Chapter 17 Hideaway

• The sweet and tangy orange fruit helped me recover from Beta Elise. I swallowed each as I popped one in my mouth, each bite sending those hurtful words the Beta said, drifting away with the memories I badly wanted to forget.
• I know my breakfast will not end well. Nevertheless, I’m going to finish my breakfast.
• “Don’t mind her,” the bisexual Beta Caesar grunted beside Geneva. “She’s just bitter that she’s no longer the Alpha King’s bed warmer now that he has found you.”