Alpha’s Rejected Slave

Santiago’s POV

“Look at this, isn't this one of the rarest pieces? The quality and ornamental design is top tier.” Rosalia garnished praises smiling emphatically at the Alpha’s surplus gifts laid at the table. Settling on the golden sturdy armchair by the left piece of her gigantic bedroom a finger lost in my clean shaven stubbles.

“Don’t trust him!”

She rolled her eyes. “Be Quiet,”

“Keep quiet? With a bad mangled right eye?” The venom exploded blazing through the roof of my tongue. The slave slut ruined an eye so bad it could not be fixed by the different healers contacted.

“Stop acting emotional, you fool. I...