Seeking Circe’s Help

JENNA

I pace up and down my room, my face flushed in anger. It's been days since I successfully carried out the first phase of my plan that's supposed to make things better and easier for me to move on to phase two. But it seems every single thing I did, did not only work but also backfired.

That bitch and Andras are much more closer than before because of the miscarriage and it's so bad that even if Fiona was still here in the castle her services would be useless.

They now spend time together openly and it seems like I'm no longer visible in the eyes of Andras. I can't count how many times I've told him to send her out cause she's not strong enough to carry another seed of his and gotten a negative response and reaction too.

The last time I brought up the topic, he'd flared up and demanded that I stop talking about it else he'll use his Alpha command on me. Shocked was an understatement of how I felt. I felt my blood boil in rage for that bitch and her faux body.

'Faux body?' Why the