บท 109: Wet Imagination III

Olivera's POV:

He was a dickhead. He was very stubborn. At first I had thought that being rude to him would offend him enough to leave the room to me, but rather the impudent Alpha had stayed back, till I had returned from bathing. When I had told him to give me space, I had hoped that he would walk away, after all his mistress was waiting for him, supposedly naked in their room together. So, how could he stay here? What was he waiting for? These thoughts had ravaged my mind as I had sunk myself deep in the bathtub, breathing out deeply in relief, feeling the water soothe me therapeutically. But in the next few minutes I was feeling bereaved, whilst thinking of Jeremy. I hadn't been able to stop myself from thinking that my best friend wasn't allowed this luxury of mine. He had stayed in the same stinky prison with me, but he had just been led to the other quarter to stay. No food, no bath. Or was the beta different? I wasn't sure. I could only hope.