(Rachelle’s POV)
The smile on my lips didn't falter despite being casted out by Lysander just a few seconds ago. I turned on my heels, ignoring the guard whom he had demanded to watch me after my successful attempt to sleep with him. Why should I frown when he just did exactly what I wanted him to do?
He drank the wine that contained Ambrosia potion.
After speaking with Alpha Reginald, I went out to light a cigarette near the borders. It was a routine, a moment of escape just to calm myself down for a bit. It was my way of forcing myself to function normally despite the gnawing anxiety in my chest.
Almira thinks that a mere result on a paper would make her replace me? Even if Lysander visits all hospitals in America, I will always be there to manipulate the results.
Alpha Reginald had
