Alpha Natalie's POV
What jug?
I look at the shaky Sasha after she dropped the news and spaced out. Not one statement from her.
"I'm sorry." She blurted out with her head bent in a bow.
"Sorry?" I scoff.
She can't be sorry. What the fuck am I supposed to do with her lame apology? How could she be so careless?
I'm going mad and I can't blame myself.
She goes mute, unable to answer my question and getting me more angry. And to worsen things, she's shaky like a leaf, like I bathed her in cold icy water.
"Will you speak up!" My voice is cold as I try to not yell at her or draw attention.
Instead, she yelps like a scared cat.
"What did you break?" I squeeze out the desired response from her.
"Your... Jug, Lady Natalie." She stutters.
I scoff, trying to make sense of it.
