~EGON’S POV~
Wedged between the swelling contempt of the Delta and the unbridled bumptiousness of his Alpha, I peer at them with heightened anxiety and perpending means to attain liberty. The underlying desperation in my gaze doesn’t assist much in keeping my intentions for an escape concealed, which impels the proud leader to break the discomforting silence that has been pertaining inside the cell since my fall.
“Having been wedded to Celie for almost a year, I believe that you must’ve been familiarised with my reasons for chasing after her?” questions the Alpha, looking into my eyes in expectation of a response.
I shrug my shoulders to nettle the inquisitive one, adamant about depriving him of gaining any intel on my wife. My disobedience does bring out a satisfactory frown on the v
