Rylee
“No. What’s wrong?” Meg asks.
I bite my lip. “I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name.”
Meg rushes into the bathroom to check. She looks into every nook and cranny, then turns to me. “There's no one here. Could you be hallucinating?”
Hallucinating? Maybe. My nerves are on high alert lately.
She walks over, observing me closely. “Could it be you’re nervous about having dinner with Alpha? Don’t worry, he seems scary sometimes, but he’s very nice.”
I doubt it. Do nice guys get lots of sex slaves and throw them away after they fuck? I’m reminded that during my visit to the Mansion yesterday, I didn’t see any coquettish women. Everyone was in uniform and well-organized. None looked like sex slaves.
So where are these rumored sex slave?
I can’t help but ask, “Meg, you know how they talk about Alpha Alvar’s sex slaves. And I’m concerned. Do you know where they are now?”
Is it true, as the rumor goes, that he killed them all?
I wince. This is what I’m going to end up with.
“What kin
