I was expecting to wake up the next morning to an empty bed again, but the aggravated banging on the bedroom door was what stirred me out of my sleep. When I opened my eyes, Alexander was already up and hurriedly throwing a robe on. He had a frightening scowl on his face as he marched towards the door before flinging it open to reveal a trembling servant standing outside.
I sat up and rubbed off any remaining traces of sleep from my eyes then wrapped the blanket around me to hide my nakedness underneath. “Is everything okay?”
“Speak,” he menacingly told the servant. Even without emitting pheromones, his chilling tone and intimidating glare were enough to send any human weak on the knees.
The servant, whom I remember as Jonathan, visibly shook as he raised a hand that held a wireless pho
