Threats

Amanda’s POV

“Take this to the first room on the second floor,” the head maid instructed as she handed a tray of breakfast to me. Collecting the tray from her, I made my way to the room. Upon reaching it, I knocked on the door, and a male voice ordered me in. I knew the voice wasn’t that of Alpha Edward or Beta Matthew, so I wondered who it was, as they were the only males in the mansion apart from the guards. Curious to see who was in the room, I opened the door, entered, and when I closed the door and turned, I was dumbfounded to see him seated on the couch, a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Instantly, I felt uneasy, and to make matters worse, he had a victorious grin on his face, like a predator who had gotten hold of his prey. “Will you just stand there? Come forward,” he urged, and with trembling steps, I approached him.

When I reached the table, I placed the tray of food and wished I could leave, but I knew he would have to be the one to ask me to go.

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