At Raul’s Party IV

Olivera knew that she was not supposed to call Raul’s name without adding the prefix of alpha or king.

She knew that meant disrespect, but she also knew that it might be the only way to get herself free from his clutches; disrespect him so bad, that he will have no choice but to send her away to save his face, and dignity in front of the other kings in the hall.

She felt Jeremy pinch her, and knew that her best friend was dazed as the people in the hall. No one called Raul by his name, except those that were close to him. Other kings and alphas couldn’t even call him without his prefix. Why would a mere servant do that?

“…And if you don’t send me away with Jeremy, I will tell the pack that we are mates. You don’t want to be associated with that sort of scandal right?”

She passed this message through the path which somehow she knew would be open between her and Raul as mates they were.

She hadn’t been sure at first, but she had decided to try. The blanching of his face told her w