Shyla’s P.O.V.
“Are you out of your mind?”
This query seemed harmless as Lady Amara turned around to answer that daring man, but a chorus of startled gasps echoed in the backyard to see Alpha Derrick Miller.
That Royal was wildly feared among his subjects as everyone including Amara knelt on the floor, she was quivering like a dry leaf in the wind.
“Greetings, Alpha!”
He let his dominant aura frighten us briefly before he asked us to rise. Lady Amara stepped forward and replied to him.
“I was asking this omega to work. How come it is wrong, Alpha?”
Alpha Derrick Miller threw a dirty glare on Lady Amara and spat out.
“You can’t order your superiors. Didn’t your father teach you this?”
As Alpha was busy scolding the harem ladies, I tried to sneak out of the crowd. But Alpha
