THIRTY NINE

THIRTY-NINE.

It was morning, and the bedroom which belonged to the Delta of the Scarlet Heart Pack was… bloody.

It was the most suitable term to describe the unsightly state of the bedroom. Ranging from the expensively tiled white marble floors that were now covered in blood, to the walls. Singularly, the entire place was a mess.

Numerous maids, despite their unwillingness, were ordered to clean the room by the Head Maid. Surely, their dissents would forever remain irrelevant, so they had to do it unless they were tired of working as a maid here.

Currently, the maids dispersed to the different angles of the bedroom but were so amazingly terrified by the excess blood and remained motionless for a while.

One, in particular, couldn't stop gawking uncomfortably at the bedsheets that were practically drenched in blood. The mattress lay on the floor since the bed wood had seemingly been broken.

Did the Alpha King do this? There was no denying it – his anger the previous night was pretty dan