The Alpha is unaware of the fact that I've grown resistant to this potion.

My body has defended itself against many of its effects after it has entered my system.

I grin, stare intently at the man's face, and purposefully cram as much lobster meat as possible into my lips. I lick my lips in delight and chew lustfully while closing my eyes.

"It tastes really good. I have to give the chef my compliments. I need the waitress to relay my message, where is she?" I turn to face the woman, who is observing me from a corner. She is undoubtedly collaborating with this pathetic Alpha.

She grudgingly moves...