Chapter 84

VESTA'S POV

The aroma of simmering spices filled the air as I bustled about the kitchen, preparing dishes for the alpha's get-together dinner. It was an opportunity to showcase my culinary skills and, more importantly, to bond with the other women of the pack. I had volunteered to help with the cooking, eager to make new friends and forge stronger connections within the community.

In the bustling kitchen of the pack house, pots clanged and sizzles filled the air as I worked alongside the other women, preparing dishes for the alpha's dinner. Despite the flurry of activity, an underlying tension simmered beneath the surface, palpable and thick.

I chopped vegetables with practiced precision, my focus intent on the task at hand. But despite my efforts to keep a cheerful demeanor, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into my back, a sensation that sent a shiver down my spine.

Glancing up, I caught the icy glare of one of the women across the room. Her expression was sour, lips pursed