CHAPTER 38 Pain

　　Clover's POV

　　The floor beneath my feet was cold and hard, and my knees throbbed with pain. The man in front of me was dressed in formal attire, sitting on a delicate chair, and looking down at me with a scrutinizing gaze. A terrifying witch stood beside him.

　　I lowered my head, trembling all over, too scared to meet his gaze.

　　"Look up," he commanded.

　　I dared not disobey his order and looked up at him.

　　"What's your name?"

　　"Clover, my name is Clover, Alpha."

　　"Age?"

　　"Nine...years old."

　　He smiled at me, and all the intense pressure from before disappeared, replaced by a relaxing kindness.

　　"Oh, one year older than her," he said. "Don't be nervous, child. I need you to help me with something."

　　I tried to make my breathing look less nervous and cramped. "You...you said..."