Conall's POV
As I quietly make my way down the corridor, I use my hearing to detect any potential movement in the hallways. Luckily, the coast seems to be clear for now. I find myself now wondering how the hell I’m going to handle this situation. Nymphs are pleasant beings, but they are not the most resilient, and I’m not sure how this one will react when I break her free from the f*****g closet!
As soon as I enter the kitchen, I hear her faint squawking from behind the door, which all but confirms my suspicions. I reach for the keys on the counter and open the door to reveal the strange sight. The nymph, the redhead one I had wrapped in my arms only a few minutes ago, stands staring back at me with wide, bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair.
“OH, ALPHA! YOU HEARD ME!” she cries, running
