~EGON’S POV~
Having woken up in a foul mood from expending my involuntary attention to the lawsuit, I feel this unanticipated dread of losing Celie dominating me.
My Beta, who has yet again become a witness to the glumness on my face, questions me about the cause of my displeasure. After shoving the matchlock into its sleeve, I desperately avoid sharing the cause of my anguish, for I can't allow myself to appear frail, “There’s nothing that can ruffle my feathers. I am fine.”
Scarcely convinced, he asks me, “If that’s the case, should we leave? Alpha Derek is expecting you in his cabin.”
“Sure,” I collect myself, recognising how I cannot allow myself to be perceived as weak by my pack’s men.
As we make our way through the unengaged hallways, I am beguiled by my apprehension of losing
