C155 The Alpha King's Hated Slave; Part 2

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Vetta was sheathing as she walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wished she never came here.

She wished she never heard the incoherent mumbles, and she never pressed her ear so glued to the door to decipher the things they said. She wished she never got curious.

"Good night, Mistress." A maid greeted her with a bow as she passed