The Maid Is Alpha Heiress
Pulling the curtains apart, I let the warm sunlight spill into the room, hoping it would clear my head.
But the peace of the morning was shattered by that relentless scrubbing sound. Who the hell was making such a racket at this hour? I could feel my annoyance growing with every step I took toward the noise. My muscles tensed, ready to confront whoever dared to disturb my rest.
I followed the sound down the hallway and pushed open the bathroom door. And then I stopped short, the words dying on my tongue.
Sibel.
There she was, kneeling beside the toilet with a brush in hand, scrubbing the porcelain with a fierce determination. I stared, dumbfounded. Sibel, our alpha, reduced to cleaning toile
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