"Why would you need to invite him for breakfast? He didn't hunt for you," the Masked Alpha frowned.
"But I thought he might get hungry as well…" Odette muttered.
"He is a snake beastman. He ate one big meal every month, so he doesn't need to eat with us," the Masked Alpha stated. He grabbed Odette's wrist, but this time, in a much gentler way, making sure that he didn't accidentally hurt her again. "Let's eat together here, just the two of us. I'm sure that Ymir wouldn't mind at all."
"R-really? Uhm, then should I just get Sir Ymir a portion—"
"No, I'll eat whatever leftovers you have. That snake shouldn't eat anything that you cooked," the Masked Alpha claimed greedily. He was so oppressive and didn't allow Odette to speak whenever she mentioned Sir Ymir.
In the end, she had to give up and sat facing each other at the table.
The Masked Alpha was tall and big, so he made the chair and table look like a kid's version of a real one.
