Damian
I sipped my tea, my mind consumed by thoughts of Selene. Her fragile state, constantly drifting in and out of consciousness, weighed heavily on my conscience. The guilt troubled me, reminding me that it was all my fault.
"Alpha, breakfast is served," the servant announced, breaking my reverie. I nodded, handing her the empty glass, and made my way out.
I walked straight to Selene's room contemplating if I should check on her. Deciding against it, I made my way to the dining room.
I saw a figure staring around, her body language quite uncertain, I took a quick stride towards her as a sense of familiarity dawned on me "Selene?" I called out, my voice reserved.
She stiffened, then turned to face me, her head bowed. "Greetings, Alpha," she whispered, her voice barely au
