Marissa POV

The moment Gamma Myra pushes me back into the kitchen, the scolding begins.

"Didn't I tell you not to flirt!" The head cook rounds on me with a wooden spoon still clutched in one hand.

I half expect her to hit me with me but she doesn't.

"I see girls like you all the time, and it sickens me. One glimpse at a handsome Alpha and suddenly you're dropping dishes and making eyes at him."

All I can do is stare between her and the floor.

Because what exactly am I supposed to say? That he's my mate?

That I faked my own death to escape becoming his...