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Dazed

Freya's POV

"Oh, fuck." I quietly cursed as the pile of ceramic plates slipped out of my hold and crashed to the floor.

I knew for sure that Madam Sheila would have my head if she found out about what my clumsiness had caused.

Gazing down at the ceramic shards, I heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Why is this happening to me?" I muttered before crouching to pick up the broken pieces of ceramic lest Ma'am Sheila decided to suddenly drop by.

Thankfully, she was on a trip to her son's or so I heard, so I could say I was safe for the time being.

Plus I was the only one in the kitchen–the other maids were outside doing only what the moon goddess knew.

"Those plates were gifted to the late alpha by a neighboring pack and you had the audacity to break them, you stupid wench." One of the voices that I dreaded to hear at that moment broke into my line of hearing and caused me to freeze for a split second.

I had celebrated my luck too soon.

"They slipped out of my hands, I swear. I don't even know ho
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