A guest.

Leila's POV.

"Leila." The head slave's voice rang out, sharp and commanding as the crack of a whip.

My eyes widened in shock, my heart racing as I looked up to see her master walking down the hallway towards her.

I wondered what she had in store for me this time, I knew about her and Shantel joining hands to hurt me.

What I didn't understand was her aim in this, I could guess Shantel's aim easily.

I felt like she hated the fact that I'm the Alpha's mate, it showed in her words and actions, but the head slave hated me from the first time I came here.

I kept wondering why, and I still couldn't come to an answer.

I watched her come close to me, her face etched with every inch of malice she carried in her heart for me.

"You have one minute to get your stuff packed and bring the basket out for harvest." She said slowly, barely more than a whisper in my ear.

"And no side talk Leila." With that she spun around and walked out of the room without a backwards glance, shutting the door behind he