Xevia's POVWe stopped in front of a white mansion with a nude statue in front of it. Interesting. The owner of this house must be an art lover or artist himself. But Archer doesn't look like an artist. He seems more like a model. He had a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, a straight nose, and bright eyes, which were as clear as crystal. His body is well-proportioned. He has an athletic build, and he is 6'1 feet tall. Is there anything else a woman wants? Besides the perfect-looking Archer? If I could choose, of course, I would pick him over Xander. At least, that's what I thought before I walked into this luxurious mansion. But that thought was devastated, crumbling apart when I saw two girls sitting and giggling in his living room, drinking a glass of wine, and they were topless, their breasts hanging around to the left and right. What the hell happened here? Are these girls come from prehistoric times that they have no shame wandering around the house without wearing a bra or a

Xevia's POVXander took me to a beautiful park located on the edge of the city. A garden surrounded by lakes and maple trees. A garden where the ground was covered with wet green grass."I hope you like this place," Xander said to me as I got out of the car."Do you come here often?""I don't come here often. I have no time to relax and picnic like a human," he said as he walked beside me. He held a wooden stick in his hand and tapped the end on the ground to see if the road ahead was smooth or rocky."This is a beautiful place," I murmured as I observed the surroundings. I saw a two-story building at the end of the park. A small building made entirely of wood, I didn't know what the function of the building was, it looked like a house, but it was strange to have a place in a public facility like this."Whose house is that?" I asked Xander as if he could see what I was pointing."That's mine," he replied with a warm smile."I guess we can't just build houses near public facilities and

Xevia's POV"Sister-in-law, don't worry. I'll take care of you while my brother is away. Just tell me what you want to do, and I'll obey and follow your orders." Archer took a sip of the hot coffee in the white cup. He said as he stared at the ocean in front of us. My heart skipped a beat, but I managed to keep up impressions."Oh really? And if something unexpected happens, would you be able to handle that?" I asked with a fake smile on my lips, hoping that Archer would get the message that I was scared of this unknown situation. Archer's eyebrows raised slightly like he was thinking about my words. He placed his coffee cup down on the table between him and me. "You know," Archer started, not breaking our eye contact, "you are really interesting. You don't seem to fear danger, unlike other people who usually give a shit about their safety. That's why I admire you so much.""So what if I have a fear?" I replied in a calm tone."Fear? So you have fear, too?" I nodded with a chuckle,

Xevia's POVThis place was nothing like the one in my mom's story. "Why do you look perplexed?" Archer kept an eye on me as he lifted one of his eyebrows. "Why does this place seem unkempt?" I asked, a bleak emotion making me swallow my tears. Is this how they–the alphas, honor the knights who sacrificed themselves for peace?This place looks more like an abandoned place than a hero's tomb monument. Some trees were uprooted, and one corner revealed an extreme crack like a massive storm had struck it. Everything seemed destroyed and broken, with mossy gravestones and a garden overgrown with wild grass. No one was watching over it, only weasels roaming around. It was as if everyone had forgotten this place. No one remembered it anymore, literally no one. Is death always this sad? Would they forget us when we were already gone? Leaving us in the cold air covered in mud and decomposing animals?"I don't know, ask them, those alphas who lead this city," Archer said as he scratched his h

Xevia's POV"Welcome back, young lady, " a beautiful young girl greeted me at Xander's mansion."Who are you?" I asked her, feeling like I had never seen her before."She is the new maid. Young master hired her to help you out." But it wasn't the girl who answered; it was Dorothy. I looked at the beautiful young girl, who I thought was too pretty and smooth to be a maid. "I don't think I need a new maid. I already have you," I looked at Dorothy. "So, young lady, starting tomorrow, I will be taking some time off because my daughter has just given birth, and she needs her mother's help to take care of the newborn," Dorothy explained with a hesitant face. I gasped and could only shake in response to Dorothy's words. "Oh, I see.""What's your name?" I asked the young girl, "My name is Bella." The young and beautiful girl smiled as she introduced herself."Bella, take the young lady's things to her room, please?." Bella nodded and took the bag containing my clothes into her hands. "