CHAPTER 147

  JEROME

  Hell, that's what I call my new life at the mansion. It's like I don't know what my job as a beta is anymore.

  Ever since Brielle delivered that threat, I've been serving her like a man-servant, not a Beta. Alpha Argon even backed her up whenever she called me to carry out a task for her.

  The other day she told me to take her clothes outside and wash them. I was shocked to the core. I mean... I'm a man! A Beta for that matter, and a woman was controlling me like I'm a beggar in desperate need of money, to wash some dirty clothes.

  Instead of Alpha Argon to step in and tell her to stop her nonsense, his love for Brielle blinded him into agreeing with her.

  "Do as she says. I don't want to hear any complain that you didn't obey her orders or else..." He had warned, following Brielle like a fly.