Episode 89

Alpha Whadh's POV

So it went on. A werewolf that was more than lucky to gain my sympathy. Something that I rarely give out. Or show anyone. On this day that was going on smoothly, my dinner was served. One of my most favorites. Which was sandwich with special filings in it. As it was one of my favorites, they thought it could do anything.

"Who made that?" I asked the servant pushing the cart toward my bed.

The servant then replied innocently, "I did, Alpha Whadh. The cook was out to get groceries, do I–"

"So you threw a little poison in? Are you foolish or just dumb?"

The cart rattled as the servant's hands clutching it, shook. She glanced at me then dropped her gaze.

"If you could smell that, except you have a defect there, then why do fuck do you think you could come in here with it and make me take it?"

"I love you, Alpha. You don't see me or–or let me on your bed. I thought–"

"You thought going to the doctor would help? You want to hr in my bed…as weak as you are?"

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