Chapter 57: Liar! Broody The Ironclad

The green-yellow liquid mixed with bile and her bodily fluids were all spilt out on Siroos's dark skin and the fine garment he had adorned for the ceremony. 

Lana loudly gasped, covering her mouth with both her hands. Fownso sprung up from his position and took a step back, clearly shocked. 

The alpha would clearly be mad…no one had ever vomited on him and it was due to the medicine Fownso had given.

Siroos stupidly stared at Cassandra for a while and then his eyes dropped. Disbelief was etched on every corner of his face as he used the cloth in his hand to wipe away some of the puke. He opened his mouth to say something but wasn't sure what to even say to her. 

His hands had halted while his skin felt gross. 

Cassandra, on the other hand, didn't seem remorseful at all. Wiping her face with the back of her hand she nonchalantly said. 

"It was so bitter. Even bitter gourd seems sweet in comparison."