Nathan's POV
I frowned at the question, leaning back in my chair. The room grew silent, and all eyes were on me, waiting for my response.
“Yes, she is my personal slave. Is there a problem with that?”
“No,” one alpha chuckled. “But we want to see her. Show her to us—let’s see the woman who is warming your bed.” He smirked, and my blood boiled as my wolf howled in my head, but I kept a composed face.
I waved a hand at the guard stationed near the door. “Bring my slave. Let them see her.”
The guard nodded and left the room swiftly. The air grew heavier as the alphas exchanged glances, some with curiosity, others with expectation. I could see the hunger and desire for her already in their eyes.
Moments later, the door opened, and Lisa was ushered in. Her steps were slow, her hands tremb
