Chapter 117 Book 2 The Cursed Alpha's Mate

• “Hey, wench! Clean this up and fetch me a glass of water!” Bethel the former alpha and premium asshole yelled, pushing his plate away while glaring at me. I walked over to him and filled his glass with water. Lucien followed my movement with smoldering eyes and a sharp glare at Bethel but I paid him no mind.
• If these people knew that I was the prince’s mate, would they treat me differently? Or would they not care seeing as the prince himself didn’t seem to care? Or perhaps they would want to hurt me for breaking his curse?
• “We need to talk.” Lucien pulled me to a corner as soon as I stepped out of the kitchen. I looked around, expecting to see one of the men from the Alpha Pack walking about but I saw nobody. I felt like a fugitive or an adulterous woman, in fact. I didn’t want Lucien to be anywhere close to me.