The Alpha's Unknown Mark
Beta, who told me he knew the secret of what happened last night, made me curious about knowing everything. From the morning that Alpha bit me, I was weak until last night.
In the kitchen, I sat on a chair while the food was on the table. I prepared all by myself as I am not a princess nor a Luna of the Alpha to let the staff serve me. I am still the hated slave that Alpha owned, but there are changes seen as time moves.
From time to time, the Alpha changes. His mood was unpredictable, also his moves were not that clear, so I could adjust and prepare the things I required to be done.
The spoon I held was back on the plate. I get one ordinary grape on the basket in the middle of the table as I watch Beta, who is sitting on the chair next to mine. Viola was on the other corner, as she wanted to listen to the confession that the Beta wanted to admit to me.