7, STRANGE ATTITUDE

ANDREA’S POV

I held the empty plate in my hand, staring at the scrapes remaining underneath. I was not eating like a queen when I used to be nothing but a slave. The fact that things could change overnight was so shocking, and even though life was not at its best right now, I was filled with gratefulness.

The urge to wake up so early to serve had fled from deep inside me, and I could stay indoors for as long as I could. I sighed in pleasure, placing the bowl beside me. It was at that moment that a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in, please," I said easily.

The maid stepped into the room with a smile on her face. "I didn’t mean to distract you, my lady," she said politely.

I blinked. "You can call me, Andrea," I said quickly.

She shook her head as she clung her fingers together. "I’m sorry, my lady, but the Alpha would have my neck if I make that mistake."

"But, we are in front of him," I argued.

She smiled then, as though she found me quite hilarious. "You see, if I don’t sta