Michael’s Betrayal

Sera kept staring at him in horror. This was the last person she Ever wanted to meet like this.

It was Michael —- on his way to the king's room.

Michael looked equally shocked to see her.

“Wha—?” He started to ask but stopped as he took in her appearance.

Her lips were full and pink from Alistair’s intense kisses, her hair was messy from her thrashing, her flimsy gown was ripped at the top, barely containing her breasts.

And she couldn’t stop her eyes from flickering nervously between Michael and Alistair's room, it didn’t take long before she could see the thoughts racing through Michael's mind.

Suddenly, Michael's confused expression transformed into the definition of fury.

"I see.....

So, this is where you've been, huh? Sneaking into the king's room like a shameless slut while refusing to even see me?

If you didn’t want to be friends with me, you should have just told me instead of hiding to sleep with the enemy. I didn’t know you could be such a bitch Sera.”

It felt like he had