“There are 66 men in total.” A rogue came up to the pair sitting up against the large trunk of tree. Malcom had Astella in his arms, feeding her some water.

Without a choice, she had to take small sips of it, still being cautious.

A small drop slide down her lies and she moved to clean it, but Malcom reached up and did the same. Their eyes locked briefly. She looked away while he smirked deviously.

The guard who had come to make the report stood there awkwardly, wondering wat to do. He was quite well informed about the Alpha’s brother, Malcom and his infatuation with beautiful women. And...