Annette.
“There's the guest room, and my room. Which would you stay in?” Alpha Samson asked as I walked by his side, looking around the palace that I never got the chance to get into years back. “Ann?”
I looked at him. How did he come up with calling me that way?
“Of course, the guest room. Why would I stay in your room when I'm a guest?" I asked, not sounding so mean, but at least bold enough to tell him that I knew what I meant and wasn't just joking around. “And make sure the guest room isn't the one my sister just left in.”
He shook his head, "It's not that.”
We reached the guest room, and he opened it with the passcode, which I watched carefully to grab, then we got inside. It was a bit dusty, proof that it has not been stayed in for a long time.
“I'll have the servants take ca
