“What does Amelia have to do with this? Can you please not mention her name?” He said, his voice laced with irritation.
I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with what I said unless there’s something I should be worried about?”
After finishing dinner, I went to my room to pack my things. I saw Enzo fussing over a wrapped dress, a gift for Amelia’s birthday.
Seeing him so hands-on with my cousin, as if she were his wife, filled me with a cold rage. He had never put this much effort into anything for me. He only turned to me when he needed something.
“Amanda, you also want a gift?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to my simmering anger.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “No thanks. I don’t need anything.”
“Are you mad at me, Amanda? Are you upset that I didn’t let you have a piece of bread? If that’s the reason, you’re so childish!”
His words infuriated me. He was trivializing the situation, acting as if my hurt didn’t matter. I was tired of being treated like trash.
“I’m not mad, Enzo. I’m just disappointed that you think I’m that low,” I retorted my voice tight with controlled fury.
“Oh really? But you’re being dramatic right now. Can’t you see yourself? You’re acting like a kid!” he lashed out.
My blood boiled. He was acting like he could still control me, like I would always be his obedient wife. But that was over. I was tired of his hypocrisy.
I refused to argue any further. I went to my bed and lay down, my hands clutching my suitcase as if it were a weapon. Enzo, oblivious to my growing anger, was still busy packing his gift for Amelia.
***
The next morning, I woke early. When I left my room, I was amused to see Enzo all dressed up, clearly preparing for something.
“Amanda, it’s Amelia’s birthday. I want you to make her a delicious cake,” Enzo commanded as if it were the most natural thing in the world to order me around.
“Enzo, I’m not a baker. Why would you ask me to bake for her?” I asked incredulously, my voice laced with disbelief.
Enzo grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly tight. “No more questions. Do what I say!”
Amanda's P. O. V
I tried to refuse Alpha Enzo's order, but he forced me, and there was nothing I could do but comply. Now, I find myself in the kitchen, helping the servants prepare food for Amelia's birthday celebration.