Amanda's POVIt's been three days since I was assigned as a domestic maid in the mansion. During these three days, I've been shown around the mansion and given my duties, but I've never seen Alpha Edward. Not that I care about it; it just feels odd not to see him.I share a room with two other domestic maids, Cara and Lina. Cara is human, while Lina is a werewolf. My roommates are kind and friendly to me, unlike other servants who mockingly call me Alpha Edward's sex slave. Not that I even care.As I chop the carrots, my thoughts drift to Alpha Edward. I couldn't understand why he would release me from the cell and assign me as a maid. Was he genuinely bothered that I would kill myself? Was my life that important to him?“What are you thinking?” The head maid's voice interrupts my thoughts.“Nothing,” I respond and return to chopping the carrots.Life as a maid is much better than being in that cold, dark cell. At least now I take a good bath, and I eat good meals. For the past three

Amanda's POV“Please don’t leave me, mother!” I cried out to my mother, who had her back turned against me. Ignoring my pleas, she continued walking away. I tried to go after her but realized my feet were stuck to the ground. “Mother!” I yelled bitterly, but she paid no heed to my cries and continued walking until she disappeared. “Please, mother, don’t leave me here!” I cried out and fell to the ground.Opening my eyes, I realized it was another of the usual dreams that I had been having for the past three days. The dream kept repeating itself, and I was already getting used to it. With a sigh, I sat on my bed, looked at the wall clock, and realized it was 2 a.m. Clara and Lina were still fast asleep, unaware I had woken up.I felt something on my cheek, and when I touched my face, I realized there were tears. While crying in my dreams, I also ended up crying in reality. Inhaling deeply, I decided to leave the room and get some fresh air, at least to clear my head. Making sure not t

Alpha Edward’s POVJealousy was the first thing I felt when I walked on them in each other’s arms. As if caught in the act, Amanda pulled from Matthew's arms and got up. Unable to hold my gaze, she buried her eyes on the floor while I gritted my teeth and glared at her.“You are here? Do you need me to do anything for you?" Matthew asked, acting nonchalantly as if me walking in on them in each other’s arms was nothing. Clenching my jaw, I looked his way and noticed he was even shirtless and had just a short on. The sight of that flared me up, but I had to control myself.“Go to my chambers and be on your knees.” I directed those words to Amanda, who didn’t hesitate and dashed out of the room.Returning my gaze to Matthew, I glared at him, but he had a blank and calm look.“Is not what you think.” Matthew tried defending his actions, but that angered me even more. “What do you take me for? A fool, do I look dumb and blind to you, huh?” I spat with anger.“Calm down…”“Don’t tell me to

Alpha Edward’s POVPain was what I felt hearing those hurtful words from her. I wanted to scream, yell, or do something to her, but I found myself numb, unable to believe what I had just heard. I wanted to urge her to tell me that all she was saying was a lie, maybe she just wanted me to get angry, but the look on her face showed that she wasn’t joking about it. Unable to withstand her presence, I sent her away, and she dashed out of my room.Slowly, I slumped on my bed while her words buzzed in my head. I could vividly hear her words in my head, the way she said it when she declared her love for him, the way she talked about how he treated her. Everything was sending me insane. With a grunt, I ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t explain why I was feeling so restless because of her confession. I mean, this was a lady I should hate. I was supposed to torment her and inflict pain on her, but I don’t get why I have softened this much. Why was her confession having this effect on me? W

Alpha Edward's POVMy entire being went numb at Matthew's declaration. My mind raced, my heart pounding in my chest. The words echoed in my ears, reverberating through my thoughts like a thunderclap. Amanda, my slave, the one who had killed my mate and I have brutally tortured, was Matthew's mate? That can't be true!“You are lying, Matthew; she is not your mate; she can't be your mate!” I spoke with disbelief. There was no way he would trick me into believing such lies.“Yes, she is my mate,” Matthew declared, his gaze not wavering from mine. “I knew she was my mate the very first day I saw her, but I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t accept it. How can I tell everyone that my mate is a murderer? How can I look you in the face and tell you that the lady who killed your mate and brought you so much pain was my mate? I was too ashamed and heartbroken to say it to anyone, so I decided to keep it to myself and reject our bond. I even wanted you to kill her, so that was why, at first, I was urg