Chapter Seven

[Nivera’s POV]

“Find that slave girl and bring her immediately to me, or you’d pay with your life,” I heard Alpha Tyler scream at the warriors just before I opened the door to the throne room and stepped in.

As soon as the door was opened, everyone present in the room looked up to see who it was, and the shock boldly written on their faces told me that a lot of time had passed by and I was in for a lot of trouble.

“There she is,” one of the warriors said, pointing at me.

“We can see that, Jerry. Neither of us here is blind. The question is, where was she all this time?” Alpha Tyler asked, stepping down from his throne as a maid dabbed the sweat that had trickled down his forehead with a napkin.

The eight warriors who had assembled before him parted in two halves and he walked through them and came to me, staring at me as though he had just seen a ghost.

“Where have you been?” he asked, gazing deep into my eyes with his brown eyes.

I couldn’t look away from him as much as I wanted to.