An Alpha's Protective Roar

My entire body was in pain. I'd been on my feet for hours, cleaning, scrubbing, and serving the Bennetts without a break or a single bite of food. My hands were raw from harsh cleaning chemicals, and my empty stomach twisted with hunger pangs that I tried desperately to ignore.

Fiona had saved the dining hall for last—on purpose, I was sure. It was nearly midnight, and I was alone, collecting dirty dishes from the elaborate dinner party they'd hosted earlier.

"You missed a spot," Fiona's voice cut through the silence, making me jump. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with cold satisfaction.

I didn't respond, keeping my eyes down as I continued stacking plates.

"I'm talking to you, servant." She stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

"I'll get to it, Miss Bennett," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice neutral despite the anger and humiliation burning inside me.