(Daviess’s pov)
I couldn’t proceed with this any longer. I can see that my father doesn’t appreciate what he’s seeing. The expression on his face made it evident to me that he’s convinced that Astrid isn’t a captive.
Therefore, I march towards the woman, hold her wrist sternly and give her a despicable stare. My crookedness seems to baffle her. I know that she is going to hate me after what I am going to do. However, I don’t have a choice. I can’t let the alpha perceive me as incompetent in succeeding control over Xadaria.
As much as it is distressing to witness my wife’s hateful gaze, I can’t go through seeing my mother’s death. Hence, I don’t let the hurt reflect on my face. I hid my feelings for Astrid deeper into my heart. Furthermore, I stood in front of her like a stone, incapab
