Alpha Nathan’s POV
I watched her limp out of my room, every step steeped in pain. Angrily, I grabbed the glass of whiskey on the table and hurled it at the floor, watching it shatter. “Guards!” I barked, and within seconds, two of them rushed into my room, their faces pale with fear.
“Fetch the slave master," I ordered coldly. Their terrified expressions deepened before they stumbled out of the room.
Slumping into the armchair, I shut my eyes, attempting to suppress the rage simmering inside me. Minutes later, the slave master entered, announcing his presence timidly.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw the frightened look on his face.
“Why did you assign such a grueling task to Lisa? That job isn't meant for women!" I spat, my tone laced with venom. The burly man flinched under my glare
