Cadeon
I'm walking past my father's study when I hear harsh voices coming from within.
Frowning, I take a few steps back, hoping I can pick up on what the hell is going on. Without even looking, I know that it's Timmon in there. For the past few days, he's been uncommonly agitated which isn't like him at all.
My brother tends to be calm. Collected. I'd ask him about it but for some reason, he won't talk to me. Things between us are tense and I'm acutely aware that I'm the one to blame for this newfound drift between us.
There's doors are partially open but I still can't hear what's being discussed. I have to move even closer, my ear nearly touching the wood, and that's when I succeed in picking up a few words.
I'm an Alpha yet here I am, eavesdropping. This is far from dignifying.
