VANESSA


As I walked away from the crowd of servants, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was grateful to Emilia for her kind words and support. I knew that I could always count on her to be there for me, no matter what.

I made my way back to my table, where Sandra and Michael were waiting for me. They looked up at me with concern in their eyes, and I knew that they had noticed the tension between me and the other servants.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sandra asked, her voice soft.


I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little frustrated with all the gossip and jealousy."

Michael nodded understandingly. "I know how you feel. It's hard to deal with people who are jealous of your success."


I smiled weakly. "I guess you're right. I just wish people would focus on their own lives instead of worrying about mine."

Sandra reached out and put a hand on my arm. "You're a strong person, Vanessa. Don't let anyone bring you down."

I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude towards my friends. "Thanks, guys. You're always there for me, no matter what."

We sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company. Then, Michael spoke up.

"Hey, have you heard anything about the Alpha's plans for the future?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't heard anything. But I'm sure he'll let us know soon enough."

Sandra leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I heard that he's planning to expand the kingdom's borders. Do you think that's true?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, but it's possible. The Alpha is always looking for ways to improve the kingdom."

Michael nodded thoughtfully. "I think that would be a good idea. It would bring in more resources and trade opportunities."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, it would. But it would also mean more work for us servants."

Sandra laughed. "Well, we're up for the challenge, aren't we?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my friends. "Definitely. We can handle whatever the Alpha throws our way."

As we continued to talk and laugh, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I could face them with my friends by my side.

But as the night wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The other servants were still whispering and pointing, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. I knew that they were still gossiping about me, still spreading rumors and lies.

I tried to ignore it, to focus on my friends and the good times we were having. But it was hard, oh so hard. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel it like a weight on my shoulders.

As the night drew to a close, I stood up, my legs feeling heavy and tired. "I think I'm going to head back to my room," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

My friends looked up at me with concern in their eyes. "Are you okay?" Sandra asked, her voice soft.

I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all."

Michael stood up, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'll walk you back to your room," he said, his voice gentle.

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "Thanks, Michael. I appreciate it."

As we walked through the quiet halls, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that I was safe, that I had my friends to protect me from the gossip and jealousy of the other servants.

But as we approached my room, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Alpha Axel, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

I felt a surge of fear, my heart racing with anxiety. What did he want? What was he going to do?

As we approached my room, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Alpha Axel, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. I felt a surge of fear, my heart racing with anxiety. What did he want?

"Vanessa," he said, his voice low and husky. "I need to speak with you."

'Good evening alpha," we chorused at the same time.

I nodded, my throat dry. "Of course, Alpha," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.


Michael looked at me uncertainty, but I nodded at him to leave. "I'll be fine," I said, trying to reassure him.

He nodded and turned to leave, but not before casting a suspicious glance at the Alpha. I knew that he didn't trust him, and I couldn't blame him. There was something about the Alpha that made me uneasy, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

As Michael disappeared into the darkness, the Alpha turned to me. "Vanessa, I've been hearing rumors about you," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Rumors that you're not loyal to me, that you're plotting against me."

I felt a surge of fear, my heart racing with anxiety. "No, Alpha," I protested. "That's not true. I'm completely loyal to you."

The Alpha raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he said, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Then why are you always talking to the other servants, whispering and plotting in the corners?"

I shook my head, trying to think of a plausible explanation. "I'm just trying to make friends, Alpha," I said. "I'm not plotting against you, I promise."

The Alpha looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. Then, he nodded. "Very well," he said. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But let me warn you, Vanessa. If I find out that you're plotting against me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

I nodded, my heart still racing with fear. "Yes, Alpha," I replied. "I understand."

The Alpha nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good," he said. "I'm glad we understand each other."

As he turned to leave, I felt a surge of relief wash over me. I had dodged a bullet, at least for now. But as I watched him disappear into the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in grave danger. The Alpha was not a man to be trifled with, and I knew that I had to be careful if I wanted to survive.

But as I turned to enter my room, I saw something that made my blood run cold. On my bed, in big bold letters, was a message. "You're next," it read. I knew then that I was in grave danger, and that I had to do something to protect myself. But what?