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Kael's POV I can't even begin to explain what I am feeling right now. I know this is not how it should be. This is not what I should be feeling, but I can't help it, and it is bugging me. It is annoying me to some extent. Why the hell am I suddenly flustered and getting infuriated by a slave's intention of not going along with my desire to show her how much I care for her? Why the hell do I even care for her in the first place? She's a freaking slave for god's sake. An Omega at that. I should be tying her to a pole and lashing some endless amount of strokes against her back that would make her cry relentlessly. I should be giving her some endless amount of chores and disturbances that will make her cry and wish she had never been born. I must make her life miserable. That is the order