The Masked Alpha leaped out of the garden of thorns easily and landed right in front of Zircon who had been standing on guard at the entrance.
Zircon quickly kneeled in front of his Alpha, and nervously said, "Your Majesty, m-my apology for carrying Her Grace like that—"
"No need to apologize," the Masked Alpha interrupted. "She's not her anyway."
Zircon lifted his head out of surprise. He saw the indifference in his Alpha's eyes, but still couldn't believe what he said just now.
"Your Majesty, Her Grace has—"
"And you don't need to refer to her as Her Grace anymore. Just call her Odette or Lady Odette, or whatever you want," the Masked Alpha added. "She has my mate's original face, eyes, and voice. But she has a far different personality."
"But—"
"I've checked her in private. She is not my mate," the Masked Alpha repeated his sentence, which turned into an irrefutable statement.