"You're a slave now, aren't you? Why use noble etiquette to greet me?" The princess deliberately scanned my attire, reminding me of my current status and predicament.
I focused on the woman before me—noble, beautiful, possessing all the traits of a ruler. My eyelashes drooped as I pondered how to answer her question.
"Your Highness, I am indeed Alpha Klaus's slave now, but that's because he once saved me from Alpha Ron's hands. I am only following his orders out of gratitude."
"But in my heart, I don't consider myself a slave."
"Ridiculous! What does your opinion matter?" The princess's eyes turned icy, her tone laced with disdain and anger.
"Do you think that just because you don't see yourself as a slave, you can act like a noble in front of me?"
By the wall, the guards became aler
