Another Chance for the Luna Queen
A short, middle-aged woman opened the door for us and immediately stepped aside, bowing reverently.
“Welcome home, Alpha Black,” she said politely.
“There’s no need to be so formal, Hazel,” Alexander replied kindly, a hint of fondness in his tone. He turned to me with a smile. “Ella, this is Hazel. She’s the head maid, though really, she runs the household and has for quite some time.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Hazel,” I said, returning her polite smile. “I’m Ella—”
“Ella Rowanwood,” she interrupted, her tone warming with excitement. “The pleasure is mine! I was beginning to wonder when we might have the honor of your presence.”