T H E A L P H A’S C H A M B E R
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R A P H A E L'S P O V
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It was a job well done last night. The alpha slept off like a log and never noticed how when I got back into the room to sneak his key back into his Pocket.
On a regular night, he would have been more sensitive, and even a passing shadow could have woke him from his slumber, but last night was different. He was mad after leaving Kimberly at the dungeon because she had refused to yield to the pressure, and he passed out on alcohol.
My shift was supposed to be over by the time, and he thought I had left the mansion. Trent whose shift was on was supposed to be the one in his at his service by that time but he was nowhere there, e
