still cooking

"Yes."

Now all the laughter has gone back into my stomach and my entire body is alarmed. "You found some random

poison and force us both to eat it, or worse still hypnotise us into eating the poisoned food. Ryan, I have a lot of enemies in this pack." "Trust me, she's not here to do that. She looks too pretty and hot to be a killer." I fold my arms over my

to be

She's hot! And she has this bad girl vibe going on... I'll take her number before

serious look. "And you better not be lying!" I start marching along the hallway and he follows me, still dishing out compliments about the girl cooking in the kitchen. My anxiety levels peak with each step intake

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