ABEL EVERHART'S POV
I have my head bowed yet I can literally feel the Alpha's cold glare against the exposed skin of my face.
"The crown has an eye for beauty, don't you agree, your highness?" Queen Rowena says in an amused tone.
"Huh . . .yes it does," the alpha says in trembling lips. "How come you let him walk so close to you? Regardless of his beauty, he is still a slave?" the Alpha questions.
"You sound envious, Alpha. You have your concubines, don't you?" her Majesty asks. "Not even your wife complains about that."
The Alpha chuckles. "I do not mind if that is all he is. He can be in your bed sometimes but he will never have your heart," he answers, sounding relieved and back to his good moods. He finally continues the walk past the decorated parlour.
Queen Rowena takes hold
