C91 The Almighty Alpha Pleads Forgiveness From His Most Hated Slave

Karen stood on the balcony of the Creek Castle, staring blankly into the night sky. A chilly breeze blew past her face, swaying the strands of her long auburn, which she slowly flicked aside for a clearer view. She watched the half-moon floating amidst patches of white clouds with evident disinterest.

Tears flowed down her beautiful hazel green eyes