Riven's head was a mess. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't remember what happened last night. His memories were jumbled, and he couldn't piece them together.
"Tch… whatever," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "Azerin knows my identity now. At least I don't have to keep pretending around him."
However, that wasn't his plan! Revin still wished to live his life as a beta until he was free from all the shackles.
He sighed, slipping out and heading toward the servant quarters. It was already late, almost noon, and thankfully, no one was around to see him in those damn clothes.
If anyone saw him, they could easily notice that it was their Alpha's clothes.
Riven pushed open the door to his room and stepped in quickly, shutting it behind him. He didn't waste time, peeling off the master's clothes and throwing them aside.
But then, he picked it up and folded it carefully. He still needed to give them to Azerin.
