“Alpha Killian,” George said in his still-sleepy voice as he tied the knot of his robe. “Is everything alright?” He asked in confusion.
Killian didn’t bother to answer. He strode straight into George’s room and asked in a sharp and authoritative tone. “Why is my wife staying in an Omega’s quarters?”
George and Linda’s faces drained of color, their blood running cold at the question. They had assumed Isabella would remain in the royal guest chambers with the Alpha King himself. But now it seemed to them as if she had told Killian everything—and his rage was directed squarely at them.
Fury burned in them for Isabella, but it was drowned beneath the fear of the Alpha King. Under the weight of his glare, they trembled, terrified.
“Alpha King, it was her choice,” Linda murmured with an awkw
