THE CONTRACT

I woke up feeling sick, but I found myself in Cabello's mansion, and I knew I had to proceed with caution. Alpha Killian had instructed me to play the role of his housekeeper, which meant I had to compose myself and prepare his early morning coffee. I yawned and stretched before making my way to the door. Despite the lingering nausea, I descended the stairs and headed to the kitchen. The cooks all glanced at me with disdain, but I paid no attention to their judgment.

I went straight to the coffee machine, prepared the coffee according to his preferences, and ascended the stairs to his room. I knocked twice, and his voice commanded me to enter. Slowly, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He glanced at me briefly, then proceeded to ignore my presence.

"Good morning, Alpha Killian," I greeted, offering a small genuflection.

He did not acknowledge my greeting. I stood there, holding the coffee, waiting for him to finish and take it from me. When he finished brushing his hair,