Gabriella’s POV

I walked out with him, and we strolled to the kitchen, holding hands. The maids in the kitchen greeted us and asked what they could prepare for him. "I just need all of you to evacuate the kitchen."

"Is there a problem, Alpha? Are we getting fired? We are sorry, Alpha. Please forgive us." They went down on their knees, begging.

"No one is losing their jobs, okay? I just need all of you to leave the kitchen for a few hours."

"Oh, thank you, Alpha." They all left, and he ...