Chapter Forty-Nine – Pathetic
That had been her plan earlier, to garner favor from the officials. Jessika smirked. "The Lady's not here. I'd do it. Stay hidden, Princess."
The cook sneaked out of their hiding place, wearing a pitiful expression. "Alpha Stefan, Alpha Stefan, are you alright? What happened to you?"
She stooped low and helped him to her shoulders. Stefan held unto her tightly but felt his legs count stand in their own. Would this cook be able to support him…?
Jessika pulled him up. The movement stunned Stefan, she began rushing into the pack. Was she that strong? His eyes narrowed at her.
He suspected that all his cooks were omega ranked but she could do something he'd expect a normal lycan would do. Was she warrior ranked?
What was a warrior ranked doing in his kitchen? Still, he stopped thinking as he was on the verge of passing out.
