Alpha Tyrion.
I poured myself whiskey once again and downed it all in one go. How could that be my uncle's clubhouse where she works? If it were just another person, I would have gotten her sacked so she would become idle and useless, and then she would listen to me once again.
I'd known how hardworking she had been, so depriving her of work would make her go to her knees.
But at this time, I couldn't.
“And she even raised her filthy hand against my cheek? When did she have such audacity?” I muttered and filled the glass once again. “She'd always been calm and respectful, barely looked me in the eyes and was the most submissive woman I had ever met.” I scoffed and this time, sipped from the glass so I don't get tipsy.
What kinda guts does she have from my uncle to slap the alpha king
