Fated to the Twin Alphas
When we crossed the threshold into the maid’s quarters, a heavy shove from behind me forced my body to the ground, and I fell hard, slamming my head on the hard marble floor.
A loud ring sounded in my head. I turned immediately. One of the maids stood in front of me, breathless. She was broad-shouldered and muscular, with a long scar running down the side of her left eye. Her head was shaved clean, and her stance was tense, like she was always ready for a fight.
“You b*tch! You get clumsy and the rest of us have to take the fall for you!” She yelled.
I could see she was missing a front tooth when she spoke, and it looked fresh.