CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE.

  Once Alpha D'argan got into his bedroom, he smiled foolishly when he saw his wife sitting on a couch with a book in her hand.

  Immediately she saw him, she put the book down and got on her feet.

  "My Lord." She called respectfully and Alpha D'argan's smile broadened. He took slow, quite steps oner to her and Luna Elvira panicked on her spot because she knew exactly what he was going to do the moment he got close to her.

  "Elvira." He called in a quiet voice and she raised her head to looked at him in shock. It had been ages since she heard him call her name.

  It had been centuries since he smiled at her.

  "My Lord." She responded and tried to bow down her head, but Alpha D'argan held her chin still with his index finger and stared deep into her eyes as if he wanted to see her deepest, darkest secrets.

  Well, if he did see them, then that would be the end for her, because her deepest secret was that she hated the man and wanted him dead.