Chapter 9

There was another warm glass of milk on the table, complete with a silk tablecloth next to it. Alpha Wyatt watched as Harper slipped out of the bathroom and sat down in front of the table. She took a few sips until her eyes widened and she tipped more into her mouth. The taste was different, sweeter this time.

Alpha Wyatt watched as she drank the rest of the milk. She wasn't nauseated this time, and he could see a hint of pleasure in her eyes.

That's a good girl. He smirked, taking pleasure in how sated she was. But she had also finished her report and did a thorough job.

He walked towards her, glancing at the empty mug on the table. "It seems that I underestimated you," he said. She dabbed at the corners of her mouth as he spoke. "You did really well on your report."