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Olivia's POV

My gaze remained on the vials that stood in my drawer. Was I supposed to listen to a man who had made my life hell? Or protect a man who was bound to make my life another hell?

Would I ever experience something like freedom in my life? I picked them up. One was red and the other was green. I knew that the red one was poison. That meant that the green one was the one that would lock up his wolf forever.

I took the green one and placed it in my dress. I the red one, I hid it properly. Even if I wasn't going to accept yet, I wasn't also going to allow myself to be jeopardized by it.

It was time for me to begin my service to Devon for the day. I quickly made my way to his chamber. He was seated in his bed with his back to the backrest of the bed. His eyes were on me from the time I entered the room, almost as if he had been expecting me.

I bowed in greeting, putting my hands in a pleading manner before me. His gaze suddenly turned hard, seeing me gesture my greeting. I think I finally understood why he was so angry. He hated being reminded that I was his mate and I was a mute.

Maybe if I was one of the two, he wouldn't be so angry at me. I tried to smile but it kept faltering so I left it altogether.

"Prepare my bath water." He ordered. I bowed and turned to the room by the left. I mixed his water to the perfect degree, took out his body washing kit, and hung his towel close by.

I went back out. I pointed to the bathroom and bowed lightly again.

"For once, can't you just try to say something?" He suddenly snapped.

"M..m.. ah." I stammered. He raised his hand for me to stop and I did. Sighing in frustration, he left.

"Prepare me something to eat." He ordered. I nodded and left. I went to the kitchen and I remembered the vial in my dress. Would he also ask me to taste the food? If he did what was I supposed to do? Was there going to be an antidote for this?

Thinking about it, I didn't bother slipping it into his meal anymore. When I finished cooking, I served him in the dining. He stared at me as I stood beside him.

"What are you waiting for?" He demanded. "Taste the food."

"I could never poison you." I gestured.

"I don't care, taste the food." He repeated. I took two spoons like before. "Drink the water."

I sipped the water from his glass. I don't think he would want to drink from the same glass as me.

"Get me another glass. Get me my bottle of wine." He said.

I left, feeling angry. So he asked me to taste the food because he was afraid I would poison him and also asked me to drink the water huh? Now he was disgusted by me?

I think he needs to lose a little bit of his pride. I got the wine bottle and I took the vial. I opened it and emptied it into the wine bottle then I shut it tight again.

I took it to him.

"What took you so long?" He asked icily.

I didn't know what you would like. I gestured to him. He waved his hand for me to leave.

I did. The moment I left, I began to feel guilty. Perhaps I shouldn't have done it. Not perhaps, I should not have done it.

I wanted to run and hide. I couldn't understand why I allowed my father to instigate me to do such evil to someone else.

I got to my room, pacing to and fro, hoping that nothing bad would happen to him. I hope he doesn't feel any pain or doesn't pass out.

After waiting a few minutes, I went back to check on him. He had finished the meal and was sipping his wine. I tried to stay discreet but he found me immediately.

"Olivia." He called. "don't hide, come and take the dishes away."

I quickly went and carried the plates. I wanted to ask if he enjoyed the meal.

"Did... You... L..ike... the... f... good?" I managed to ask.

He turned to stare at me and he smiled. A genuine smile, not the one that showed his mockery.

"You just spoke." He stated.

It happens once in a while. I gestured to him. I saw the smile falter and eventually, it left his face.

"Have you trained today?" He asked.

I shook my head. I was waiting for you to finish eating.

He nodded. "When you're done with keeping that, you can go and begin your training."

I nodded and then I left. He took more of the wine. It wasn't even remaining that much but I guess he finished it.

He came out to where I was training and he noticed how hard I went. He smiled a little.

Did my father give me a love potion to serve him? Why was he smiling at me?

I disregarded his presence and focused on my training. He walked over to where I stood and gave me a few tips.

I noticed he was drowsy.

Are you okay?

"Yes, I just feel a little drowsy. I think I drank too much." He said.

I nodded. You should go and rest.

He turned and left me. I watched him walk steadily back into the house. I don't know what I would have done if he developed any kind of pain. He would know it was me and that I had done something.

I resumed my training. The feeling of guilt was so much on me, I had to get rid of it. The best thing to do was to sweat it all away.

While I was busy and focused, I felt a presence behind me and before I could turn to check it out, the person spoke.

"I know what you did."

What? My eyes widened in fear and unpleasant surprise.