All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha's Bride : Chapter 11

ISLAThe last thing I wanted was another confrontation.Unfortunately, Rebecca seemed determined to make my life miserable.I sat alone at the end of a narrow table in the servants' dining room, nursing a bowl of thin soup. My hands still stung from the bleach, and my body ached from days of punishment. By tomorrow, I would finally be free of it.One more day. That was all I had to endure.I lifted my spoon, but before it reached my mouth, the dining room door swung open.Rebecca strode in, her skirts swishing around her ankles. The Matron followed close behind, her lips pressed into a disapproving line.I lowered my spoon.“What have I done now?” I asked before either woman could speak.Rebecca's eyes narrowed. “Listen to her! She hasn't even been accused of anything yet, and she's already being disrespectful.”“Then perhaps you should tell me what this is about,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.She turned to the Matron. “Isla made Syria do her punishment for her. She refused to