Nashia

Karica's POV

Throwing on the maid's uniform I reeled in all the emotions which were threatening to break loose. A dam of tears was about to crumble and collapse behind my orbs.

No.

I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't grant him the satisfaction of seeing my broken because he chose to humiliate me. Keeping my head high, I departed from the room. They had left the door unlocked. Passing along the passage I reached the stairs and began descending them.

Reaching the bottom I arrived at the dining hall, which was situated right along the kitchen. A long wooden dining table with about ten chairs around it had been perched in the centre. Seemed like they had their meals together.

Four people were currently occupying it while Tacy stood at the side with her hands clasped in front, her hair was tightly held in a neat bun behind her head, not a hair out of place.

My eyes wandered from her to the people who sat at the table. Of course, the big bad alpha was seated at the head of the table position. A s