Nine

Naomi

“His Highness is requesting for your presence immediately.”

The minute the maid uttered these words to me, I lost my appetite immediately. My wolf whimpered as I took a step out of the door to the direction of Seth’s office.

Oh, moon goddess, what would happen to me once I step into that office? No doubt, Seth would believe anything Brittany tells him. After all, I’m just a slave. But what would be his next line of action? Would he discipline me himself or leave me in the hands of the devil spawn?

I shivered. None of those emotions were desirable in any way because I already annoyed both of them today.

Way to go, Naomi.

The only prayer is that I survive this.

Halting at his mahogany door, I took a deep breath and muttered a quick prayer, then I twisted the door knob.

Brittany, who was seated at the couch in the room, snarled at me immediately. I walked in. Connor stood in front of the desk; his eyes trained on the floor.

My brows furrowed. The expression on his face wasn’t o