ARTHUR'S POV:
The banging was nonstop and heavy against the door, almost shaking the frame of the heavy door in its hinges and soon after, a female voice followed in a panicked scream.
“Alpha Arthur!” She cried out repeatedly.
“Lima?” Fiona questioned no one in particular, brows raising in confusion.
“Stay here.” I instructed.
Sighing heavily, I moved Fiona’s trembling frame back onto the bed, walking into the closet to cover my nakedness with a pair of pajama bottom.
The mansion better be on fire for this sort of interruption or someone would be punished for the rest of the week.
Pulling open the door, the sight of a crying, trembling mess of one of the maids greeted me and I raised a brow in question.
Pricking my ears and scrunching my nose, I tried to pick up any noise or
