In the Alpha’s Kingdom

often feel as if they are being watched. It is hard to tell how much time has passed since they arrived. The door of the cabin is unlocked, and Mark and Lavelle walk in without hesitation,

I’m the only one can be mistreated.” “That’s reasonable, but why did you have to run away without give an information to anyone?” Daniela asked. “Gosh, you know it well,” repeats Lavelle. The atmosphere began to be tense with anger. Mark shouted. “Stop acting fool! Don’t argued here!” "I'm bored, don't understand what bores me today," murmured Lavelle. "You're the one who doesn't enjoy your own life," replies Daniela, "Actually, your family is so perfect no one is lacking. But why do you hate your father so much?" "Of course, doesn't every single thing have to be based on obvious reasons," added Mark raising his hands forward. "I don't know, don't talk about this. I hate it so much," murmured Lavelle before wiping out her wine. *** The sun had been setting earlier. However, Lavelle was still sitting on the porch of her cabin, a little drunk. She muttered a little, babbled, cursed at her annoying father. Could not see clearly what was in front of her at that time. The kitchen's sound could still be heard, clearly indicating that Daniela was still cooking their dinner menu that night. "It's so cold outside. Come on inside, you're still sick but, forcing you to get drunk." Mark prepared to lift Lavelle's body at that time. "I still want to stay here," growled Lavelle, half-drunk; even her eyes were almost tightly closed. "Oh, my! You're so drunk, don't insist on sitting outside," complained Mark. "I'm not drunk, I just drank a glass of wine. You're exaggerating," laughed Lavelle. Mark squealed and tried to slowly lift Lavelle's body. However, the slightly bulky girl rebelled in annoyance. Lavelle growled in pain, hitting Mark's shoulder with full force. From behind, Daniela appeared, bringing a glass of warm water for Lavelle. Mark already looks very tormented all day with Lavelle in that place. "Get some rest when you're tired. I'll take care of Lavelle." Daniela forced Lavelle to sip the warm water little by little. "I think I'll stay here too, I've informed my family at home." "Yes, I guess that was the right choice because the whole street was not lit by lights. You can sleep in the main room if you want," Daniela replied. Suddenly Lavelle laughed out loud. "It turns out you are cowardly! It's useless being a man!" "Lavelle, please watch your behavior when you are drunk. You've been indebted to Mark all this time," said Daniela. "Drunk or sober, she's just as annoying," Mark grumbled. "Forgive her, she is a little strange. It's good now that we help her into the room, the air outside is not good for a sick person like her." Daniela folded her arms across her chest. Mark nodded, then slowly lifted Lavelle's lower body while Daniela tried to lift Lavelle's upper body. They brought Lavelle into the cabins with a whole strategy and put her in a booth with a comfortable bed. Daniela covered Lavelle's body, not forgetting that Daniela turned on an electric mosquito repellent attached to the wall. "Is she sleeping?" asked Mark. "I think so, although it looks very strong. In fact she is still recovering," said Daniela. "Daniela, is she a lesbian? Why does she hate her father so much?" asked Mark. "I think because she doesn't like her father's treatment all this time, you will also be like Lavelle if your parents like someone else's child more than yourself." "Jeez, what happened to her?" asked mark again. "I can not explain with words, Wantemalon." *** Lavelle writhed when she heard a loud noise from outside the cabin; her consciousness had not yet gathered a hundred per cent, her head still ached as if she had been hit by a baseball bat. "Daniela, what are you doing outside? Why is it so noisy? "Lavelle asked quietly, barely audible. However, she did not hear the