Chapter 9

Olivia

The guilt trip of being caught by the demon-werewolf had sunken in enough that I was not aware of myself, most of all, the realization of whom I was mated to. I just know that I was washing dishes but far gone in thought.

“Saviors, Olivia! You put the clean dish in the trash barrel,” Joanne exclaimed.

I breathed a sigh and bounced back to reality.

“Are you exhausted? You look worn-out, don't you think you need a rest?” Joanne bombarded me with her sympathetic questions.

“It's alright, Joanne. I'm just exhausted following last night's event.” I said or I lied.

Joanne blushed, she knew that I had slept with the king and as one of the few slaves that got the opportunity to be held by the king, she definitely was accustomed to the pleasant feeling.

However, mine was bittersweet. At some point I enjoyed myself, and then it kicked in that I had sex with my father's killer.

“The king loves girls who are wild in bed, he tastes for ladies who surface his inner demons.”

“Hmm, I see.” I