Choosing The Alpha King
Xander had a habit of collecting all sorts of sweets, claiming they helped his brain work better.
‘And they were all so lovely and addictive. Once you tried them, you couldn't stop.’
"You relocated here two years ago, solely for my blood, didn't you?" I questioned, eyeing an opportunity to negotiate a better deal. I was also intrigued by how Xander's stash of sweets never seemed to diminish, no matter how much I pilfered. Casually, I pocketed more candies, enough for several nights of indulgence. "I'm valuable to you, right, Xander? My blood's one of a kind. Don't you think that deserves a higher compensation? How about a 20% increase for each bi-monthly donation?"