Twenty One

LISA

He was gone when I woke up like I was a plague. The bed covering that concealed my nudity was the sole source of dignity he left for me.

A clean shirt and skirt are on the table. Tears threatened to fall and obstructed my vision. I experienced my worst sense of use and stupidity. After all, he was my master.

Despite the fact that no one was looking, I felt humiliated as I gathered the white sheet and climbed out of bed.

The clothes on the table were an identical duplicate of the outfit I was wearing before the sex saga. He appeared to be concealing the horror we had committed.

I was confident that Beta Damien would never treat me in such a manner.

If he were to be embarrassed by my presence, he wouldn't display his affection publicly.

I yearned to be in his arms more than anything since that is where I felt at home.

‘Lisa, you just got out of your mate’s bed; you can't possibly be thinking of leaping into someone else's bed.’

‘Why would it matter? The alpha made me