The sweet and tangy orange fruit helped me recover from Beta Elise. I swallowed each as I popped one in my mouth, each bite sending those hurtful words the Beta said, drifting away with the memories I badly wanted to forget.

I know my breakfast will not end well. Nevertheless, I’m going to finish my breakfast.

“Don’t mind her,” the bisexual Beta Caesar grunted beside Geneva. “She’s just bitter that she’s no longer the Alpha King’s bed warmer now that he has found you.”

That was why there’s always a hint of envy on Beta Elise’s face...

I straightened. I was about to reply to him when a group of...