*LISA* I woke up before five o'clock. Thanks to Beta Damien, I felt relaxed and energized. Fortunately, Claire or Alpha Conan didn't rudely disrupt my sleep out of pure evil. I used polythene to wrap my bandaged leg to keep it dry while I was taking a shower because I might not have the good fortune to visit the doctor again. Joanna was correct, but her counsel was unsolicited. Unexpectedly, five o'clock arrived sooner. I waited for Joanna to arrive while standing at the gate in my shower robe. When she saw me at the gate, she was taken aback. I smiled. "I'll assume you got a good night's sleep." She unlocked the door, let me out, and then locked it again. "There is no time for frivolities, so hurry up and get into the shower.” She is too cocky, and my smile froze. Now, pleasantries are frivolities? Whatever she may think of herself, she must get off her high horse immediately or I will do her the favour soon. not even a hello or how's your head or knee? It's hardly unreasonabl

*LISA* Is this how he always keeps his room tidy? Or was it simply another day like that? *_It is not your concern._* My wolf exploded. Was he reading the book on his table before I interrupted him? He became more seductive and extra as a result. Books have been my constant friend with Ariella for a very long time. Since inanimate items cannot reject me or talk down on me, they have become one of my love languages. *_Lisa, put down the hamper and leave._* My wolf quarrelled. Never once have I had a need to argue with my wolf. Since we are both weaklings, we needed each other above all else. What baffles me is her recent fixation with a man who forced me to endure the unfathomable. *_He remains your partner._* *_You own it, not me. Only if you leave this body and mate with him will you be able to have him._* I turned to see Beta Damien sitting on the chair next to the small library. "I hope I'm not bothering you.” “In no way. You've already done enough with organizing

*DAMIEN* It was clearly not her appearance, aura, or anything else I could put my finger on, but there was something about her that drew me in. She appeared happy one minute and scared the next, as though she needed my permission just to breathe. Although there didn't seem to be many childhood memories to treasure as an omega, hers would be at the top of the list of dreaded. She is not my Luna, but when I ran into her in the kitchen, bleeding and hurt, I felt compelled to take care of her and, in contrast to my introverted character, to take her into my arms and shield her from everyone and everything. I was unsure of myself and my thoughts as I lay on my bed. I organized my books all night and intended to take a nap the next day. However, I lay there with wide eyes, thinking of an omega girl. I stood up and put on clothes. Maybe I needed to meet with her and find out what she was doing this morning before I could finally put my lustful spirit to rest. I went to the kitchen be

*DAMIEN* Claire and Lisa’s incident spread like the Harmattan's wildfire. Everyone was asking questions as a result of the controversy it caused. I was so enraged and disappointed that I could have snapped Claire's head off her feeble frame. I was aware that being a servant could become intolerable, especially under an uncaring master. However, that was unquestionably evil—the type you can't justify—and it caused you to despise everyone and everything. It all made sense: Lisa's persistent fear, perpetual vulnerability, and timid demeanour. She was experiencing the unimaginable, and if her upbringing was anything like this, she definitely needed someone to lean on. I put on my flip-flop, a faded baggy top, and ripped jeans before going to the kitchen. I still wanted to make her something simple yet pleasant. After the crazy yesterday, she was granted the day off. I was hardly ever in the kitchen, so cooking wasn't one of my strengths. I may be completely inexperienced, but I'v

DAMIEN When I last saw Lisa, she was ill, and I had to leave right away to oversee politics, issues, and everything else that was tedious about the throne. Lisa was the focus of my thoughts the entire time I was away, and I never once stopped wondering about her—what she may be doing, whether she was sobbing, what she was wearing. I scoffed... This was madness. After returning home and quickly getting dressed, I went straight to her building, where my carnal cravings brazenly surfaced. She wasn't there, and her jailer wasn't either. She wasn't also in the laundry room when I found Joanna next to the kitchen door, I knew she was in there. I walked toward the kitchen as if I were promised candy and hoped she would make my favourite dish once more. The last meal I had was the finest chili sauce I've had in a long time, and I ate it like I was starving. "Good day, Beta Damien." Joanna smiled. She opened the door, moved aside to let me enter, then shut it again. Today is different