Chapter 49: The Unfamiliar Routine

Olivera's eyes widened in disbelief as Raul’s demand sank in. His serious demeanor made it clear that he was not jesting. The sheer absurdity of the situation left her momentarily speechless. How could a grown man, despite his experience with countless women, be so ignorant about menstruation? Even the cruel Francis had known what a period was. The gap in Raul’s knowledge was both astonishing and troubling. Her mind raced as she struggled to formulate an explanation for this basic biological process. She had never anticipated having to break down the concept of menstruation to someone, especially not to an Alpha King. Her mouth opened and closed in an awkward dance, trying to produce words that could bridge this chasm of understanding. She gulped nervously, her throat dry with anxiety. Opening her mouth again, she attempted to explain, but no sound emerged. Her frustration grew as Raul’s patience dwindled. His furrowed brows and clenched fists signaled that his temper was fraying. Th