Fiora's POV
"So romantic. Like a very good match. When the husband is sick, the wife stays with him all night no matter if she has to sleep on a chair. As long as she can keep him company and hold his hand all night," I said without caring if Alpha Brynmor forbade me to continue my sentence.
"Are you jealous, Fiora?" asked Alpha Brynmor, looking at me while stifling a laugh as if what I was explaining was a joke.
I shifted my gaze again, anywhere but at him. I wouldn't be able to lie if I looked at him. He had a hawk-like gaze that could skin anyone who dared to lie to him.
"What am I jealous of?" I asked, reluctant to admit. "I have a lot of activities today. My feelings are on my last priority today."
"Really?" Alpha Brynmor linked his eyebrows.
"Ah, never mind. I cam
