Alastair’s eyes turned into the brightest shade of red, while his calm demeanor turned into that of a fierce, bloodthirsty creature. His shoulders raised up and down as he was breathing heavily. His jaws were clenched while his fingers were curled into fists.
“I asked who allowed her to enter my place?”
The Emperor's thunderous voice pulled the elf out of her daze. She immediately rushed to her best friend, who was trying to get up with the support of her elbows. Though she propped up on her elbows, she couldn't keep up her balance and again fell to the floor.
“Alexina, are you alright?” Posie held the omega by her shoulders, helping her to sit. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the red marks that resembled thick, long fingers on Alexina’s neck. “These marks…do they hurt? Can you speak?” She
