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.

funny?" He's frowning as he poses that question. A few drops of tears leak down out of my eyes as I stare at him, still dying

my mouth, but the next magma of laughter boiling in

air in irritation. "Thank you for being so helpful." I rush over to him and hold his hand

nerves

even say that

white cloak around the kitchen as she cooks. I purse my lips tight and look up at the

an idiot. A very big

at him and breathe out shakily. "And I'm sorry. About the girl,

as it's not

she still

"Yes."

is alarmed. "You found some random girl cooking in

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

has this bad girl vibe going

back to face him and point my index finger at him while wearing a serious look. "And you better not be lying!" I

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