Alpha was walking in his garden with his royal gown on his shoulders. His tall stature and attractive personality were becoming prominent. Black hair was spread over the shoulders; the transparent glowing face stole the light from the moon at that moment.
"You have something to say, Bazzel Raq? Don't question my punishment, make Myla a slave now. She has been handed over to you, now there will be no modification of the sentence.” He stopped and said to Bazzel, who was standing behind him with his head bowed while looking carefully at a plant of blue roses.
"I don't have the courage to ask for your punishment. I accept every order; I only want to make one request, if you will allow it...” Alpha turned his gaze silently to the blue roses spread in the distance. That deep blue color was s
