Stephanie paced around her room, clenching and releasing her fists at regular intervals. Her footsteps echoed in her own ears, her heart thumping at an extreme rate. Her eyes trailed towards the blonde maid, who gathered some of her clothes for laundry, “you sure about what you just told me?” she asked, still pacing around her room.
Compared to Harlow's, it was twice as large, twice as beautiful, twice as filled with luxurious items. Her bed was large enough to fit ten ladies, and her closet filled with dresses maids would die to have.
The maid turned to face Stephanie, holding some clothes in her hands, “I'm very sure, Lady Stephanie. The Lycan king stepped out of her room last night, I'm sure he went in there.” The sight of the Lycan king walking out of a slave's room had sucked her
