Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Despite Xavion’s protest, I ordered takeout and completed the task, ignoring his huffing. He vented his frustration at his Beta, kicking him out.

“Go to the security guard’s office. The servants will give you your pizza box.”

Alvaro’s pleading gaze begged for mercy, reminding me I had to talk to Alicia for him. Then he left with a scowl on his face. Within thirty minutes, my order was delivered, and I happily grabbed my pizza for dinner.

However, Xavion appeared perplexed to see chicken piccata. He had to eat protein for tomorrow’s match, so I didn’t order carb loaded pizza for him. But he wasn’t ready to eat...