Chapter 13: The Scuffle

Rosette’s POV

“Rosette!” the gruff voice of my Alpha calls from behind me. I turn to him, my face towards the ground, not wanting to anger him anymore than I already am. “Get me another drink, right now.” I know not to fight him, knowing that he will make my punishment worse now that he sees me with the king. I frown at his demand, fearing what he will do to me once I get him his drink.

“Yes, Alpha,” I squeak, fear gripping my vocal cords. I turn to the king, sadness flowing through me. “Excuse me, Your Majesty.” I bow my head to him, showing him respect, before heading over to the drink table. I look at the drinks on the table, trying to find the same drink that I gave Alpha Powell previously.