Albert is perched on the chair in his quarters, his hands clasped between his legs. He had been in that position since he exchanged glares with Tamar earlier in the day. In all the years he had served the royal family of Cyrectigen, this had never happened. No matter who wanted the Alpha dead, it was his fault that he let it happen though not intentionally; he blamed himself. There was one person he suspected but he didn’t have any proof. He knew the repercussions of what just happened. It was a treasonable offense to even think of it. He knew his time as a free man was limited. He could not run away. If he did, he would look guilty. His only hope was that the Alpha would survive and plead his case. He knew if Alpha Rockie died, there was nothing Luna Lucinda would do to help him or help h
