Celeste’s knees slammed against the ground, her body frozen in pure disbelief at Nyssa’s sick command.
Right in front of her stood Beta Callix, who watched her with dark eyes before locking gazes with Nyssa in disbelief.
The brunette looked amused by her own words but didn’t show it—other than her gaze—as she dug her fingers into Celeste’s shoulders, making her wince.
"Don’t you hear me, slave? Suck his c**k—you’re at least good at that now, right?” she sneered.
Celeste stared with shaky hands. Just as she reached for the hem of his robe, Callix’s rough hand gripped her wrist hard, pulling her from her kneeling position as he snarled at Nyssa.
“Enough with the f*****g games, Nyssa.” He pointed at Celeste. “And you—get out of my sight. Now!” he roared.
Celeste didn’t so much as look b
