Chapter 8. The King's Favorite

Verinoca's Point of View

The mansion that laid in the center of New York's high woodland appeared to be a fantastical world populated by fairies, a mystical location full of numerous kinds of creatures. Jaxon Knight, the strongest, wealthiest, and cruelest part of the Alpha race, resided here.

My eyelids slowly awoke as the warm rays of the freshly awakened sunlight touched my heavy lids. I was unable to swallow my throat or even feel the lower part of my body as I looked around and saw that everything was in clear view. Now that everything was lit up, it was easy to see the expensive stuff. Even the balcony, which I had not noticed when I initially came in, was now in view.

“I fell asleep last night,” I mumbled to myself and felt the lump and dryness in my throat.

As I wandered my eyes, my attention was drawn to the topless man who was standing at the center of the balcony. He was merely sporting a plain pair of slacks, making it impossible for anyone to as