COOK ME INSTEAD

FIBI'S POV

The kitchen maid was shedding heavy tears when she ran back to me.

“Jill! What happened? What did he do to you?” I inquired. My alarm was evident in my tone.

The girl hiccuped when she tried to talk. She was not calm enough to explain anything. However when I took a closer look at her apron, I saw for myself what my so-called husband did to her. I narrowed my eyes.

“Alpha King Diego did this?” I went ahead to ask, though the question was unnecessary.

Jill nodded, still sobbing. I fought to retain calmness in my body as I collected the dishes she still held. They were empty now, their hot content plastered to her apron. What sort of a person would pour soup that was piping hot on another person, an innocent kitchen maid for that matter?

I had directed Jill on what herbs to use in making soup for Diego, the herbs that would set him on the path of healing. I even baked his bread myself. Then I instructed Jill to take the food to him in his office, where he now spent the large