Inside the inn where Amber was, Ian Scott sits on a chair in a room glaring at Amber who was currently unconscious on a bed.
His anger wasn't aimed at Amber but rather, it was aimed at the moaning of a woman he could hear coming out of the other room.
Two other guards were standing at the doorstep of the room he was currently in, so everyone could hear the sound of a girl moaning by an alpha male.
The loud creaking sound of the bed made in that room just shows how intense the mating was as well.
The man in the other room was the one in charge of more than a hundred players in this inn and Ian was his right hand man.
That man is also the real rider of the wyvern and the one who ordered Ian to capture little Amber.
Ian sits on his chair gritting his teeth.
'How could I have been so stupid!'
'I knew he was trying to mock me but a part of me truly hoped he would hand over that woman to me,'