11: Clumsy

FEYRE

“Thank you,” my face heats at the compliment and I thank her, for that and the seat she said I should take. I haven’t realized that many people know about me. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only female alpha in the world though, maybe just the most popular because of our pack being healers.

“I’m Gertrude, the cook.” She motions to the stove and I chuckle, settling into one of the bar stools around the counter, again making sure I’m not facing the man at the end of the room.

“Everything smells great,” I tell her and she laughs, the sound airy and free.

Someone clears their throat and grumbles, Alpha Zade gets up abruptly, Gertrude looks at him questionably and he mutters something I don’t make out. He carries his plate that is still half full and makes to dump it in the sink but a loud voice stops him, making him hold the plates suspended in the air.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Gertrude shrieks in horror. The sound reminds me of an old widow, who always knits and yells at kid