CHAPTER 43: SHE IS NOT A SLAVE

The man didn't care how I felt about this.

All the shocks and surprises I went through, didn't matter to him as we turned to the other side of the huge packhouse.

He told me to carry all my belongings but I had none.

Since I returned to this pack, I had never changed my clothes.

I only wash my underwear during the night and in the morning, I would wear it.

It had been my habit.

I still had the same clothes I came here with from the human world. Nobody cared about that.

Maybe I was his slave after all, so it didn't matter what I wore.

“A-Alpha Ansel!” I called but my voice was betraying me. I was shaking when the words came out of my mouth.

“Hmm.’ He hummed as he slowed down his pace.

“W-why suddenly you want me to serve him?” I continued.

By now, my head was already dropped on the floor.

The man had already turned to me and the way my heart was beating I could guess he was gawking at my face.

Stepping closer to me, I stepped back.

“I don't know what you did to me but I don't think