CORRIGAN'S POV
The last three days had been a bundle of discomfort for me. I anticipated the meeting with my father who had left me a scar in the arm and had Alec beaten to a pulp. The last three days also had been filled with joyous moments. I had spent most of my hours with Lucien. He has been practicing his walking, switching to his wolf and back.
I woke up with the highest anxiety this morning, awaiting the setting of the sun.
I hurried through a shower and headed for Lucien's room to serve my maid duties.
“Good morning, Alpha,” I entered following a knock. I had brought in his breakfast like I had been mandated to do for the last three days.
Lucien seemed carried away, staring into blank space.
“Breakfast,” I said, setting down the tray on the table.
“How are you?” Lucien asked
