Not His Fated Mate

Ophelia woke up to cold sheets and an empty heart. She sat sullenly with regret digging into her chest. She wished she hadn't fallen asleep last night. Maybe then, she would've had the chance to talk to Killorn more. 

Even with the vampire maids' cruel nature like yanking at her hair until strands fell to the floor or accidentally pricking Ophelia's skin with their sharp nails, she remained quiet. She was pulled from the left and right like a rag doll whilst they roughly dressed her until her skin was red and angry.

Ophelia was wordless when they served her a cold breakfast that upset her stomach. She was lost in thought, wondering if she should bring up the topic again. Killorn had departed without even a kiss or a goodbye to her.

"W-where is A-Alpha today?" Ophelia mumbled to Beetle who was stationed to watch her.